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

“There’s no need for those three old thieves to show up.” Sean smiled coldly, of course knowing who Ziponian was referring to.

“Hey~ brat, he insulted you.” In the cabin behind the mountain, Maha glanced at Netero.

Netero: "."

A few black lines appeared on his shiny forehead; he cursed under his breath that the old man was hard of hearing and should be cut off and sold.

He raised an eyebrow and said, "If I heard correctly, that kid Sean mentioned three old thieves."

"Isn't that perfect?" Maha said matter-of-factly, "You, Juggernaut, and that bastard Zeno, isn't that three of you?"

Damn it, I've already run away, are you guys still not leaving me alone? A waiter suddenly sneezed, the handprints on his cheeks still warm!

"Let's hear what Sean has to say first." It's not easy being a peacemaker when someone's already arguing with you the moment you meet.

Jagger shook his head and pricked up his ears.

At that moment, Sean asked a question: "I'd like to know how you grasp the 'characteristics of the times'?"

Nouns are too abstract, and when applied to concrete actions, they inevitably become vague. Zipo Nianrou also breathed a sigh of relief; this was indeed the question she was best suited for.

The old butler sorted out his thoughts and pondered, "To be honest, young master, my understanding is that only by standing at the forefront of the times, or even becoming the behind-the-scenes driving force for the development of the times, can one fully grasp the characteristics of the times."

"more specific."

"Science and technology are the primary productive forces, young master~" Zi Po Nian looked deeply at Sean and said, "Besides being the butler of the Zoldyck family, I am also a visiting professor at the Polytechnic Institute of the capital of the Republic of Padokia, specializing in 'Mechanical Manufacturing'. I have published ten papers in the renowned journal ICS and hold more than twenty patents."

"That's why I can easily transform into the shape of motorcycles, cars, airplanes, and so on, based on their structures."

Sean was shocked! He hadn't expected that the old man's personal butler was actually a top student!

“That old bastard Mahal is really wasting resources. The fact that Barto Technology isn’t progressing is partly his fault.” Sean was speechless.

Ziponian coughed lightly, pretending not to hear, but through the surveillance glasses perched on her nose, she could vaguely sense the old man's fury and the merciless mockery of the other two old men.

"So, according to you, to refine and purify one's Nen ability, one must deeply understand one's own 'characteristics,' and the deeper one understands, the stronger one becomes, is that the logic?" Sean asked thoughtfully.

Ziponian nodded: "That's the principle, but young master, there's no need to rush."

"You have plenty of time to find the 'characteristics' that suit you."

The old butler encouraged him, "With your intelligence, I believe you'll be able to do it in just a few years."

"A few years?" Sean glanced at Ziponian. "But I've already found the 'traits' that suit me. I just don't know how to develop them, so I asked you."

Zipo Nian: "."

He stared wide-eyed at Sean, unsure of what to say.

"What's the big deal?" Sean shrugged and chuckled. "It's just finalizing the 'features.' Anyone can do that with a little thought."

So, I'm not human?

Zi Po Nian opened his mouth, then fell silent. "Everyone? I feel like you're insulting me, young master!"

It sounds simple, but I've been pondering this for ten years!

After a long pause, Zi Po Nian finally came to her senses and couldn't help but sigh, "I'm ashamed. Compared to the young master, I don't deserve the title of academic genius."

"Uh...you're being modest." This time it was Sean's turn to be surprised.

Ziponian smiled bitterly: "It's not that I'm being modest, but it's really hard to find the characteristics that suit you. Young Master Wutong should know that he has been wasting eight or nine years on this path and still hasn't found the way."

No wonder the old man called him a piece of trash. Thinking about the future, Hisoka defeated him in just two or three moves.

Sean seemed to have a sudden realization. After getting the answer he wanted, he leaned against the window frame, facing the evening breeze, and pondered all the knowledge about "wind".

Wind has no constant shape, and water has no constant flow. From a physics perspective, wind is simply the movement of air molecules.

