Hunter x Hunter: The Zoldyck Family's Legendary Item Master

"You're taking it easy, kid. I heard you're not even going to the practice room today. Heh~ what a lazy bum."

Tsk~ You know everything without even leaving your home. You're truly amazing, Zhuge Liang!

Sean sneered inwardly, complaining, "You're the one who told me to lie down and take the beating, and you're the one who complained that I didn't practice martial arts."

"Tell me yourself, aren't you shameless?"

"I'll fucking kill you!" Maha raised his hand. Sean, without even blinking, said, "Touch me and I'll be banned from updating!"

"Hey!" Maha gritted his teeth, struggled for two seconds, and then dejectedly put his hand down: "Don't be angry~ Old man, I'm not angry."

"Anyway, it'll only be a few days. Zeno, tell Silva not to hold back. Beat him to a pulp!"

Zeno? "Grandpa's here?"

This is a rare guest! Sean looked around, but there wasn't a single Zeno in sight, not even a ghost.

"So, old man, you haven't been hypnotizing too much and are hallucinating?" Sean looked at Maha suspiciously.

The old man's eye twitched, and he glanced at the curtains. That brat ran really fast! What's wrong? Afraid of his grandson like a tiger?

She shoved Sean aside and said irritably, "Mind your own business? Why don't you just draw comics instead of putting in the energy you had for updating three times a week last year?"

That's it. I've grinded enough experience, can't I even relax a bit? Sure enough, those who can't be tamed are all ungrateful wretches.

Sean rolled his eyes, went into the bathroom, took a shower, and started drawing "Ninja in the Pot".

After breaking through the first limit, in addition to the transformation in physical fitness, Sean clearly felt that his mental state was also much better than before.

He actually finished a whole issue of the manga in just one night. If the other manga artists at Bones knew about it, they'd probably be so ashamed they'd want to hang themselves!

"Tsk~ You drew pretty quickly this time." With the latest chapter out, the old man no longer cared about his H-manga, and eagerly picked up the fresh line art, looking at it with great interest.

After the Chunin Exams, the Third Hokage died, Orochimaru lost an arm, and the Akatsuki organization gradually emerged. When Maha saw Itachi with Kisame Hoshigaki, they invaded Konoha after the war.

The old man raised an eyebrow and asked Sean curiously, "My dear grandson, what heinous thing has Itachi done?"

"That's why Sasuke keeps chasing after me."

Tsk~ Heinous crimes? "Inhuman" would be a more accurate description. Sean rubbed his aching wrist and said expressionlessly, "It's nothing."

"It was just killing his parents and wiping out his entire clan."

Maha: "."

After a few seconds of stunned silence, he raised his voice: "You call this nothing?"

"He killed his parents, he's worse than an animal."

"What a beast," Sean sighed, feigning a sigh. "There's always a reason for everything. There's no love without a reason, and no hate without a reason. It's all fate."

Mahathir glared at Sean... Hey~ you little brat, already getting all sentimental.

He put down the line drawing and admonished, "Murder is murder. No matter what the compelling reason, it doesn't change the fact that he killed someone."

"You brat, I'm warning you, don't you dare try to whitewash him, or else... this old man, on behalf of millions of readers, will be the first to protest!"

Yo~ Sean rolled his eyes at Maha: "You said it yourself, 'it was out of necessity.' In my opinion, Itachi had no choice but to do it."

Mah raised an eyebrow: "Tell me about it."

Sean waved to him: "Come here and I'll tell you."

The old man gave Sean a suspicious look, wanting to see what mischief the brat was up to. He leaned closer to listen.

Then Sean whispered in his ear, "Grandpa, do you know why Itachi killed the entire clan but spared Sasuke?"

"why?"

"That's because Sasuke is actually Itachi's child." Sean dropped a bombshell: "Itachi and Mikoto had an affair, and Sasuke was born. Later, the truth came out. And then, you know what happened?"

Fuck you. You little brat, are you kidding me?

"Aren't you kidding me?!" Maha exclaimed, speechless.

Sean gave a cold laugh: "So you know it's bullshit?"

"It's good enough that there's something to watch, why keep nagging like this?"

With that, he shoved Maha aside in annoyance, threw down his paintbrush, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep with a cold smile on his face.

"Hiss~ Huff~" A soft snore escaped, and a sigh pulled the dazed Maha back to reality.

With his white hair swaying wildly, Zeno appeared with his hands behind his back, looking completely at ease.

Shaking his head, he looked at Maha and said, "Grandpa, you've been completely outmaneuvered by this kid."

"Yo~ Isn't this our old man Zeno?" Without turning around, the old man knew who it was, and with a flick of his wrist, he sent a large bag flying.

Unfortunately, Zeno was prepared and blocked it with a counterattack.

She looked at him speechlessly and said, "Grandpa, don't be so childish, okay?"

How old are you? You're making a fool of yourself.

Maha smirked, his first palm strike missed, then he suddenly stomped on it. Zeno, who had just been gloating over his successful screen, instantly turned green.

She jumped up, clutching her own feet!

