Regarding the matter of "Kisho can stay here and borrow a place to live," after taking a shower and learning about it, Gon expressed approval with both hands and both feet.
Because on Whale Island there were hardly any children his own age, and even if there were, due to the extremely inconvenient transportation, it was very hard to play together with them.
So all along, Gon's friends had only been the animals and plants in the forest. Nature could listen to what he had to say, but it could not give him a fully equal response.
Kisho looked at Gon, who had clung to him asking questions for three hours and only fell asleep from utter exhaustion, and revealed a faint smile.
—Gon has probably always been very lonely.
Kisho silently stood up, bent down to carry Gon back to his small bed that was naturally pieced together with tree branches, covered him with a blanket, and then returned to his own floor bedding to lie down.
Gon slept very soundly, his mouth wide open. No one knew what he was dreaming about, but the smile on his face was especially bright and cheerful.
Kisho, on the other hand, wasn't very sleepy.
His biological clock—its hour, minute, and second hands—had probably already learned how to stop moving or jump around. He could sleep for three days straight without waking, or go three consecutive days without sleeping at all.
Anyway, he only needed a very short period of cultivation to recover his energy. Sleep, to him, was no longer that important.
He propped up one leg and stared at the wooden ceiling with his eyes open.
The night was tranquil, and his mood was tranquil as well.
—This was the peaceful life he had been longing for ever since he came to this world.
But now that he had truly obtained it, it seemed it still couldn't make him sink into it as deeply and uncontrollably as he had imagined.
Kisho showed a trace of self-mockery in his smile: maybe he really had been assimilated by the past—by the things he had experienced and the people he had met.
But no matter what kind of life it was, he would willingly accept it and then "find joy in it."
Thinking this way, Kisho gently closed his eyes—starting over, becoming an ordinary person again.
...The Next Day...
"Eh?!"
Gon pressed his hands on the table, his face full of astonishment:
"Kisho left?"
"That's right, he went out at five in the morning."
Mito spoke to Gon with a bit of irritation while wiping the table:
"Who told you to sleep so late last night? You couldn't get up this morning, right?"
"...How could this be, I still wanted to go into the forest and play with him again."
"He'll be back before the sun sets in the evening."
Mito tossed the rag into the sink and turned on the faucet:
"He told me to tell you that you can also go into the forest to look for him—as long as you can find him."
"Eh?!"
When Mito's words fell into Gon's ears, they were no different from a "challenge letter." A spark of fighting spirit instantly ignited in his eyes:
"Then Aunt Mito, I'll go look for him right now!"
Mito frowned and turned around:
"Aren't you eating breakfast?"
"I'll grab a piece of bread~"
As Gon spoke, he pushed open the door and ran out. His figure quickly disappeared from Mito's field of vision as she turned around.
On the other side.
Kisho was sitting on a giant tree by the lake, eyes closed, fully focused on cultivation, and at the same time waiting for someone to come looking for him.
"Swoosh—"
A pebble shot straight toward him.
He abruptly opened his eyes, casually raised his hand, and caught the pebble, pinching it in his palm.
Just as Kisho was about to counterattack, he saw a certain scumbag—cough, he saw Ging standing casually by the lake, arms crossed as he looked at him, the corner of his mouth hooked into a sly, nasty grin.
Kisho leaped down from the tree and landed in front of Ging.
"Looks like you're getting along pretty well with that kid."
Ging sized Kisho up from top to bottom. Clearly, Kisho's movements hadn't escaped his perception at all.
He casually picked a blade of grass from the ground and stuck it in his mouth:
"That kid's the same as me, an intuition type. He won't be wrong about people. You're pretty good."
Kisho: "...That sounded like you were praising me, but actually you were still praising yourself, right?"
"Ha~"
Ging laughed without the slightest embarrassment at his own self-praise.
Then he grew a bit more serious and spoke to Kisho:
"I still have things to do, so I'll keep it short—you want to learn the kind of 'Zetsu' that can completely hide yourself, right?"
Kisho also became serious and slowly nodded:
"That's right—and if I can learn anything else too, that would be even better."
"Hoh, that's pretty greedy."
Ging raised an eyebrow, then sighed:
"Sigh, teaching and all that is really a pain."
"I shouldn't have planned to come back just because I was nearby. I only just finished teaching one not long ago, and now another one pops up."
He raised a hand and rubbed his head, saying helplessly:
"Forget it, forget it. Teaching one is teaching, teaching two is also teaching. I'll just repeat what I taught before."
Kisho was stunned:
"...Is it really that casual?"
"Heh, you're not my disciple anyway. Casual is fine."
Ging snorted with a laugh and looked at Kisho:
"You can simultaneously use Enhancement-type and Transmutation-type abilities, right?"
He thought for a short moment, then made a decision about what to teach Kisho:
"I'll teach you some techniques—well, not really techniques, more like insights. Of course, they're all theoretical. Whether you can learn them, and whether you can actually use them after learning, all depends on you."
Kisho nodded lightly.
Ging coughed and put on a stern face:
"Listen carefully, kid. I'll only say this once, and I won't answer any questions."
Kisho: "...Okay."
...
Ging silently left Whale Island.
And Kisho sat in the shade of the tree, carefully recalling what Ging had taught him earlier and every single detail of it.
Although Ging had said he wouldn't answer any questions, after finishing the lesson he still answered a curious young man's questions for ten minutes with a dark face, and even casually pointed out where the curious young man had done things wrong.
—Of course, the methods were rather rough, and the words rather harsh.
Well, as long as he could learn something, Kisho felt none of that mattered.
According to Kisho's understanding, the techniques Ging taught him could be simply summarized as "frequency" and "resonance."
By using special techniques to perceive the frequency of everything around him, and then changing his own frequency to match it, he could produce "resonance."
If applied to "Zetsu," it would allow him to completely conceal himself within the environment. Just like the best way to hide a grain of sand is to put it into the desert.
On the other hand, if applied to offensive "Nen," after changing the frequency, it could create "resonance" with the attacked object. The destructive power it could cause was absolutely not to be underestimated.
However, understanding was one thing. When it came to actual practical use, Kisho discovered that this was really no ordinary level of difficulty...
He sighed, then immediately revealed a sinister smile—he seemed to have told Gon to come find him.
"Why not use Gon to test out the techniques I just learned!"
"Using the techniques his old man taught me against his own son—I'm really becoming more and more suited to being a Spider, huh~"
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