From a geographical perspective, wind is a natural phenomenon caused by pressure differences.

From a thermodynamic perspective, wind is the result of the convection of hot and cold air.

But what about from the perspective of "thought"? Or, from the perspective of "chakra," how do we view its nature change?

After pondering for a long time without any clue, Sean suddenly had a flash of inspiration and decided that instead of wasting time thinking about this meaningless thing, he might as well consult a "professional".

He silently said to the "sage" in his heart, "Make the arrangements. I want to see Sarutobi Asuma."

As an elite Jonin of Konoha, Asuma, who possesses both "Wind" and "Fire" chakra natures, is undoubtedly a master who has just begun to understand the "Wind" chakra nature.

Sean remembered that in Naruto, it was Asuma who taught Naruto the nature transformation of "wind," which is why Naruto learned the Multiple Shadow Clone Technique and later incorporated "wind" into the Rasengan to create the more advanced S-rank ninjutsu "Wind Release: Rasenshuriken"!

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The familiar white light entered between his brows, and his consciousness space unfolded.

Sean smirked and said, "I wonder what kind of expression this poor kid, who was tricked by his own father, will have when he finds out he won't be able to see his child alive?"

The boy sighed, closed his eyes, and stepped into his own sea of ​​consciousness.

At the same time, not far away, the sea of ​​clouds surged and gathered into a human figure.

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Chapter 55 Asuma's Carefree Spirit X Listening to the Heart of the Wind

He has long black hair and a goatee, and wears a black tight-fitting combat suit with green Jonin chainmail on the outside.

Dark red markings are tattooed on his shoulders and back. The emblem of the Land of Fire hangs at his waist.

Asuma was playing shogi with Rokuju, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. Suddenly finding himself in an unfamiliar environment, he was immediately startled.

His hands quietly reached down to his lower back, where his signature weapons were located—two chakra blades, Shinichimonji.

Is he that nervous? Noticing Asma's subtle movements, Sean pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the sea of ​​clouds, lit one for himself, and tossed another to Asma. He then exhaled a faint smoke ring and said, "I advise you not to have any undue thoughts."

"Who are you?" The manga "Naruto" has not yet reached the point where Kakuzu and Hidan invade Konoha, so Asuma is still alive at the moment.

"Who I am is not important, but I know who you are." Sean looked at Asuma with a smile and said, "An elite Jonin of Konoha, the Third Hokage's son, Kurenai's fiancé, the teacher of the Ino-Shika-Cho trio, a friend of Chirai, one of the Twelve Guardian Ninjas of the Land of Fire, and a playboy who is painstakingly searching for the 'Jade'."

He revealed Asuma's entire network of connections in one go. The expressions of Konoha's elite Jonin changed repeatedly, which was quite a sight!

"Oh, right, I almost forgot." At the end, Sean looked at Asuma meaningfully and added, "Sarutobi's future deceased father."

Upon hearing this, Asma's face, which was covered in a thick beard even thicker than a sycamore tree, completely lost its color. The mere mention of his deceased father almost broke him down. Fortunately, he was a man who could remain calm even when facing an evil god.

Asuma caught the cigarette Sean tossed him, lit it, and took a deep drag. The taste was strong and spicy, with a noticeably stronger aftereffect than Konoha cigarettes. But, a real man should enjoy a strong cigarette, so he forced himself to suppress a cough and looked at Sean as he exhaled smoke, saying, "Looks like you know me quite well."

“I guess so.” Sean flicked his cigarette ash and winked at Asuma. “You could also think of me as someone who knows everything about Konoha, including the past and the future.”

"Oh~" Asuma's reaction was unexpectedly calm. After recovering, he seemed indifferent to everything and lazily asked, "Is Sarutobi Mirai my child?"

“To be precise, it’s your daughter who hasn’t been born yet.” Sean stubbed out his cigarette and held up one index finger at him. “One question for another.”

"I've already answered one of your questions for free. If you still have any questions, you can ask now."

Then, Sean added, "I believe you have already realized that this is my consciousness space, and I was able to bring you here, so naturally I have something to rely on."