"Barking like a dog?" Maha, hands on his hips, cursed angrily, "I'm asking you, why did you run away just now?"

"I specifically called you out and gave you a chance, and you still can't do it. What? You'll only be ready when you're dead?"

Geno was almost crippled by that kick. It took him a long time to recover. He said aggrievedly, "Grandpa, this was too sudden. I wasn't prepared at all. Next time, I'll do it myself."

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, and next time and the time after that, is that it?

"How come I remember you said the same thing to Silva last time?"

Maha glared at Zeno with annoyance: "You left Silva to confront that kid alone, do you even deserve to be a father?"

"Change your surname, you son of a bitch! My Zoldyck family can't afford to lose face like that!"

"Grandpa, please calm down," Geno said, limping as he helped Maha lie down. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a few H-manga, and handed them to the old man, saying with a forced smile, "If you're angry, don't take it all out on me."

"Wait a few days, see this kid get a beating, won't that be satisfying?"

Chapter 28 On the Eve of the Test X Zeno's Doubts

"You're a wise boy."

Maha quickly stuffed the H-manga into his pocket, closed his eyes, and rocked the rocking chair, saying, "Don't talk to me about whether it's enjoyable or not."

"Do you think I'm the kind of old man who can laugh while watching my own grandson get beaten up?"

Yes, yes, you're not. You old man, don't you even look in the mirror? Your mouth is practically stretched to your ears.

Zeno's eyes twitched subtly as he peeked at Sean. The boy was lying on the bed in a starfish position, taking up most of the two-meter-long bed by himself. Judging by his size, he was almost as big as an adult.

I'm afraid it won't be long before he's taller than him.

Geno immediately asked in surprise, "Grandpa, have you noticed that Sean seems to have grown a lot?"

"He's a good-for-nothing, but he's not blind." The old man crossed his legs, leisurely admiring the few H comics that Zeno had brought, and said without looking up, "You half-grown brat, you've eaten your father out of house and home."

"Eating a lot and exercising a lot, this physique is normal."

Is this normal? Zeno frowned: "How come I remember when I was around ten years old, I wasn't even as tall as him?"

The Zoldyck family was no small, insignificant family that couldn't afford to eat during times of war. On the contrary, in this age of rampant additives, the older generation's physical condition far surpasses that of modern people.

This is because he is old and has a hunched back, which makes him appear somewhat shriveled.

“I’m telling you, you’re a piece of trash.” Maha grumbled impatiently, “Just spit it out. Stop beating around the bush and disturbing my enjoyment of art.”

Performance art? Or a two-dimensional display of the human body?

Zeno shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Grandpa, is it possible that Sean secretly 'broke through' his limits without our knowledge?"

After 'breaking the limit', the density of skeletal muscle increases, muscle fibers thicken, and blood vessel walls dilate and thicken, making a person look noticeably larger than before.

Especially for "enhancement-type" Nen users who rely on their physical abilities, this is something they understand most deeply.

Maha paused in his flipping through the erotic comics, looking at Zeno as if he were an idiot: "If you can't handle it, you can dig it out and throw it away."

"You think 'breaking limits' is as easy as cabbage, something you can do whenever you want without years of hard work? Don't even think about it."

Zeno chuckled, hands behind his back. He had spent a full five years honing his body; if this kid were to break it in just a few months, how could he ever face him again?

"However," the old man's tone shifted, instantly tightening Zeno's heart, which had just relaxed, "that brat has indeed been acting strangely lately."

"Has Grandpa discovered something?" Geno squinted at Maha.

The old man rubbed his chin: "I can't really say, but my intuition tells me that he's definitely up to no good behind my back. We'll see when the time comes."

Time flies like an arrow, fleeting in the blink of an eye.

A week later, the one-month deadline arrived.

Sean got up as usual, washed up, changed into his training clothes, and ate a few bites of the sumptuous breakfast that Wutong had specially ordered the kitchen to prepare.

I stretched my body a little before heading out.

"It's true that you shouldn't eat too much. Otherwise you'll throw it up later."

The out-of-place old man was always so annoying. Sean glanced at Maha, the old man rocking in his rocking chair, sporting a pair of panda eyes, casually flipping through H comics, looking much more haggard than usual.

"Grandpa, you weren't so excited that you didn't sleep all night, were you?"

Without even looking up, Maha said, "Even Netero can't excite me, so what makes you think you can?"

"Let's practice for another hundred or two hundred years before we talk about it."

"Then please try to hide your smile." Sean pursed his lips. "You can't even hide your smile anymore."

Mah's mouth stretched from ear to ear. He laid his cards on the table and stopped pretending, laughing wildly, "If you knew this would happen, why did you do it on the spot, Sean?"

"If you give in to Grandpa soon, passing the test will be a piece of cake."

Sean laughed too: "I'm not like you, I'm impotent. I can't even go soft if I wanted to!"

Maha, unusually calm, slowly stepped down from the rocking chair, got closer, stood on tiptoe, and patted Sean on the shoulder, saying, "Trust me, no one can stay hard forever."

"There will always be a day when it softens."

“And you—” Maha looked at Sean seriously: “Today!”