Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

Despite what the other party said, Diya knew that the twelfth prince, Mumu Ze, did not have strong political power, and his mother was only a lower-ranking queen.

If she doesn't teach the other person Nen abilities, she probably won't find anything useful.

Ultimately, you get nothing if you don't want to give anything; that's the underlying logic of the Hunter world.

Looking at Mumu Ze, who had become cheerful again because of her words, Diya couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

'I've only been studying for a month, and I already have students... I hope Qiduo won't scold me for misleading them?'

Even so, Dia's foundation was at least laid solidly by Qi Duo's watchful eye, so she was more than capable of teaching a beginner.

So, Diya and Mumu Ze discussed the teaching process for the next few days, until they landed and returned to Kajin.

Time passed by unnoticed. After explaining the basics of Nen ability to Mumu Ze, it was already dinnertime.

Diya stood up, preparing to take her leave.

Just then, Mu Muze suddenly stood up as well, then, pulling at her skirt, gracefully performed a courtly curtsy, saying with excitement and a smile:

"From now on, I hope Mr. Dia will continue to guide me."

Dia was taken aback at first, then placed one hand on her chest, bowed in return, and said with a smile:

"Yes, please guide me."

Please give me your guidance...

No matter how beautifully he was dressed, Diya knew perfectly well that he was undoubtedly taking advantage of the girl who trusted him.

Why is he able to do this without any psychological burden...?

A cold glint flashed in Dia's eyes, a coldness he himself was unaware of, just like that of the icy vampire.

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pat.

He turned around and closed the door to Mumu Ze's room.

Dia walked toward the guards' room, remembering that there was something he needed to ask Drogbada.

But after walking a few steps, Dia suddenly noticed that Drogbada was standing outside the guard's door, making a phone call.

"...Okay, then I'll come find you for a drink next time I visit Gramgaslan!"

Drogba said with a smile, then hung up the phone and turned to look at Dia, who was not far away, and said:

"Oh, you've finally decided to come out? What's up, need something?"

Ignoring Drogbada's teasing, Dia said without changing her expression:

"Yes, there's something."

"I haven't thanked that man named Sang from last night yet."

Last night, it was thanks to Sang making a hole in the wall that we were able to avoid having to protect multiple targets at the same time.

As a result, when the Dia organization retreated, the other party had already left, and there was no time to talk to them face to face.

In Diya's eyes, the opponent's ability was extremely useful!

If possible, it's best to get the other person's contact information; you never know when you might need it.

Upon hearing this, Drogba sent the contact information left by the other party to Dia, then waved goodbye and went to have dinner.

In the following days, Diya tried to contact Sang to express her gratitude. Sang generously said that it was no trouble at all and also apologized for the misunderstanding that had occurred at the restaurant a few days earlier.

The two chatted for a while, established initial contact, and then ended the call.

Dia stood in the corridor, thinking about her conversation with Sang, which revealed a lot of information.

Sang is a circus member from Gramgasland who is just visiting Yorkshire for the next few days. He enjoys drinking and making friends, especially strong people.

This morning, he had already taken a ride to his next destination, leaving Yorknew City almost one after the other with Dia and his group.

Finally, he also invited Dia to go to Gramgard to watch their performance.

'The pleasure capital of Gramgasland?'

Dia thought to herself, "Maybe after I resolve the problems left by DIO, I'll have some free time and can go have some fun."

Chapter 51 Still the Water-Viewing Style × Another Department

On the boundless sea.

The massive silhouette of the airship swept across the sea, casting a large shadow.

Outside the prince's bedroom, the prince's maidservant looked at the tightly closed door with a worried expression.

Thanks to the room's excellent soundproofing, she had no idea what was happening inside.

'These past few days, His Highness has invited Mr. Dia to her room every day…'

'Although similar situations occurred at Youkexin, this has been far too frequent and prolonged these past few days…'

Her concerns were not unfounded. In Yorkshire, Mumu Ze and Diya could only chat alone for a maximum of one or two hours a day.

But these past few days, Diya has been spending more than 10 hours a day in Mumuze's room!

'and……'

The maid's mind began to conjure up some lewd thoughts, and she thought:

'Since His Highness has never shown any such intentions before, we haven't prepared any safety equipment for this trip...'

The two guards at the door, as always, kept their eyes straight ahead, completely unconcerned about such matters.

So what exactly are Diya and Mumu Ze doing?

