Hunter X Hunter: I Got Stronger After I Died

The figure emerging from the shadows was using a conjuration-type Nen ability imbued with spatial properties.

However, the broker had no knowledge of Nen, so he died without ever understanding how his attacker had done it.

In his final moments, thanks to his experience, he recognized the identity of the attacker based on their attire—

A ninja!

But something felt off, out of place.

A ninja wielding a katana?

The broker's confusion was buried alongside him in the darkness.

When the underlings saw their boss suddenly killed, they froze for a second before erupting in rage and drawing their guns.

But no matter how many guns they had, they were powerless against a Nen user.

A few minutes later—

The massacre ended.

The floor was littered with corpses and spent shell casings.

Throughout it all, the scarred man remained seated, coldly watching his subordinate slaughter the broker's men.

Several bullets had hit his body, but his reinforcement-based defense rendered them useless.

Amid the carnage, the ninja-like figure shook his wrist, flicking the blood off the blade.

He glanced at the scarred man, who was holding Senro, and asked, "Boss, Senro's Nen aura has disappeared. Does that mean..."

"Yes."

The scarred man interrupted, anticipating the question.

"Without Nen, the blade can't be used for spirit-channeling. However..."

He paused, recalling an enigmatic onmyoji known for his spirit-channeling powers.

Even though that man's abilities were extraordinary, without Nen energy infused in an object, he would have no medium to work with.

The scarred man shook his head, rose to his feet, and stepped over the corpses.

"There's no need to worry. The 'key' we're searching for... this isn't the only one."

Standing before the ninja, the scarred man's gaze was as hard as stone.

The ninja lowered his head in shame under the weight of that gaze.

"I lost my composure," the ninja admitted.

The scarred man withdrew his gaze and once again looked at Senro.

Originally, he had planned to return home with the blade, but curiosity gnawed at him—how had the blade's Nen aura disappeared?

It was best to find out...

There might even be a way to restore the Nen aura. And at the very least, if they could learn how the aura was dispersed, they could use the same method to weaken the Yun'in Style ninja.

As well as to claim the Dream Scroll, the national treasure of Flow Sakura Nation, which was still missing...

That damned "inheritance" mechanism had prevented them from laying a finger on it.

If they couldn't obtain it, maybe they could destroy it.

But first, they needed to unravel the truth behind the disappearance of the Nen aura.

"Rokuhara."

The scarred man's thoughts shifted as he called out to his subordinate.

Rokuhara immediately met his gaze.

The scarred man spoke in a deep voice: "You're not returning home. I have a task for you…"

Upon hearing this, Rokuhara's eyes lit up with excitement.

Carrying out a mission was his everything—it gave his life meaning.

The home invasion and robbery that had killed the wealthy collector had caused his collection of treasures to scatter into the open market.

The katana Senro was just one of those treasures.

What made it special—aside from its conspicuous Nen aura—was the risk that seemed to follow whoever handled it.

Moro remembered it well...

A fellow appraiser who had spoken to him about Senro once joked that the blade might be cursed.

The appraiser's tone had been a mix of humor and jealousy over the blade's astronomical sale price.

Now—

Moro had come to partially agree with that claim.

It wasn't a curse, but rather the inherent risk that came with Senro itself.

Moro had mentally prepared himself for this risk from the beginning.

But his urgency to sell Senro stemmed from a desire to avoid becoming the center of attention.

He didn't mind taking a reduced profit—he would've accepted even half the price—if it meant staying out of the spotlight.

Ironically, this approach had shifted all the risk onto the broker.

"What a shame..."

Upon learning that the broker had been killed in a double-cross, Moro offered a brief moment of silent condolence.

He had hoped to work with the broker again in the future to offload other items, but fate had different plans.

However, when it came to double-crosses in this world—

Or rather, within the business sphere of Yorknew City—backstabbing wasn't uncommon.

Before learning Nen, Moro had nearly died in one such incident.

Only after mastering Nen did those incidents decrease.

These experiences had deepened Moro's understanding of this world. He knew that Nen was an essential survival tool.

After his brief reflection, Moro resumed his daily training.

With his level-up ability as a safety net, Moro focused on solidifying his foundation.

His top priority was mastering Hatsu.

This determined how effectively he could use his Nen abilities.

Fraudulent Shooting Star

Moro raised his hand, concentrating his bright green aura into his palm. A second later, he fired a small, glowing Nen sphere the size of a lead ball.

A green arc traced through the air.

At the end of the trajectory, the wooden target shattered into pieces.

Moro exhaled slowly as he observed the splintered remains.

"Still too slow…"

"The balance between power and speed is off."

"When my Hatsu level improves, maybe that'll change."

"For now... I need to focus on strengthening my basics. Once I've stabilized, I can consider training in In."

Moro contemplated his next steps during his break.

Fraudulent Shooting Star wasn't purely an offensive ability—it had an inherent mechanism.

In essence, it was a strategic ability designed for deception.

As its name implied, it was meant to mislead and trick opponents.

So instead of focusing solely on increasing its power, it would be more practical to work on its utility.

For example, Moro could try increasing the number of projectiles he could control while maintaining their speed, then use In to conceal their trajectory.

However, these ideas were still far beyond his current capabilities.

But with a sword of Damocles hanging over his head, he had no choice but to push himself.

After resting, Moro resumed his training.

Without a solid foundation, it was nearly impossible to learn advanced Nen techniques in a short time.

However, there was one technique that Moro had to master as part of his strategy.

Moro raised his hand and fired a Shooting Star into the air, setting a one-second delay before it stopped mid-flight.

Instead of tracking the projectile, he immediately closed his eyes.

The green projectile reached its maximum range and, like a stretched rubber band snapping back, shot toward Moro with increased speed.

At that moment—

With his eyes shut, Moro sensed the exact timing and tilted his head slightly.

Whoosh!

The projectile brushed past his eyelashes.

Moro slowly opened his eyes.

Without looking, he had tracked the projectile's movement perfectly.

This was one of his key training goals.

Would he succeed by relying on intuition or precise timing?

It didn't matter.

As long as he could reduce his margin of error to the lowest possible level...

This technique could become a pivotal part of his battle strategy.

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