Hunter x Hunter: The Zoldyck Family's Legendary Item Master

"After today, I hope you will reflect on yourself."

With a "whoosh," two winding serpents emerged from their hole.

With a flick of its tongue, two cold glints flashed!

Chapter 6: Unviewable Value X Gratitude Push-ups

In an instant, the sandbags hanging from the roof beams were cut in half.

With a "whoosh," the yellow sand poured down, leaving only a lone iron chain swaying mournfully.

This was only the result of Silva's bare-handed slash. If Nen were to be added to the hand strike, Sean had no doubt that even a steel pillar as thick as his waist would be sliced ​​in two by Silva's "Snake Live".

But that's how it is.

A crimson light emanated from his left eye. Sean instantly switched to his Sharingan, imprinting every detail of Silva's attack, including the coordinated force of his arms, elbows, shoulders, and waist, into his mind.

The analysis was handed over to the "sage." A notification was received within a second.

[Congratulations, host, "Snake Life" has been successfully copied.]

As expected, Sean breathed a sigh of relief and quietly dispelled his Sharingan.

At the right moment, Silva stopped, and with a twitch of his nose, exhaled a dragon of air.

"Did you see it clearly?" The white-haired, demon-like Zoldyck family head, with his arms crossed, looked down at Sean with an imposing aura: "If you can't see it clearly, I can give you another chance to observe."

“No need.” Sean smiled. “The problem is there’s only one sandbag in the room.”

“Two!” Illumi put on his groin protectors and walked over.

Goodness, this little brat was prepared all along!

Sean glanced at the thin groin protector and shook his head: "I don't have a penchant for killing my brothers."

“I can handle it.” Illumi punched himself twice with a “bang bang~” and stared straight at Sean: “I’m going to keep an eye on you myself.”

I'm afraid you'll die with your eyes open in disbelief~ Sean helplessly spread his hands towards Silva: "Dad, you don't want to lose a son, do you?"

"Illumi, get down." Silva gave Sean a deep look, then reached out and pulled Illumi aside.

Then he turned to Sean and opened his arms: "Take your hands and feet off me, Sean."

Okay~ then so be it~ Dear brother! If it's you, I think it shouldn't be a problem, right?

Concentrate, breathe, mobilize all your strength, Sean narrows his eyes, and moves!

With a "whoosh," his arms swung out like two winding serpents emerging from their caves. As soon as Sean made his move, Silva's gaze suddenly sharpened, and then a smile bloomed on his lips.

"Hahaha~ You actually learned it!"

"Of course, I told you, I'm in a hurry~" The man arrived as soon as he spoke, raising his hand with a chop, bringing out two streaks of cold light that swept past Illumi, shaving off a strand of his hair, and striking Silva squarely in the chest!

The little brat blinked, not even seeing clearly, when he heard a "rip" sound—

The oversized training suit that Silva was wearing let out a mournful cry, and two hideous rips were torn out, which were very glaring!

So... he! really! learned! it! again! Illumi stared blankly at himself, his eyes filled with...

"Snap!" The two separated immediately after touching.

When Sean's hand struck Silva, he felt as if he had struck a block of hardened steel. Apart from tearing Silva's training clothes, he made no further progress and was instead sent flying by Silva's chest.

He forced himself to adjust his posture mid-air to avoid a humiliating landing.

"So hard!" After regaining his balance, Sean looked at his bright red hands and couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

This is the first time I've truly experienced the significance of "unable to view". However, he has already demonstrated "snake life".

“Next, it’s time for ‘limb bending’.” After rubbing his hands briefly to ease the pain, Sean looked intently at Silva and said, “Let’s continue.”

Silva put his hands in his pockets: "No need. You can decide your own training plan from now on."

After saying that, he turned away coldly, pretending to change out of his training clothes, and quickly dispersed the thick mass of "spirit" clinging to his chest.

That brat doesn't know his own strength. If he really hit Illumi with that much force...

This time next year, we might really have to celebrate his death anniversary.

"Fine." Sean shrugged indifferently after receiving Silba's reply.

The goal was achieved, and he didn't need to learn "limb flexion," saving him the trouble of putting in extra effort.

After all, it feels so tough to earn an opportunity through your own hard work!

Sean felt almost moved to tears by his own actions. He quickly pulled a black cloth from his pocket and blindfolded himself, to prevent Silva and Illumi from seeing his embarrassing state.

Then she took out earplugs and plugged her ears, followed by a mask to cover her mouth.

He lay down and started doing "clapping push-ups".

