Hunter: I'm Really Not a Nen Exorcist - Chapter 9

The unknown murderous fiend met his end at the hands of Moyu, ending the crisis.

Yet, Monica didn’t feel the slightest bit of relief after escaping from the jaws of death. She curled up, cautious as if treading on thin ice, not daring to look at Moyu again.

How did that psychopathic killer die?

Monica, paralyzed with fear, hadn’t witnessed Moyu finishing off the man.

All she heard was the snapping of the trachea and the thud of a heavy object hitting the ground. Following the noise, she saw the man turned into a lifeless corpse.

Then, she saw Moyu’s smile.

Monica, already on the verge of breaking down, suddenly realized—

This incredibly handsome boy before her might just be a monster even more terrifying than that psychopathic killer.

Moyu, however, didn’t care about what Monica thought. He slowly wiped the smile off his face and sat cross-legged next to the corpse.

“Let’s review the last moments,” he murmured.

With his arms crossed, Moyu tilted his head to look at the man’s unblinking corpse, then closed his eyes, recalling the fight that lasted less than a minute.

Setting aside the mastery of Nen, the adversary was a cunning one.

He pretended not to notice Moyu’s presence, initiating a conversation with Monica, and in the midst of their chat, abruptly launched an attack, gaining the upper hand.

Both were aware of the presence of another Nen user. Yet, in a bid to seize the element of surprise, the man who took pleasure in killing never missed any chance to disguise his intent.

“I was prepared to be found, but my initial assumption didn’t include this ‘chatting with the bait’ phase. I thought he would use the bait for a preemptive strike, like directly throwing her at me,” Moyu contemplated.

“He didn’t do that. Instead, he used abrupt words as the signal to attack. It wasn’t ineffective, but I was already on guard.”

“Then, I pretended to panic, leveraging my young age, but it barely had an effect. The weapon I had hidden was detected immediately.”

“He was sharp and cautious.”

“But my pre-planned traps considered all these worst-case scenarios, so the overall process didn’t change.”

“My only advantage was that he didn’t know about the existence of the shadow trump card. Only by exploiting this information gap could I end the battle at the least cost.”

“The unexpected part was his willingness to sacrifice a hand for the chance to control me. Even with superior Nen aura, he opted for this ruthless method to quicken the battle’s pace.”

“Yet, because of this… I didn’t need to put on what might seem like a clumsy act in the opponent’s eyes, so there was no risk of him detecting my intent.”

“And so, his decision actually helped me use the informational gap of the shadow trump card to end this fight quicker and with less effort.”

“If it was a head-to-head clash, considering the difference in aura output and physical prowess, he would have continuously overwhelmed me.”

“I might have been able to use the Soul Echo to regain some advantage, but there’s also the possibility that he had a Nen technique of his own.”

“In summary, in terms of aura, foundational Nen techniques, physical attributes, strength, explosiveness, and so on… he outshone me by a lot.”

“And yet, I won with ease.”

“Indeed, using informational advantages and strategy to bridge the gap in raw abilities, thereby turning the tables from a weaker position, might be the most intriguing part of Nen battles.”

“The pleasure and satisfaction I derive from this… isn’t just because of the thrill, but also because overcoming the stronger with the weaker is inherently gratifying.”

Moyu opened his eyes and looked at the man’s face, smiling:

“It was you who made me feel all of this firsthand. Although our engagement lasted roughly 10 seconds, I’m certain that these 10 seconds will become the most valuable nourishment for my future path in Nen.”

With that said, Moyu slowly stood up, dusting off his pants.

“To the nameless murderer, thank you for our encounter.”

Moyu’s gaze moved away from the corpse.

Winning this battle and reflecting upon it not only made Moyu realize what he truly wanted but also gave him a clearer understanding of the variables in Nen battles.

To defeat a not-so-weak opponent just after awakening his Nen…

Moyu didn’t become complacent.

Because he knew that beyond the four fundamental techniques of ‘Ten’, ‘Zetsu’, ‘Ren’, and ‘Hatsu’, there were more advanced applications.

Like ‘Shu’, where Nen is wrapped around a weapon or object to enhance its power.

‘In’, which conceals one’s Nen, achieving the element of surprise.

‘Gyo’, which concentrates aura in one place, enhancing offense and defense, and can see through ‘In’.

‘En’, which radiates aura outwards, sensing everything within its range.

‘Ken’, which manifests the maximum aura enveloping the entire body for ultimate offense and defense.

‘Ryu’, which quickly shifts aura flow, used for rapid offensive and defensive battles.

‘Ko’, which releases all the user’s aura and concentrates it in a single spot.

These advanced applications make Nen battles even more intricate and versatile.

Moyu is fully aware that he’s still just a novice.

To better prepare for battles he might encounter in the future, he would strive to deepen his understanding of Nen.

The temple returned to its eerie silence.

Moyu stepped over the body and approached Monica.

“Monica, it’s all right now.”

He then assessed the injuries on Monica’s body.

Her clothes were torn in several places, stained with blood.

Exposed skin bore many cuts from branches and leaves.

Had there been only a few wounds, it might have been fine to leave them be. But with so many, they needed tending.

“Hmm?”

After observing Monica, Moyu noticed she was still curled up, her body visibly shaking.

“Did she get terrified? But it’s understandable. After all, that guy infused his entire killing intent into his aura. It’s no wonder an ordinary person could be scared to death if they got too close.”

Moyu murmured to himself.

He hadn’t realized yet that he might have been the one to frighten Monica.

“Can you hear me? It’s safe now, Monica.”

Casually, Moyu patted Monica’s shoulder.

The pat was clearly gentle, and he had deliberately avoided the wounds.

However, Monica reacted as if she’d been electrocuted, her body stiffening before her eyes rolled back, fainting.

“?”

Moyu looked perplexedly at Monica, who had passed out so abruptly.