I'm Really Not A Nen Exorcist (HxH Fanfic)

Delivering the laxative-laced drink through Tonpa's shadow was a demonstration of Soul Echo's another ability.

However, in the absence of strong limitations, this kind of ability that combines both Emission and Manipulation to directly produce effects on the target can at most be used against ordinary people who lacked any defense against Nen.

Moreover, sending an object into the [Shadow Realm] must go through three necessary steps: Upload Process, Transfer Process, and Decompression Process.

This meant that the laxative-infused drink, which had merged into Tonpa's shadow, would need some time before it took effect.

This cumbersome activation process, along with its moderate power, made the ability largely ineffective at its current stage, accurately capturing the current limitations of the ability.

By comparison, attacks utilizing the Emission-Type trait within the shadow dimension were more straightforward and aggressive.

Moses, however, was aware that his [Shadow Realm] Ability held immense potential, with a vast framework and system to explore.

It was so expansive that diving in recklessly could be like stepping into a swamp- one misstep, and he'd be stuck, unable to progress.

The current Moses is not like Netero, who, after reaching the pinnacle of martial arts, threw himself into the Punches of Graditude with zero hesitation to break through his limits, which requires an unknown amount of time and energy.

For Moses, delving deep into this ability would have to come after he fully mastered other paths, or else it would be putting the cart before the horse.

However, Moses has the help of Perception. Theoretically, as long as he accumulates more than one [Vow Reward] through his journey, he can actually pry open the door to the [Shadow Realm] bit by bit while becoming stronger.

With that, he withdrew his gaze from Tonpa and settled back into a state of calm.

Meanwhile, his shadow clone, stationed in the dark, monitored each examinee stepping out of the elevator as if it were a surveillance camera.

Gradually, the number of examinees arriving at the passage exceeded hundreds, and there were only two hours left for registration.

The dwindling time made the elevator doors open at a faster pace, with one examinee after another entering the passage.

Moses soon recognized many 'familiar faces'.

The snake charmer, the bee girl, the black blowdart-wielding examinee, the bald ninja...

There is also Hisoka, who is dressed the same as usual, and Illumi, who has changed his appearance and disguised himself with many bead needles stuck on his face.

Many vaguely familiar characters appeared one after another before him. While the main characters had yet to arrive, the arrival of these minor characters gave Moses an almost surreal sense of being 'in a manga'.

His gaze swept over these familiar faces.

Apart from the strongest 'leeks', Hisoka, who has a 'close relationship' with him, and Illumi, who has disguised himself, Moses could only recall a handful of names, retaining only fleeting impressions.

Oh, right.

There was this talkative ninja next to him.

Moses knew his name was Hanzo.

"This is the first time I've seen a number plate with number zero. Doesn't that make keeping track of numbers tricky? So, you were the first examinee to arrive, huh?"

"Your mask is so weird. It's finely crafted, but it's made of silicone, which can easily expose the texture of the material. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell it's fake."

"Let me tell you, a true mask should be made from 'human skin'. That is a very advanced skill. In my country..."

Hanzo stood beside Moses and talked incessantly.

But halfway through his monologue, he seemed to realize something, rubbed his bald head somewhat apologetically, and said, "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name's Hanzo. What's yours?"

"Netero."

Moses slowly turned his head and looked quietly through the mask at Hanzo, who had been talking nonstop just now, and casually said the name of a certain chairman.

"Netero?"

Hanzo propped his chin with one hand, feeling as though he had heard the name somewhere before.

'Forget it, it must be nothing important.'

Hanzo, who just wanted to find someone to chat with, cast aside the name question and returned to the topic of masks.

"In my country, there are many masters who are proficient in this art. If you're interested in a better mask, I can give you a contact number."

"No, thank you."

Moses replied, still gazing at Hanzo.

With the zero number plate is used as a clue, and the Netero mask to enhance his presence, he had indeed attracted Hanzo.

However, rather than analyzing the strangeness of these clues, Hanzo, who is feeling bored while waiting, simply wanted to find someone to talk to.

So the silicone mask that seemed strange to him actually became the entry point for him to chatter in Moses's ear.

"Oh, that's a pity. If you could see those top-notch human skin masks up close, I'm sure you'd love them. Oh, and I haven't told you about my country yet, have I?"

Sensing Moses's lack of interest in skin masks, Hanzo swiftly shifted topics without missing a beat, seamlessly transitioning to another subject. Moses couldn't help but marvel at this bald ninja's incredible talent for endless chatter.

'I guess as long as I give this guy a point of entry, chatting for a whole day and night wouldn't be a big deal, right?'

Moses was about to interrupt when Hanzo suddenly leaned in closer, speaking in a mysterious tone, "Actually, I'm a ninja!"

"…"

Moses was silent for a moment.

Hanzo was unfazed by Moses's reaction and continued, "I want to become a Pro Hunter to search for legendary scrolls containing advanced ninjutsu. I've heard some countries are off-limits to regular people, but with a Hunter License, that wouldn't be a problem."

"I see."

Moses responded, feigning curiosity as he kept his masked gaze on Hanzo, "I've heard before that powerful ninjas are good at clone technique. Can you do that too, Hanzo?"

"Ugh-"

Hanzo pursed his lips tightly, instinctively tilting his chin up slightly as he faced an inner conflict.

Should he pretend to be more skilled than he was, or should he admit that he wasn't quite the impressive ninja Moses imagined?

Glancing at Moses's silicone mask, Hanzo couldn't see Moses's eyes, but he could vaguely sense an eager look. Instantly, beads of sweat dotted the back of Hanzo's head.

"Of course, I can."

He raised his chin even higher and even reached out to touch his bald head somewhat awkwardly.

Moses let out an impressed gasp appropriately, and asked expectantly: "Then Hanzo, can you show it to me? I'm really curious about the clone technique!"

"I'm sorry, but I can't do that."

Hanzo suddenly put on a serious expression, raised his hand to make a gesture of refusal, and explained in a deep voice: "Netero, a skilled ninja never displays their ultimate technique lightly. We only use our abilities when absolutely necessary!"

"Oh, I see. That's a real pity."

Moses shook his head in disappointment and sighed, "It would be great if I could also clone myself. That would be really cool."

"The clone technique is a unique skill that only first-rate ninjas can master. Ordinary people can't learn it. But don't be discouraged, Netero, everyone has their own unique strengths."

Hanzo gradually got into the state and patted Moses's shoulder solemnly and seriously to comfort him.

Moses nodded and said, "You're right."