Just as Netero gave thanks for punches in the past, Sean has now adopted Kay's training methods and created his own "Gratitude Push-ups." It's likely to have some effect.

This is also an attempt by Sean to draw inspiration from the Source Flow theory.

"One, two, three, one hundred, two hundred, three hundred."

Damn it, are you a ruthless bandit? Wrapped up like a dumpling? Illumi seemed to have finally recovered from the shock of "that bastard brother instantly learning 'snake tricks'".

Staring wide-eyed at Sean, he slammed his fist into the floor. Even with his usually expressionless face, he was starting to lose his composure.

Hearing the commotion behind him, Silva seemed to have finally changed into his training clothes and turned around. He noticed that Sean's mouth, eyes, ears, and nose were closed, and he clapped his hands every time he did a push-up.

The current head of the Zoldyck family had a pair of sharp, hawk-like eyes that shone with extraordinary brilliance from within!

This was far more shocking than Sean's instant mastery of "hidden steps" or even "snake-like movements"!

"Illumi, watch closely."

"Remember what Sean is doing now, and don't blink," Silva solemnly reminded Illumi.

My little brother had a million question marks popping up on his forehead; his head was completely a mess.

He didn't know if it was his problem or the world's problem. What's so interesting about an idiot dressed as a ruthless bandit crashing into the floor?

The boy is unruly and ultimately has a narrow perspective. Silva seemed to have anticipated Illumi's reaction and asked him in return, "Do you know why we close our five senses?"

Illumi remained silent.

"It's to get rid of external interference and let one's heart return to peace."

So what? Illumi pointed at Sean's bobbing buttocks: "To calm the mind, is it just for doing clapping push-ups?"

I'm crazy, not stupid, Dad!

“So, that’s the key, and that’s the difference between you and Sean.” Silva looked at Illumi seriously: “What you think of as push-ups is push-ups.”

"But what you think is clapping is not clapping."

"It's 'clasping your hands in prayer'—you silly boy!"

"Are you kidding me?" Illumi snapped, "Pray? Pray to whom? To a demon?"

Silva shook his head; he could already sense Illumi's confusion. He reached out a large hand and rubbed Illumi's forehead: "To the great god of martial arts."

"Thank you, I am grateful, and this is also a way of giving back!"

Even though Sean only scratched the surface, taking this step marked the beginning of his skill approaching the level of "Tao".

This is something that ten-year-old Illumi wouldn't understand, nor should ten-year-old Sean, and is even beyond his reach.

But the fact that he made contact with him means, "That brat has someone backing him up!"

"Who is it? The old man?"

"Achoo! Who's talking about the old man behind my back?"

In the rocking chair, Maha sneezed, glanced at the empty desk, and sighed.

"Sigh~ I miss my precious grandson so much in the first hour since he went missing~"

Chapter 7 Maha's Reminder X Kumogakure's "Ninjutsu"

Maha and others were bored.

I opened the refrigerator, took out a sausage, and started eating.

Then another one. Then another one. And then yet another one.

The bag of sausages was quickly emptied, and when the old man reached for it again, it was completely gone, even cleaner than that kid Netero's ass.

"Tsk~ Sean really knows how to eat."

"Jenno, remember to bring the old man a whole carload of food next time you go down the mountain."

"I want this one, the 'Sanhui' brand."

"Grandpa, eating too much ham sausage isn't good for you." The window moved slightly.

At some point, Zeno appeared in Sean's room.

The former head of the Zoldyck family, with silver hair and a silver beard, walked in with his hands behind his back, and the words "One kill a day, active duty for life" printed on his chest were very eye-catching.

Seeing that Maha was indeed there, he shook his head: "I knew you were here."

I don't know what's gotten into the old man, he's ignoring the delicious-smelling Killua and running to Sean's place every day to freeload.

If you didn't know better, you'd think the Zoldycks couldn't afford to eat.

"None of your business?" Maha sauntered up to Zeno, looked up at him, and said, "Squat down."

Geno's face twitched: "Don't hit his head."

"I need you to teach me how to do things?" Mahayan gave Zeno a hard slap on the back of the head: "Why go through the window when there's a door? Are you a thief?"

"I seriously suspect that the reason Sean is so cunning is because you corrupted the family tradition."

Geno: "."

My head is buzzing~ It's just that Maha looks across the entire continent, and if anyone dares to touch a hair on his head, Zeno swears he'll skin him alive!

"Grandpa, you're right." Geno smiled and took the blow without getting angry, helping Maha lie down.

Maha grunted, leaned back in the rocking chair, closed his eyes, and didn't look at him: "Speak, what is it?"