"Huff...huff...ha..."

Mumu Ze was drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. He had changed into short-sleeved shirts and shorts, which were more suitable for exercise.

Dia silently counted the number of times:

"...99...100!"

"Stop, that's enough for the warm-up."

Upon hearing this, Mu Muze immediately relaxed, his push-up posture collapsed, and he fell to the ground with a "thud," making a whimpering sound.

"This...this is just a warm-up?"

Diya watched indifferently as she gradually lost her royal composure, then stepped forward and sent a ripple of energy through her, saying:

"Next, take a fifteen-minute break before officially beginning the practice of [recitation]!"

Upon hearing this, Mu Muze looked up abruptly, his eyes filled with surprise. He quickly composed himself and calmed his mind.

That's right, Diya doesn't intend for the twelfth prince to learn the Qi step by step through meditation, and then learn the techniques of [Entanglement], [Absolute], [Practice], and [Send].

Instead, it was through the method that Cloud Valley used on Gon and Killua in the manga that Kumizawa forcibly activated his Nen.

Firstly, it's almost time to reach Kajin, and unless Mumu Ze is a genius like the Fourth Prince in the manga, there's obviously not enough time left.

And he obviously couldn't follow Mumu Ze into Kajin's palace to teach her.

Secondly, based on the descriptions of the Nen talents of the first, second, and ninth princes of Kakin in the manga, it can be basically concluded that Kokosawa has the talent to master Nen abilities, so there is no need to worry about him being unable to use [En] to protect himself after opening his Nen pores.

However, given the Hunter world's tendency for extreme personalities to be associated with exceptional talent, it's likely that Mumu Sawa's talent can't compare to that of her older brothers and sisters...

Fifteen minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

"Time's up, get up and turn around."

Diya interrupted Mumu Ze's meditation, instructing her to turn around as she did, and then raised her palm to press against the other's back.

'It should be similar to [Ultimate Profound Immortal Vein Ripple Dash]...'

Following Baron Zeppeli's unique technique, Dia gradually transferred the [Ripple Nen] within her body into Mumu Ze's body.

Compared to the somewhat dangerous act of directly infusing Nen into the human body, Dia chose to incorporate healing Ripple energy and used a technique of transferring Nen energy.

The reason he went through all this trouble was simple: although this method of forced initiation was fast, it required a certain level of physical fitness from the person being initiated.

Mumu Ze's physical abilities are definitely not comparable to those of young geniuses like Gon and Killua. Just because they can be awakened by Yun Gu without any burden doesn't mean that Mumu Ze can be too.

Therefore, Dia needs to be much more careful during this process to prevent her thoughts from hurting the other party.

As Diya's ripple energy flowed in, Mumu Ze's aura suddenly changed, like a dam releasing floodwaters, with his vital energy flowing out continuously.

"...Imagine the air throughout your body flowing like water..."

At the same time, Diya began to patiently explain the key points of the "Entanglement" technique to Mumu Ze.

As time passed, the energy emanating from Mumu Ze's tightly closed body finally stopped leaking out and was instead bound to the surface of his body by an invisible force.

According to the normal cultivation progress, the next step for Mumu Ze is to become familiar with [Entanglement] and then proceed with the cultivation of [Refinement].

That's not something that can be done in a short time.

Before that, Dia needs to understand Mumu Ze's Nen type in advance so that she can remotely guide him in his Nen training in the future.

Thinking of this, Diya spoke up:

"Alright, you've mastered the most basic [Entanglement]. Next, I'll talk about [Abilities]..."

At this moment, Mumu Ze, who was trying hard to keep a straight face and listen to Diya's lecture seriously, suddenly raised his hand and asked:

"Is it the cloud in your hair, Mr. Dia?"

"Yes, but I won't explain my specific abilities. This is also the most important lesson that Nen users must learn—information is life!"

Dia said with a serious expression:

"Battles between Nen users are ever-changing. Before knowing the other party's information, it is often necessary to exhaust one's imagination to deal with possible attacks."

"And if your abilities become known to the enemy, it might not even take a true combat master ten minutes to devise a tactic to counter you!"

"Of course, this is based on the premise that your physical strength is not enough. If you train your physique and martial arts for decades, then you yourself will be your greatest weapon."

"Most fancy abilities are countered by direct power, especially for users of the [Upper Three] types of abilities."

Mumu Ze suddenly heard a familiar term and couldn't help but speak: