Hunter: I'm Really Not a Nen Exorcist - Chapter 23

Nighttime.

In the bustling urban streets, traffic flows like water, filled with brilliant and dazzling lights.

However, on the rooftop of a skyscraper, there is only a slightly chilly night breeze and a hazy moonlight, as thin as a veil.

Hearing the disdainful female voice coming from behind him, the man in the suit turned around. The sadness on his face had disappeared with the night wind, replaced by a charming smile.

The man has short, messy black hair and his facial features are strikingly handsome. Coupled with his intentionally fake friendly smile, it seems like he should have a label reading ‘pretty boy’ plastered on his forehead.

“Ken, that smile of yours makes me sick.”

The woman who just walked out from the door looked at the man’s insincere smile with undisguised disgust.

The woman has a wildly curled red hair. She wears no makeup, and her outfit consists of a thin tank top paired with extremely short shorts, showing off a lot of skin to the open air.

More precisely—

It’s muscle.

The man called Ken just shrugged, smiling, “Sylvia, sometimes you can’t just say what you’re thinking. That’s basic social etiquette.”

“That’s called hypocrisy.”

Sylvia snorted with disdain.

Without arguing, Ken took out his phone, shaking it slightly to show something to Sylvia, “Genbu has got the jackpot.”

“Oh? Good news.”

Sylvia’s eyebrows rose as she walked up to Ken, asking, “So, are we waiting for him for this operation?”

“Of course, we have to wait. The more, the merrier.”

Ken smiled, putting his phone away and took out a pack of cigarettes. Flipping it upside down, he slid one out and lit it up, “More importantly, he didn’t ‘borrow’ much this time, so we shouldn’t have to wait too long.”

“Tch, I never understood why Genbu has such a complicated ability.”

Sylvia, hands on her hips, typically complained about Genbu’s power.

Ken took a puff and glanced at her, “Genbu’s luck isn’t bad this time. He hit the jackpot after just a few tries. If he chooses to ‘cash in his chips’, the aura he gets would easily repay the borrowed amount. Plus, he could use the remaining aura to blow you away with a single punch. That’s the benefit of complication.”

“Blow me away with one punch? Who do you think you’re underestimating?”

Sylvia glared at Ken, exuding an overwhelming aura, looking like a beast ready to pounce.

Ken remained calm, suggesting, “If you want to test my theory, it’s not too late to call Genbu now. Ask him not to choose ‘what he wants’, but to ‘cash in his chips’.”

“…”

Sylvia just stared at Ken, her gaze fierce.

Unaffected, Ken continued smoking.

After a moment, Sylvia relented, “Unlike some people, I won’t let my personal needs get in the way of a mission.”

“Right, very commendable.”

Ken looked at Sylvia with an easy-going smile.

Seeing his indifferent attitude made Sylvia’s veins bulge in frustration.

Creak—

The rooftop door was suddenly pushed open.

A young couple emerged, pausing when they noticed Ken and Sylvia.

The young girl whispered, “There are people here, let’s find another place.”

“Alright.”

The young man seemed reluctant, thinking that finding a free place to chill wasn’t easy.

He was about to turn back into the iron door, holding the girl’s arm.

Snap—

Just as he turned, a sudden soft sound echoed by his ear, followed by a viscous substance splashing onto him.

“Eh?!”

The young man stared in shock at the severed arm that had been wrapped around his own, seemingly not comprehending what had just occurred.

Then,

A fierce force struck him.

Snap!

The young man’s body exploded instantly, flesh and blood scattering.

At the edge of the rooftop railing,

Ken, hand pressed against his forehead, looked somewhat helplessly at Sylvia, who had turned the young couple into pulp.

He found the act rather unnecessary.

Seemingly sensing the critique in the gaze directed at her, Sylvia, standing by the iron door, turned to face Ken, her tone sharp, “What? You have a problem?”

“No problem, just seems unnecessary and might draw unwanted attention,” Ken tilted his head slightly, exhaling a puff of smoke.

“Tch.”

Sylvia strode towards the iron door, leaving behind a contemptuous remark.

“They were just ordinary people.”

“…”

Ken watched Sylvia depart, flicking away his cigarette.

“Even if I don’t agree with your actions just now, that statement… was probably the most sensible thing you’ve said tonight.”

The next day, early morning.

Moyu awoke at his usual time, driven by his internal clock.

Having practiced his hand-to-hand combat against his shadow dummy for two hours last night, he wasn’t sure if he made any progress in his physical techniques, but the pain was genuine…

Polishing one’s pain tolerance was a gradual process. Moyu felt he might’ve been a bit too eager.

Fortunately, whenever he closed his aura nodes and entered the state of “Zetsu,” the pain accumulated during training would swiftly fade.

For now, Moyu could bear it, and he was determined to persevere.

Otherwise, it would be laughable if he ended up writhing in pain after taking a single punch.

After a brief wash, Moyu headed straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

He put the blanched meat into the iron pot, added rice and the right amount of water, he then controlled the fire and grabbed a broom to clean.

Cheadle also got up early and, seeing Moyu sweeping, greeted him and voluntarily offered help.

Believing in the principle of treating guests with respect, Moyu didn’t want her to help with the chores. However, he couldn’t really resist her insistence.

With Cheadle’s well-intended assistance, the cleaning took longer than usual.

Not because she was unskilled at cleaning, but because she was too meticulous…

By the time the two finished cleaning, the meat porridge in the kitchen was almost ready.

Moyu added a pinch of salt for taste and served the porridge.

“Aren’t you opening the doors?”

After finishing the meat porridge Moyu had prepared, Cheadle looked at the firmly shut temple doors.

Moyu, collecting the dishes, explained, “I’m not good at entertaining visitors, so I usually keep the temple closed until Hawk returns.”

“But if someone comes, you’d open the doors, right?”

Cheadle’s gaze shifted from the door to Moyu, her question implying something deeper. She could guess why Moyu chose to close the temple. While it might be due to his inability to entertain guests, the deeper reason was likely his desire for uninterrupted training.

“Depends.”

Moyu answered casually, picking up the dishes.

He had just taken a step when a knocking sound came from the main door.

Cheadle, propping her cheek, showed no surprise, as if she had expected someone to knock.

Moyu, on the other hand, simply glanced at the door and, ignoring the knocking, continued on his way to the kitchen.