Hunter x Hunter - Unlimited Abilities

Arin woke up with a clarity he hadn't felt in a long time.

The concept of his ability had been decided: its name, its rules, and its power.

There was no more hesitation clouding his vision.

What he needed now was pure, clean, practical experience in physical combat.

As well as having the needed "Nen Points" to be able to create his hatsu.

"This may not seem like a rule or limitation, but it is."

"Ordinarily, every Nen user can create an ability whenever they see fit."

"Of course, the ability may be weak because of lack of foundation, but they can with some training."

"But, for me, it is not like that."

"Even if my master of nen and foundation is strong, without my nen points reaching 20.0 points."

"I have no way to create a Nen ability. It is the rule of my specialist ability from the system…"

By the time the sun climbed halfway through the sky,

Arin was already at Heaven's Arena.

He passed through the usual registration.

There, he took a corner bench, leaned back with a calm breath.

He didn't need to wait long.

"Participant Arin. Please report to Ring Two on Floor Seventy," the announcement echoed.

He made his way through the doors and into the ring.

His focus was on the man standing across the ring:

Leonix, a fighter wearing blue trunks and wrappings around his hands and feet.

From his stance and movement, Arin quickly recognized the style.

"Muay Thai," Arin whispered to himself.

Leonix cracked his neck and got into position, elbows raised, body tilted in the classic triangle guard.

The bell rang. Leonix moved in first.

Arin kept his aura low, almost nonexistent.

He didn't want to end the fight quickly.

He wanted to test his ability to read movements and learn to dodge elbows, knees, and fists at close range.

Leonix was fast and immediately launched into a combination jab, elbow, and knee.

Arin parried with minimal movement, gliding sideways as the knee just missed his ribs.

The next few minutes were a dance.

Leonix tried to bait him with leg feints and tight elbows.

Arin maneuvered elegantly.

"If not for the physical empowerment of 'Nen,' I would be beaten to death..."

Arin commented within his mind.

He dodged just far enough to avoid contact, took glancing hits where he needed to, and studied the angles.

He saw how Leonix favored his right side when throwing elbows and how his hips turned.

Then, after nearly three minutes,

Arin moved.

A simple forward step into Leonix's inside space.

His palm shot forward and pressed into Leonix's sternum.

A light blast, not enough to hurt, but more than enough to take the wind out of him.

Leonix's eyes went wide.

He stumbled, coughed, and dropped to one knee.

The referee rushed in and called the match.

As Leonix was not able to get up.

Ten minutes later, Arin returned to the same floor for his next match.

This time, the opponent was a woman.

Eridna.

She had long black hair, and she was wearing a simple white training uniform, no weapons.

She bowed to him before the match began.

The moment she shifted her stance, Arin knew what he was dealing with.

"Taekwondo, most likely..." he noted.

The bell rang, and this time Arin was forced to move more.

Eridna immediately spun, her leg whistling through the air.

He ducked and felt the wind cut past his face.

"That was fast and powerful." Arin said to himself.

She was fast, faster than Leonix, and more mobile.

Her style depended on speed.

Arin avoided a high roundhouse and stepped back, only to find her heel swinging in again low toward his thigh.

He jumped lightly, blocking with his forearm.

The next spin came from the opposite direction.

Eridna was testing him, switching tempo and direction with every kick.

But Arin didn't panic.

He watched.

Every dodge wasn't just evasion; it was study.

He took mental notes.

When her footwork shifted.

How long she hovered in the air mid-spin.

These details weren't simply useful; they were critical.

One day, he'd have to teach these very things to his aura beings and perhaps even manipulate others based on their body language.

Fighting styles were patterns. And patterns could be broken.

"Huh, patterns."

"I felt like a Meruem for a second thinking about them." Arin made a joke to himself, as "patterns" were words of Meruem most of the time.

After four intense minutes,

Eridna made a mistake.

A triple spin, high-low-high.

By the third spin, her footing wasn't solid.

Arin ducked under the final strike, closed the distance, and gently swept her remaining foot.

As she fell, he lightly pushed her chest backward.

She landed with a thud, breathless.

The referee called it again.

Arin stepped back and walked out.

Two fights. Two wins.

He had absorbed the rhythm of elbows and knees from Leonix.

He had learned the spinning deception and sudden acceleration of kicks from Eridna.

He was starting to build the language of combat in his bones.

Later, back in the hallway, he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

His aura pulsed slowly, like a drumbeat in his chest.

"I'm getting there," he murmured. "Still not enough. But I'm getting there."