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

Moses instantly flashed to Netero's side.

Upon hearing Moses's words, Netero was slightly startled, and then felt something was wrong.

Netero, who likes to 'act willfully' most of the time, is very sensitive to other people's 'acting willfully'.

He instantly realized that Moses was about to act out of line...

"You little brat, you..."

"Old man, time for a substitution."

Moses cut Netero off mid-sentence.

Netero was stunned.

But Moses didn't care about Netero's reaction and quickly created a shadow clone.

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The shadow clone, which had just completed the mimicry, reached out and supported Netero's frail shoulder.

Then, the next second, the shadow clone and Netero vanished into thin air.

After sending Netero away, Moses glanced at the King, who is walking up from the pit, took out his phone and sent a message to Knov with the words 'Plan B' written on it.

Then, Moses put away his phone and looked at the King, who was already standing on the edge of the pit.

The crater created by the 100-Type Guanyin was large, but not deep.

As the King climbed out of the pit at a steady pace, he had naturally seen Moses's actions, and also Netero vanishing before his eyes.

"That old warrior is very powerful and worthy of respect."

The King stood at the edge of the crater and calmly expressed his thoughts.

Those words were originally meant for Netero.

It was the final praise the King intended to give before ending the fight.

As a result, Moses suddenly appeared and sent away Netero, who was supposed to be killed by him personally.

Despite this, the King wasn't particularly bothered. In fact, he voiced his thoughts freely to the one who had 'interrupted'.

He genuinely admired everything Netero had shown during the battle.

It had been deeply enlightening, and had helped further affirm the extent of his own power.

Pulling back his admiration for Netero, the King looked at Moses expressionlessly and said calmly, "You're not bad either."

"…"

Faced with the King's sudden remark, Moses said nothing. He raised his black sword horizontally, assuming a stance that balanced both offense and defense.

Seeing Moses take up that posture, the King no longer had the interest he felt at the beginning of the battle.

As for the existence of special humans, they are quite delicious from a culinary perspective.

But aside from their value as food, they also held a certain strength that could be surprising.

However-

That's all.

After seeing them escaping from the battle several times, the King is no longer interested in wasting his time.

"I have no interest in 'deserters'."

The King slowly raised his finger and pointed at Moses, his tone devoid of any emotion.

It seemed like he was talking about something very ordinary, but it also seemed like he was expressing another meaning:

The outcome and process of this battle wouldn't change.

If the end result was just going to be fleeing again, then it would be better to run now, saving everyone the time.

And since he had no interest in 'deserters', the King had no reason to waste time hunting down a defeated opponent.

Right now, he just didn't want to waste time on things that didn't interest him.

If that was the case, he'd rather go read a few more books.

Moreover, his words carried no mockery at all, and he was merely stating a fact.

But sometimes, the cruelest mockery comes from facts themselves.

Moses remained silent, and in that moment, he suddenly understood Netero's sense of frustration.

What truly bent Netero's back...

Wasn't exhaustion… but the feeling that a lifetime of training had been dismissed so lightly.

It was like honing a skill your entire life until it reached its peak, only to have it lose to a mindless punch thrown by some rookie.

It made everything you'd worked for seem utterly worthless.

So, more than physical fatigue, it was likely the spiritual despair that hit harder.

Maybe…

For Netero, triggering the bomb on the spot would've been the best end.

That way, all those horrible feelings and thoughts could be obliterated in a blazing explosion.

But Moses had stopped that from happening and had even apologized to Netero for it.

Even if he wanted to respect Netero's wish now, he had to consider everyone else's situations.

The Rose... must not bloom just yet.

Rather than dying in the explosion with everyone else, it would be better for him to try to buy more time for them.

It's just-

When Netero's sorrowful, hunched back appeared in his mind, it was difficult for Moses to ignore the words and gesture of the King at this moment.

"I won't run."

So, when facing the King's posture that seemed to be above everything, Moses said each word slowly and firmly with deep and steady eyes.

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, the King immediately looked at Moses with a higher regard.

From his behavior, tone, and the emotions radiating from his aura, it was clear… Moses wasn't bluffing.

This rekindled the King's interest a little.

Perhaps at this moment, Moses's importance outweighs the fact that the King has not yet finished reading the book.

At this time, Pouf, who had just returned from retrieving his clone, rushed to the ruins of the hall and saw the King and Moses who were in a standoff.

In an instant, words like useless and failure clashed violently in Pouf's mind, giving him the urge to commit suicide on the spot.

"King."

Pouf landed behind the King and knelt down.

"This subordinate is incompetent. I failed to stop that human. Please punish me..."

"Stand back."

The King spoke calmly.

Now that his interest was rekindled, it didn't matter whether Pouf had failed in his duty.

Pouf abruptly raised his head to look at the King's back, intending to take on the responsibility of dealing with Moses, but in the end, he had no choice but to obey the King's order.

He suppressed his resentment and retreated in compliance with the King's order.

With that little interlude over, Moses silently dismissed his shadow.

And-

A fierce battle spirit surged within him.

Elsewhere-

Outside the palace, on a desolate field.

The shadow clone and Netero appeared there.

"…"

Looking at the palace hundreds of meters away, if Netero still had strength left, he would definitely run back to the palace and smacked Moses right across the face.

Suddenly-

A black circle appeared on the ground, which was the passage to the Fourth-Dimensional Apartment.

Then, Knov's head poked out from the black circle.

"Huh!?"

Seeing Netero's current appearance, Knov was visibly shocked.