Asma nodded. Putting aside his initial panic and wariness, he had already realized that subconsciously he was obeying the mysterious boy in front of him without question.

This was the first time in his life he had experienced feeling restrained. It was quite a novel experience.

"Hiss~ Huff." The elite Jonin of Konoha did not make a sound immediately. After quietly finishing a cigarette, his bloodless face finally regained a rosy hue.

He flicked his finger, the cigarette butt piercing the sky, leaving a shallow trail before being swallowed by the sea of ​​clouds. He then smiled at Sean and said, "Young man, I have nothing to ask. You can ask your question now."

"Oh?" Sean looked at Asma with surprise, then said unexpectedly, "Don't you want to know how you died?"

"Or, how is your daughter, Sarutobi Mirai, faring in the future?"

"Heh. Good question." Asma stroked his goatee, tilted his head back, and pondered for a moment before saying, "No one is indifferent to life and death, and no father is indifferent to his daughter."

“But,” the elite Jonin of Konoha grinned and gave Sean a dashing smile, “everyone dies eventually, it’s just a matter of time.”

"Furthermore," his gaze softened, "I believe Hong will take good care of my daughter."

"Damn, you're pretty carefree." Sean curled his lip, gave Asuma a thumbs up in admiration, and stopped pretending, saying directly, "I would like to ask about the nature transformation of 'Wind' chakra."

"Haha, your question sounds familiar." Asma laughed, "To be recognized by a mysterious young man, doesn't that mean I have some ability?"

“Yes, I do.” Sean chuckled. “But Naruto is Naruto, and I am me. I already know about the ‘thin yet sharp’ characteristic. Is there anything else besides that?”

“Then you’ll have to ask the wind.” Asma’s smile vanished, and he looked at Sean meaningfully, saying, “No one knows the wind better than the wind itself.”

"As a parting gift, I suggest you release your chakra, become a wisp of wind, completely merge into the wind, and listen to the wind's voice. Perhaps you will get the answer you are looking for."

Listening to the wind's whispers? Sean seemed lost in thought. Snapping out of his reverie, Asma waved goodbye with his back to him and plunged into the sea of ​​clouds: "Sorry, young man, Lu Jiu is still waiting for me."

"I must seize every minute and second of the rest of my life and enjoy the present moment to the fullest."

"Whoosh~" The sea of ​​clouds surged in, instantly engulfing Asuma's sea of ​​consciousness. Only Sean remained, staring blankly as Asuma turned into bubbles, lost in thought.

After a moment, the boy shook his head and chuckled, snapped his fingers, regained his senses, took a step forward, and jumped onto the windowsill.

Close your eyes, open your arms, and simultaneously release your thoughts, trying to embrace the evening breeze.

"Young Master, what are you doing?" Zi Po Nian noticed Sean's unusual behavior but didn't dare to make a sound. The three old men behind the scenes who were controlling Sean's perspective frowned and scrutinized him, remaining silent as well. The scene was unusually quiet, both in front of and behind the scenes.

It seemed as if only Sean's steady breathing echoed powerfully throughout the world.

At that time, it had just rained in Meteor City during the day, and the evening breeze was unusually damp. The boy, enveloped in milky-white Nen, followed Asuma's advice, imagined himself as a gentle breeze, and jumped alone into the embrace of his "comrades."

Like lost musical notes, they slowly, gently, returned to the staff, gradually understanding the rhythm of the wind, rejoicing in its joy, grieving in its sorrow, feeling its frustration, and raging in its anger.

Gradually, Sean's mind drifted away with the evening breeze. He faintly heard the chirping of insects fading into the damp grass. Looking up, he saw several birds slicing through the dark night sky, their wings fluttering as they flew past. Further away, in a side hall of the church—

The young spiderlings, their figures shifting and changing, surrounded Kuroro, bombarding him with questions. Completely unaware that a pair of eyes, carried by the wind, were pressed against their faces, taking in everything they said and saw.