Becoming the Supreme Will starting from Hunter x Hunter

There were only three of them in the group who were around the same age.

Oboro, Hisoka, and Abaci.

"Sooner or later, this day will come. It's a good thing to perform and gain experience early on. Don't be afraid of failure; you're still young." The troupe leader smiled warmly at Chaolong.

"Ah."

Meanwhile, Hisoka deftly twirled the knife and fork in his hand, seemingly lost in thought.

Time flows slowly, yet it passes by quickly.

Oboro's first performance was unremarkable and didn't cause much of a stir.

He was neither in charge of opening the show nor closing it; he merely warmed up the audience during breaks in the performances, so there was naturally no pressure on him.

Since he started performing, the idle Hisoka took over his job and began to be in charge of the group's logistics, such as... washing clothes, tidying up props, etc.

Performance after performance, gradually... the Moritonio Circus began to make a name for itself in Graham.

Business within the group has improved considerably.

As for Long, besides rehearsing and performing during the day, she also spends her evenings training herself.

Even though he was under the same roof as Hisoka, he no longer hid anything and got up and left as soon as the time came.

He was squeezing every last drop of his rest time.

Of course...doing this also made his training results improve significantly.

……

Nighttime... in a secluded park in Graham.

With sandbags strapped to his limbs and heavy loads on his body, Long crawled on the ground... His clothes were already soaked through, and sweat kept dripping from his face onto the soil.

After crawling back and forth more than a dozen times, he began to use his hands and feet to climb the trees one by one with his bare hands.

Then, following the system's instructions, I began striking the tree trunk...

Each group's practice was completed strictly according to the system's instructions, without the slightest negligence.

Before we knew it, a sliver of dawn appeared on the horizon.

Finally, Oboro stopped, removed her gear, and gasped for breath, her mouth dry.

The chest cavity rose and fell like a bellows.

"My physical strength, flexibility... numerically speaking, are all sufficiently honed. It's time to begin practicing the methods of traditional Chinese martial arts." Calming his breathing, he spread out his...

A satisfied smile appeared on his calloused hands.

At this point, he had undergone a complete transformation compared to a little over a month ago.

This change is astonishing!

The most obvious change is in his physique. He has developed distinct lines, his body is more robust and muscular, and he looks much bigger... At first glance, he looks no different from an adult.

Even a casual glance at this posture would reveal the power contained within the body.

To outsiders, it seems almost impossible to develop a strong physique in just over a month!

However, he did it.

Besides the system's function... a large part of the relationship, according to Oboro, is related to this world.

This is not Earth after all... the living environment and power system are different.

There are plenty of perverted people out there.

Moreover, his current physical condition has only increased to a level inconsistent with his age, and he is still far from reaching the pinnacle of physical strength.

But he is already very satisfied with this kind of growth in such a short period of time.

"It seems that my body... at least in terms of physique, has some talent and potential..."

"Compared to traditional training methods, the system's approach is like a devilish teaching method... Although it is extremely painful and torturous, the effects of specialization are obvious, and it's all the essence!" Long felt that as long as the system was there, he had a clear direction to move forward.

In addition, his familiarity with the plot allows him to benefit greatly from it, which is equivalent to achieving twice the result with half the effort, making him even more powerful!

Having taken off his soaked clothes, Long's muscular physique radiated heat in the night.

The body temperature is very high.

"It's almost time..."

Long said something, and just as he took a step forward, he suddenly stopped.

Directly in front of him, a familiar figure sat on a park bench, legs crossed. "Going back already?"

Hisoka!

"when did you come?"

Long frowned.

"I've been here for a while... but you were too focused on your training to notice me."

Hisoka stretched. "I can't sleep either. It's boring being alone..."

"..."

Long fell silent.

It's unpleasant to be spied on like that.

Especially since the person spying on him was Hisoka, it always made him feel a little uneasy.

"Hey…"

Hisoka tilted his head, resting his cheek on his hand, his smiling eyes slightly open, his tone different from usual, "You seem to have something on your mind... I feel like you're carrying a burden... You're different from the others in the crew. As a friend, I wonder if I could have the honor of listening to your secret? Maybe... I can help..."

The word "secret" was uttered.

Oboro's eyes turned cold, and she grinned, meeting Hisoka's gaze without restraint. "You really want to help me?"

Over this period of time, Oboro had become more familiar with Hisoka's personality.

This guy is definitely not that kind... It's less about helping and more about... digging out some 'bait' that he can use to have some fun.

The main reason is... he knows this guy's character too well.

"of course."

Hisoka laughed lightly.

"Fine...can you just die?"

Long said, word by word.

"You're angry?"

Hisoka raised an eyebrow.

He walked away briskly, seemingly oblivious to everyone around him.

"Don't be so heartless... Don't worry, I'll keep your secret."

"I hope you understand... you and I are just colleagues, not friends."

"Hmm...I understand, I understand."

Hisoka slowly caught up, giving a very perfunctory reply.

3. Hisoka's situation

"I object! Moritonio... he actually took in that brat of unknown origin!"

“Hisoka is different from Oboro and Abachi. At least Oboro and Abachi are somewhat useful in the crew and are very obedient... As for Hisoka, although that kid always has a smile on his face, I always find him inexplicably annoying!”

“Bolize, don’t say that… You know I was just a thief disguised as a shoemaker back then. Besides, didn’t you also have a homeless life and even sleep in public toilets?”

In a room, the guild leader sat on the sofa, discussing something with one of the guild's key members.

The man called Bolize was a fat man with a ridiculous haircut and exaggerated clothing, perfectly fitting the image of a circus performer.

"That was ages ago. Besides... we've received an invitation from Royal Gran, which is incredibly important to us! It could even make us famous overnight, making us known throughout the entire Yubian continent... The guests include the mayor and many nobles... They're extremely strict about the performers' qualifications! What if... I mean, what if, because of that guy Hisoka, the invitation is canceled..."

"Bolize snorted."

"The Royal Grammy show is in two months, so it's a bit unnecessary for you to worry about this now."

The regimental commander interlaced his fingers, trying to comfort her.

The fat man was about to say something more when Moritonio's eyes, hidden behind his glasses, darted towards two figures that had appeared in the upstairs corridor.

It was Oboro and Hisoka.

The two boys stood side by side, one expressionless, the other with a smile on his face.

Clearly, they had overheard their conversation.

"You really are not likable at all... You've been in the group for so long." Oboro said indifferently, his hands in his pockets.

"There's nothing I can do... these people are just too hostile towards me."

Hisoka smiled and said nonchalantly.

“You should look for the reasons within yourself,” Oboro bluntly pointed out.

"I really envy you... everyone takes such good care of you."

Hisoka stared at Oboro's profile, seemingly unable to understand the meaning behind his words.

"Behind you..."

Just as Guan Bolize was about to continue speaking, the regimental commander coughed, reminding him.

The fat man paused, turned his head, and finally saw Oboro and Hisoka.

Hisoka met the former's gaze, bent down, put his arm on the railing, waved, and said enthusiastically, "Your performance just now was amazing!"

"Humph!"

Hisoka's praise didn't seem to please Belize, who spat at it and got up to leave.

"Oops, did I disturb you...?"