I'm Really Not A Nen Exorcist (HxH Fanfic)

Ging raised a hand to his chin, looking at Moses, who was waving his sword to block the Nen Arrow in the field, with strange eyes.

'Am I overthinking it...?'

His gaze followed the flow of Nen with each of Moses's strikes, noticing that within the dazzling series of slashes, Moses was trying to adjust the force and speed of his sword swings.

Not to increase them, but to deliberately slow them down...

'Interesting.'

As if he had noticed Moses's intention, a smile crept across Ging's face.

Swift and powerful slashes could indeed create a shield that blocked all incoming attacks.

But the frequency of the slashing attacks will certainly exceed the number of Nen Arrows, and every slash that wasn't perfectly timed represents a waste of energy and Nen.

As the saying goes: A flurry of punches can overwhelm even the most skilled master.

But the truly skilled only need one punch to take down the master.

Ging realized that-

Moses, who was in the midst of a dense barrage of Nen Arrows, was attempting to make each of his slashes perfectly align with a Nen Arrow, so as to reduce his energy and Nen expenditure to the lowest level.

However, this process is undoubtedly difficult.

First, he had to capture and locate the trajectory of each Nen Arrow in the blink of an eye. Then, he had to deliberately slow down the frequency of his slash, and find the most correct rhythm amidst thousands of possible choices.

It was like...

You only have one second to get a bird's-eye view of a giant maze, and then you have to plan a route to get out of the maze within that second.

One wrong step, and you'd have to start all over again.

And so, Moses tried again and again...

"Heh, this must be the 'reward' he's seeking."

Ging sighed slightly.

Never wanting to miss a rare battle opportunity, and doing everything possible to gain experience and sharpen his skills in the heat of life-and-death combat...

Ging knew that this was certainly not the first time Moses had done this.

"No wonder he's made such progress in such a short time..."

Ging watched closely and noticed every subtle movement Moses made during the fight, and the smile on his face grew wider.

Under Ging's keen observation, it became apparent that Moses's slashing frequency had dropped significantly, and the sword lights interweaving in front of him was also thinning.

But this is not a sign that Miro's [Raging Waves] is about to break through Moses's defense, but rather, it is a sign that Moses has found the beginning of a certain rhythm.

His sword swings had indeed slowed, and their frequency had indeed decreased.

But despite this, the countless Nen Arrows still couldn't breach the defense of his black sword.

Heram and the others finally noticed this and their eyes widened in shock.

At the start, even though Moses was suppressed by the dense Nen Arrow barrage, his slashing had revealed a fierce determination to cut down everything in his path.

Now, the sharp edge had completely faded, replaced by a sense of calm composure.

The only thing that remained unchanged was that none of the countless Nen arrows could break through Moses's defense.

Though the defensive position hadn't moved an inch, and the intensity of the offensive remained constant, Heram and the others' perceptions have changed.

In their eyes, Moses was no longer being suppressed by Miro's offensive but was effortlessly deflecting every Nen arrow coming his way.

In the shadows, Shizuku and Menchi had initially thought Moses was plotting some sneaky trick.

But now, it seemed they were wrong...

"Moses is using that guy to hone his technique."

Shizuku's eyes gleamed as she spoke slowly.

Menchi didn't say anything, but she was deeply engrossed in the scene.

On the battlefield…

If Shizuku could see that Moses was honing his technique through Miro's attacks, naturally, Miro, as the one being used, could see it too.

For a fleeting moment, he recalled what Ging had said before the battle and realized why Moses had stepped forward after everything seemed settled.

"Stop acting so smug!!!"

Miro's eyes grew fiercer and colder as he suddenly raised his voice, yelling in fury.

The number of Nen Arrows that were born from his roar instantly surged.

The rhythm Moses had just found was immediately disrupted by the sudden influx of Nen Arrows. Though he was no longer as composed as before, he still managed to accurately block every arrow.

Miro knew that Moses was using him for practice his technique, but he was determined to see Moses fail miserably.

Thus-

Miro did not change his tactics, but instead almost crazily increased the strength of [Raging Waves].

This approach perfectly fulfilled Moses's needs in this battle.

'Still not enough.'

Moses kept swinging his sword to cut the Nen Arrows into pieces.

'The level I'm aiming for... even if I can just touch the edges a little bit…'

Countless Nen Arrows shattered into scattered light before him, but what Moses was thinking about at this moment was Ging's technique of kicking back the Aura Blade.

To achieve that-

The prerequisite would be to find the delicate balance point between offense and defense.

Whether it's the amount of Aura, the intensity, or even the force...

The attack cannot exceed the opponent's attack but had to be adjusted to an extremely close degree in a brief moment.

If it was too high, it would shatter the opponent's attack.

If it was too low, it will not be able to completely block the opponent's attack.

'I've already roughly grasped the strength of each Nen Arrow. Let's give it a try... but before I attempt it, I need to stabilize my rhythm first.'

Moses's eyes gleamed with determination as he slashed out sharp arcs of blade light.

The incoming barrage of Nen Arrows shattered like rain against the blade light.

Moses adjusted his breathing, gradually mastered the rhythm, and the movement of his slashes became increasingly smooth.

Horizontal strikes, diagonal cuts, upward flicks, vertical chops...

Various sword techniques formed a barrier before him, shattering the Nen Arrows.

Then-

Moses began consciously manipulating the Aura entwined around his black sword, making it flow back and forth like waves with the movement of his sword.

The Nen Arrows that flew in and struck the blade still shattered into fragments of light in the next instant.

As the clash continued to stabilize...

Finally, one Nen Arrow stood out from the rest.

Its tip struck the blade of the black sword, and for a moment, it was as if a flower blossomed at the point of contact, mesmerizing like the morning star in the night.

In that instant, the delicate balance was achieved.

The result was that the Nen arrow was deflected upward, piercing through the falling raindrops and disappearing into the sky in the blink of an eye.

This scene was instantly caught by Ging's sharp eyes.

"Huh?"

The smile on Ging's face froze, replaced by a look of surprise.

It wasn't a coincidence.

Because there is no coincidence in such a delicate technique.

"This is really…"

After a brief moment of surprise, Ging couldn't help but look at the increasingly calm figure in the field with shining eyes.

And then-

Ging soon saw the second, third, and fourth Nen Arrows being deflected in various directions.

'It turns out that this is what you really want.'

"To be able to witness you here, this is truly wonderful..."

At this moment, Ging saw an extraordinary brilliance in Moses.

He couldn't help but feel fortunate that Moses had broken through the Divine Script he had placed on him at Cheadle's request.

Otherwise, he would be a sinner who killed this genius with his own hands.

Within the battlefield.

"How is this possible…!!!"

Miro's face was full of disbelief when he saw Moses deflecting the Nen Arrows with his sword.

That near-supernatural display of skill made Miro think of a certain possibility, causing him to feel as if he had fallen into an icy abyss.