Hunter X Hunter: Tombbound Power

The repaired Undead Bone Spear stood before him, whole once again. Its smooth, jade-like surface seemed almost too refined to have been crafted from bone. Every trace of the previous cracks had vanished, leaving behind an ancient, yet deceptively simple-looking weapon.

At first glance, it didn't appear particularly sharp or menacing. But as Ronnel gazed at the pale, gray-white tip, an icy chill washed over him. It was a sensation he vividly remembered from the first time he encountered the weapon—a primal warning that tightened his skin and screamed danger.

The energy emanating from the spear was subtle, far different from the overt, commanding presence of the Subai saber or Subai Sword. This was quiet power, shrouded and concealed, yet unmistakably potent. Ronnel could sense it—this weapon surpassed any he'd encountered in the Six Continents. Its potential dwarfed even the Subai pair by an immeasurable margin.

He eyed the spear with growing desire. The battles ahead promised stronger foes, and his current weapons were no longer enough. This bone spear, however, filled that gap perfectly.

Raising his arm, Ronnel channeled his aura to draw the spear toward him. It obeyed, flying swiftly into his outstretched hand. The moment his fingers closed around the shaft, his arm sank slightly under its weight.

It was heavier than it looked—a weapon that carried the density of a boulder. Yet Ronnel's strength and aura steadied it.

"A fine spear," he murmured, admiration clear in his tone.

He examined it closely, his eyes tracing the thin, blood-like lines running along the handle. They pulsed faintly, almost alive, as if veins coursed through the spear itself. These markings hadn't existed when the weapon was broken, but now that it had been restored, it seemed the spear was slowly reclaiming its former glory.

The faint crimson lines exuded a desolate coldness that seeped into the air, amplifying the weapon's eerie aura.

'This must be its blood-draining and chilling properties,' Ronnel thought, weighing the spear in his hand again. After a moment of adjusting to its substantial heft, he tested a few swings in the spacious room. The whistle of the weapon cutting through the air echoed powerfully.

Watching Ronnel's fascination, Emuksu smirked and quietly left the room, closing the door behind him. Humming a tune, he wandered toward Ging's quarters, curious about how that "bastard Ging" was faring on his first day.

Back in the room, Ronnel ended his warm-up and planted the spear against the floor with a resonant clang. Sweat beaded on his brow, but his expression was one of exhilaration.

The sheer durability of the spear was astounding. Even a light swing could pulverize flesh and bone, rendering most opponents helpless. Death or severe injury was a certainty against such a weapon.

"And that's just its physical strength," Ronnel mused. "If I channel aura into this... its power could be truly unimaginable."

Tempted as he was to test its limits, Ronnel refrained, aware that this wasn't the time or place. He vividly recalled the overwhelming might of Overlord, the Undead Bone Demon King, during their clash. The bone spear had played no small role in that near-catastrophic battle.

'The right weapon can elevate a warrior beyond their limits,' he murmured, gripping the spear tightly. A surge of confidence filled him, and for a brief moment, he imagined himself capable of toppling even the Chimera Ant King or Netero with a single strike.

That thought startled him. He frowned, shaking his head sharply.

"What a ridiculous idea," he muttered.

His gaze dropped to the spear, noting its faint, rhythmic tremor. Taking a deep breath, Ronnel calmed his racing thoughts.

"It's not just the power," he realized. "This weapon influences the mind. Of course, it would—it was forged from the central bones of the Undead Bone Demon clan's strongest warriors. Their residual thoughts linger."

He scrutinized the weapon more closely, uncovering traces of lingering resentment within its structure. The grudges of countless Bone Demons, unfulfilled and unrelenting, were woven into its essence.

Individually, these resentments were minor, but collectively, they formed a formidable presence. Moreover, decades of exposure to the sinister energy of the Braga Grand Canyon had only amplified their intensity.

Yet, as powerful as these grudges were, the spear also bore Overlord's dominating aura. As king of the Undead Bone Demon clan, his presence suppressed the chaos within, maintaining a precarious balance.

"It's no wonder such a weapon wasn't easy to obtain," Ronnel thought. He marveled at the combination of strength and peril the spear represented.

This weapon was a masterpiece—both a gift and a challenge.

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