Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

She looked up at Bisky.

Roy saw no hint of a joke in the girl's bright blue eyes.

"Dig with your hands?"

He checked it again.

"Dig with your hands."

Bisky nodded, straightened up, crossed her arms, and looked down at Roy, who was squatting on top of the cone-shaped hill.

"A pit the size of two people, at least deep enough to cover your head, I need you to finish digging it before dark."

"Also... don't forget... you have two more games tonight."

"If you miss these two matches, you might not be able to reach level 200 within three days..."

"So... there's only one thing you need to do now... and that is..."

"dig."

Bisky dropped her last word.

Roy didn't ask any more questions.

He stretched out his hands, plunged them into the sand, and began digging out handfuls of soil.

With extraordinary perseverance and tenacity, he ignored the aching pain of the loose sand brushing against the newly grown flesh at his fingertips, and the stinging pain of his fingertips breaking through the surface and digging into the hard earth compacted by the wind and sand...

sand!

The first handful of soil was thrown behind him...

Then came the second handful, the third handful...

Roy's movements were mechanical and repetitive.

He was just doing some random manual labor... until Bisky's voice fell again.

"stop!"

A sharp rebuke:

Loyton stopped and looked up.

Bisky stood on the edge of the hill, his blue eyes reflecting his hands.

The reflection showed hands covered in mud and sand, with red knuckles and several fingernails that were cracked and bleeding.

"What are you using to dig?"

"...hands," Roy replied.

"nonsense."

Bisky rolled her eyes.

"What I'm asking is, which part of your body are you using to generate power? Your shoulder? Your arm? Or your hand?"

Roy was taken aback.

He looked down at his hands, then thought about what he had just done, and said uncertainly, "My arm?"

"So after all that digging, the hole you dug is only this deep."

Bisky walked over, squatted down, and tapped the edge of the pit with her slender, fair fingers...

Thump! Thump! .....

The edge of the pit made a muffled "thump-thump" sound.

"You've wasted too much energy. Digging and being an assassin are similar in some ways. You have to use your energy wisely, aim for a single, decisive strike, and be prepared to make mistakes. You can't waste your efforts."

Bisquie grabbed a handful of sand and let it slowly slip through her fingers.

"Having undergone years of assassin training, you should know that force can be concentrated at any point in the body..."

"Now!...Concentrate all your power into the tips of your five fingers."

Upon hearing this, Roy closed his eyes.

Let your consciousness flow through your body like a quiet underground river, eventually gathering power and slowly converging at the tips of your ten fingers.

Suddenly, a slight swelling came from his fingertips, which was the gathering of all his strength.

"Open your eyes! Keep digging... don't stop!"

Bisky's indifferent and flat voice came from her ear, rousing Roy from her reverie.

He opened his eyes and plunged his hands back into the sand.

This time, the moment his fingertips touched the hard soil, he felt something different...

His focused state made his senses exceptionally sharp, and without realizing it, some of the power from his physical body's unrestricted state also overflowed.

Suddenly, his fingertips were no longer blindly digging, but could vaguely perceive the texture inside the soil:

Where is the soft sand, where is the hardened clay, where are the pebbles blocking the way, and where is the natural crack that can be used for leverage?

He had a vague perception of the distribution of these layers of texture.

Insert your fingers along these textures, and with a gentle pry, you'll find sand first, then clay, and finally gravel.

His hands, like precise scalpels, sliced ​​through the rock face.

Moreover, this action saved him at least half the effort compared to before, but he dug out twice the amount of soil.

Bisky nodded slightly, but instead of praising her, a hint of appreciation appeared in her eyes.

What an amazing child! I remember it took Yun Gu at least two hours to understand what I meant, and then another two days to put it into practice.

But he... it seems like it only lasted a few minutes.

Such outstanding talent!

Bisky inwardly praised him, but her words remained cold and indifferent:

"Now, don't just focus on your fingertips... as you dig, transfer the force from your fingertips to your palm, and then to the pads of your fingers."

"The point of force concentration must be switched at any time, just like using different parts of your body to block and attack in a battle."

Roy remained silent and simply did as instructed.

He knew this was part of the training for natural mindfulness.

Although no one in the Zoldyck family uses natural mind control, there are many records of this method.

Those records detail the four elements of "burning" and the principles behind each element.

Therefore, Roy knew that Bisky's current training for him was in the natural mind-opening process, specifically the training of "point," one of the four elements of burning.

The so-called "point," explained using the concept of force, can be understood as follows:

The human body's own strength is not monolithic.

When most people exert force, the power is diffused from the whole body. When the arms exert force, the shoulders, back and even the legs will unconsciously tense up. It seems like there is a lot of force, but in fact it is dispersed.

The training of "points" is to compress this diffuse force onto a very small contact surface and accurately project it to the desired location.

Fingertips, palms, fingertips... these different "points" determine how force is applied.

Concentrating the force at the fingertips creates the greatest pressure, capable of breaking through hard soil; shifting it to the palm increases the contact area, making it suitable for picking up loose sand; and shifting it to the fingertips falls somewhere in between, allowing one to pry out pebbles from crevices.

If the transfer of power cannot be completed instantly, each shovelful of soil will become clumsy and inefficient. Either you rigidly use your fingertips to dig, or you haphazardly use your whole hand to dig, wasting your energy.

The deeper principle lies in the "flow" of power.

Bisky's approach is not to statically concentrate on a single point, but to allow power to be seamlessly transferred between different parts of the body as the movement changes.

This ability is crucial in combat. When punching, the power is concentrated on the fist, and after hitting the target, it is immediately transferred to the elbow or shoulder for follow-up strikes. When blocking, the power is distributed to the forearm, and when deflecting the force, it is transferred to the waist and legs. Every transition between offense and defense is a redistribution of power.

As Roy dug, he mentally verified the theories he had read in the book.

He tirelessly and relentlessly forced his body to adapt to the transfer of force through dynamic, repetitive, and resistance-based movements.

Until the sun sets and dusk falls, until this shift becomes an instinct, no longer requiring conscious intervention from the brain.

The more they dug, the deeper the pit became.

Roy's hand was getting more and more painful, but his movements were becoming more and more fluid.

The power flowed between the fingertips, fingertips, and palms, as if it had come alive.

What he didn't notice was that Bisky was standing at the edge of the pit, her bright blue eyes fixed on his hands, her admiration growing stronger with each passing moment.

The digging lasted for two hours.

Bisky gave this training a name...

Some dirt!