In HxH with Doraemon Pocket

"Pointless?"

Uvogin and Nobunaga recalled the scene in the abandoned factory where Morin subdued his opponent effortlessly using his Floating Gun. Both nodded in agreement.

Nen abilities like Morin's, which rely on mystical tools with unpredictable effects, are truly frustrating to deal with—leaving one feeling utterly helpless.

While Uvogin and Nobunaga had never seen Morin fight seriously, they could tell from his aura and nen that he was anything but weak.

In fact, both had entertained the thought of sparring with him to gauge how far they were from being top-notch nen users.

But the idea of having to break through Morin's traps and tools layer by layer just to engage him directly...

"Forget it."

They simultaneously shook their heads inwardly.

Who knew how many strange and powerful tools Morin had at his disposal?

Even Uvogin, a battle enthusiast, found the prospect unappealing and even nauseating.

Asking Morin to put away his tools and fight barehanded would render the battle meaningless—like asking Uvogin not to use his fists or Nobunaga to forgo his sword.

Nen is an extension of the user's skills; how could one deny its use?

Strength, trickiness, and the difficulty of an ability are part of the combat equation.

Whether a cat is black or white, if it catches mice, it's a good cat.

Likewise, any nen ability that proves effective in combat is a good ability.

But even with this understanding, Uvogin and Nobunaga had no desire to face Morin.

They wanted to grow stronger, sure, but not by intentionally making themselves suffer.

"I plan to head to the Heaven's Arena," Machi said, brushing her hair aside in a gesture that seemed to conceal some hidden thoughts.

"It's the perfect place to meet skilled opponents and refine my combat abilities."

You just want to earn some money through fighting, don't you?

Morin silently teased her in his mind.

"That sounds great!"

Uvogin's eyes lit up as he clashed his fists together. "I've been meaning to check that place out!"

"Now that we have proper identification, we can register, right?" Nobunaga added, stroking his chin, which had begun to sprout some stubble. "There should be plenty of swordsmen there, right?"

"What about you?" Machi turned to Morin. "Will you come with us?"

"I'll go," Morin replied with a smile, "but not now."

"What do you mean?" Machi's tone remained steady, but her gaze showed she expected an answer.

"I want to see the world first."

Excitement flickered in Morin's eyes.

"This world is full of fascinating places waiting for me to explore!"

"There are countless mysterious lands and magical creatures to discover and capture."

"If I could, I'd love to catch a dragon and see how it tastes in a stew."

Hmm... The Zoldyck family does keep dragons. Maybe I can ask them where they found theirs.

"If you cook one, save me a piece," Uvogin chimed in, ever unreserved when it came to food.

Morin's ambitions seemed entirely reasonable to him—at least more so than most from Meteor City.

"What about you, Pakunoda?"

Chrollo turned to the usually silent Pakunoda, who seemed deep in thought.

"Will you join us?"

"...No."

Pakunoda's response surprised Chrollo slightly. She shook her head and then turned to face Morin.

"I plan to follow the vice-leader for a while."

Follow me?

Morin blinked, taken aback by her decision.

"Is that so?"

Chrollo's gaze shifted between Pakunoda and Morin before he nodded.

"You're not suited for combat, so I thought having you with us would ensure your safety."

"But if you're with Morin, I won't have to worry."

Chrollo's reasoning was simple: he valued the safety of his members. After all, he was a rational leader—a trait that made him both respected and feared.

Though technically, he was still just a thirteen-year-old boy—despite looking more like a high school student.

Machi's eyes darted between Pakunoda and Morin, her brow furrowing slightly in suspicion.

"You don't mind having someone accompany you, do you, vice-leader?"

Pakunoda crossed her arms, accentuating her already well-developed figure.

Morin silently repeated "Don't stare, don't stare" to himself. After all, Pakunoda was just a fourteen-year-old girl—a minor.

He wasn't like a certain rapper of a person who had no qualms about targeting minors.

But... fourteen years old and already so... developed?

No wonder Pakunoda later grew into such an imposing figure. If this early development continued, it explained her future confidence and her casual disregard for modesty.

"I don't mind."

Morin answered immediately.

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