Monster… monster!"
A garrison member lay on the ground, gasping his final breaths, his vision blurred and his body trembling.
"Humans always call what they don't understand monsters," Rimo said, his voice calm but imbued with cold judgment as he stepped over the corpses littering the ground. Nen flowed around him like a storm barely contained, his aura tightening, radiating a lethal presence.
"Over there! Quick!"
"It's Nosra's bastard again!"
"Alert Adam immediately!"
"It's already been reported! They're on the way!"
Rimo had cleared the guards directly before him, but the remaining defenders of Evans Manor began to converge, trying to encircle him.
"Ah, so the leader of this mercenary group is Adam," Rimo murmured, noting the shouts and coordinated responses of the guards. He observed with quiet interest. Based on their communication and reaction speed, these mercenaries were far from ordinary—they exhibited Nen-level coordination and ranged attack specialization.
The detection range was unusually broad. From his initial observation, Rimo estimated that these were long-range specialists, but as a group, they likely included close-combat operatives and support Nen users, forming a well-balanced mercenary team.
As Rimo's mind analyzed, the first volley of bullets struck. Reflexively, he spread his arms and intoned "Shin Luo Tianzheng!"—his Nen-infused air manipulation technique. In an instant, the incoming projectiles were deflected, spinning in the air like metallic scythes. Each bullet, now imbued with his aura, sliced through the crowd, harvesting lives with mechanical precision.
Jack, crouched in the attic, smiled faintly. "Chance…"
He pulled the trigger, and the recoil sent dust and debris flying. A sniper round, accelerated to four times the speed of sound and wrapped in Jack's Nen for precision, streaked toward Rimo's head.
Yet as the bullet neared, its speed decelerated unnaturally. Suspended mere centimeters from Rimo's face, it hovered, spinning with an aura-laden gas layer.
"So… a sniper-enhanced Nen projectile," Rimo mused, examining the suspended bullet. "Mercenary style, reinforcement from a specialized unit. Likely trained by a release division. Fascinating."
Jack, witnessing the bullet suspended and controlled, felt disbelief. He had expected Rimo to be delayed by the first wave and vulnerable. Yet here he was, intercepting a high-speed projectile mid-air without visible movement. The thought that Rimo's Nen was unlike anything they'd faced struck him with dread: he was dealing with a true monster.
Rimo's gaze swept to the bullet's origin—the attic. Jack's hair rose in shock; he realized immediately that survival chances were slim.
"Oops…" he muttered too late, realizing the mistake. His past encounters with underworld operatives had shown him how lethal Rimo could be. Being his own gun's projectile offered no protection.
"Jack! Evacuate now!" Adam's voice reached him mentally through Nen communication.
Rimo, indifferent to the team's panic, raised a finger. A Nen shockwave propelled the hovering sniper bullet at incredible speed, four times the speed of sound, slicing through the air and crashing into the attic. The result was catastrophic: Jack's body was obliterated, echoing the gruesome precision of Rimo's attacks.
"Jack… was killed." Adam's voice trembled in the minds of the other mercenary members.
"This individual is not simple. We know he can reflect attacks visually and maintain 360-degree coverage," Adam continued, analyzing the tactical implications.
"How do we fight him?" Johnny, the hot-headed primary attacker, muttered. "Anything we throw back at him rebounds. What now?"
"Nothing is invincible," Adam said. "Every Nen has limits. Strength, range, or sensory dependence—there must be weaknesses. We'll find them gradually."
He signaled the team to prepare, raising both hands to his temples. "Missing Wave—Five Senses Sharing!"
[Missing Wave] was Adam's Nen, an advanced auxiliary and cooperative skill. While Adam was not the strongest individually, his Nen specialized in spiritual connection, allowing him to link the consciousness of his team members. Normally, [Thinking Wave] allowed only mental communication—thoughts transmitted from one to another. But under [Absolute], it evolved: sharing of all five senses.
Sight, sound, touch, even the subtle cues of smell and balance were now shared among the team. Through this, they could operate as a single unit, their coordination perfect. Individual skill was no longer additive—it multiplied.
The cataract, a specialist in auxiliary Nen, contributed further. By projecting his senses into small creatures around the battlefield, he fed real-time intelligence into the team network. When combined with [Five Senses Sharing], every team member gained near-omniscient perception—a godlike vantage point.
Adam's strategy became clear: with synchronized senses, the mercenaries could anticipate attacks, coordinate positioning, and cover for each other with split-second precision. The synergy between Adam's central Nen and the auxiliary sensory inputs created a formidable multi-layered network.
Rimo observed the unfolding situation, understanding the Nen link instantly. These mercenaries were dangerous—not individually, but as a collective. Their synchronized vision and shared sensory data allowed them to respond to attacks that would otherwise catch ordinary soldiers off guard.
Yet, Rimo's Nen was not ordinary. [Bombing Space] gave him spatial manipulation unmatched in precision. [Unlimited Spell] allowed him to intercept and redirect projectiles seamlessly. His understanding of aura flow, air volume, and the principles of Nen perception let him predict and counter multi-target attacks.
As the Evans Manor garrison mobilized, they became both threat and bait. Rimo could systematically dismantle their network while controlling the battlefield through tactical spacing and Nen-enhanced attacks. Each death or incapacitation reinforced psychological pressure, causing hesitation and disarray in the sensory-linked mercenary team.
The stage was set. Rimo was not just a single combatant—he was an overwhelming Nen presence, capable of nullifying conventional and Nen-augmented attacks alike. Adam's team, with all their auxiliary coordination, represented the pinnacle of collective Nen utility, yet against Rimo, they were testing the limits of perception and strategy.
The battle that was about to unfold would demonstrate the interplay of sensory sharing, auxiliary Nen, and high-level combat application, true to the logic of Hunter x Hunter: power was not only in raw strength, but in perception, strategy, and the meticulous application of Nen.
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