Gourmet Hunter (HxH Fanfic)

As long as one proceeds step by step, anyone can learn to Nen. In other words, there is no threshold to train Nen.

However, while learning Nen is not difficult, mastering it is an entirely different matter.

Law was not a reckless person, and there are two reasons why he responded to Marza's provocation.

First, he wanted to test the effectiveness of Ten, and secondly, he could feel that the Aura that leaked out of Marza's body was extremely faint and is still within the ranks of ordinary people.

The result of the verification was that Law easily blocked a seemingly powerful punch, so he was very satisfied, but Marza was anything but pleased.

"You brat! Go to hell!"

Marza didn't bother questioning how his full-strength punch had been so effortlessly stopped. Under the scrutiny of the crowd, all he could feel was an unbearable humiliation.

At this moment, all he wanted to smash Law into minced meat with a single punch.

Human's endless thoughts can sometimes give them ideas that are far beyond their capabilities.

For example, at this moment, although Marza is very strong, it is absolutely impossible for him to smash Law into minced meat with a single punch.

Nevertheless, when the purest malice is put into action, it can sometimes push a person slightly beyond their limits.

At this moment, the unbridled malice surging from Marza's heart transformed into killing intent. He genuinely wanted to kill Law. Perhaps, he still regarded Law as an outsider, so he didn't care about one of the iron rules of Meteor City at all.

If this punch, which is filled with killing intent, landed, it would be able to harm Law, who had a thin layer of Aura covering his upper body.

Law realized the danger. It was a very obvious contrast. Marza's first 'full-force' punch had seemed almost harmless, but this second punch from Marza carried a deeply unsettling energy.

'Is it because... he wants to kill me?'

In this precarious moment, instead of panicking, Law actually fell into deep thought, and time seemed to have stopped at this moment.

'Why had a dispute over something as trivial as a middle finger escalated to the point where the other party wanted to kill me? Was it because this was Meteor City? Or was it because this guy was simply that violent by nature?'

'So, when the other party wants to kill you, what level of retaliation is appropriate?'

'An eye for an eye?'

Around them, nearly eighty Meteor City's residents had gathered to watch the fun. When they saw that Marza seemed to have lost his mind and wanted to kill the 'gigolo', they all showed excitement.

"Law!" Machi steadied herself after stumbling a few steps.

Seeing that Law had no reaction at all to Malza's murderous punch, she immediately became anxious.

At this moment, she did not realize why she was so concerned for Law, whom she had only recently met. Maybe it was because Law still owed her a lot of money for the meals, or maybe it was because she thought Law hadn't yet brought her the value she expected.

Law came up with the answer in less than 0.5 seconds.

There was no doubt that the other party truly wanted to kill him, but Law did not intend to retaliate with equal malice.

Because, Marza is just an ordinary person, and the results he gets from his thinking are targeted at ordinary people.

He obtained two choices: First, withstand the other party's punch and then cripple him. And second, as long as the other party stopped, he would spare him entirely.

Even if one day he is forced to have his hands stained with the blood of human, Law believed the motivation for such an act would not stem from something as trivial as this.

To decide life or death just because of a terribly cheap argument would undoubtedly devalue his own sense of self-worth.

It would be like attempting to prepare a gourmet meal without proper tools. If it meant tearing apart raw ingredients by hand, enduring the stench and minor injuries, so be it… provided the result was worth it.

But if the end result was just a heap of garbage, the effort would have been pointless.

"Stop."

Law looked up, meeting the oncoming punch with cold eyes.

The Tongue - where thoughts are declared aloud.

As Marza locked eyes with Law's cold, deep gaze, a bone-chilling chill swept through his entire body, freezing him in place.

In just a moment, Marza came to a conclusion that if he didn't suppress the anger surging within him, once his fist landed... he would die!

This inexplicable realization made the survival-driven Marza forcibly halt his punch. At this time, his fist was only a few centimeters away from Law's eyes. From beginning to end, Law just stared at the fist calmly without the slightest ripple of emotion.

Because of their proximity, Law could see that Marza's fist was trembling slightly, and it is growing more pronounced with time.

The lingering resonance of Law's simple command, 'stop', reverberated like a hammer striking a great bell with all its might. The terrifying noise produced wreaked havoc on Marza's mind.

"I... am afraid?" Marza muttered with confused face. Though his fist had stopped, he did not pull it back, and his body was shaking more and more obviously.

Marza couldn't understand the reason for his fear, but he inexplicable felt a sense of relief, as if narrowly escaping death.

The contradictory emotions gnawed at him like a saw grinding against steel, producing an unbearable screech.

This is Nen, the insurmountable boundary between superhumans and ordinary people. A mere word, or even a single look from a Nen User, could drive an ordinary person to their knees.

"Oh, uncle, aren't you a good boy, listening so well? Too bad I don't have any candy to reward you with, otherwise, I would reward you with one."

Law's cold expression gradually subsided, and turned into a playful smile. He released Marza's right fist, jumped lightly, leapt lightly onto Marza's outstretched arm, then crouched down, so that his eyes were level with Marza's.

Looking at Law's smiling face, Marza's pupils trembled rapidly, and drops of sweat seeped from his forehead and slid down his cheeks.

The reason for his fear was actually not difficult to understand, after all, the child before him, who seemed no older than ten, was incredibly dangerous. Far beyond anything Marza could provoke or handle.

"Hey, Uncle." Law reached out and patted Marza's head, then lowered his voice with a smile, "Don't show your face in front of us again, alright?"

Marza's face trembled slightly, his mouth opened and closed slowly, but he couldn't manage a coherent response.

The surrounding Meteor City's residents looked on in shock. Just moments ago, Marza's punch had been driven by unshakable determination, and his intention to kill Law was obvious. But the instant Law uttered, 'Stop', Marza immediately stopped his fist and became completely still.

The most outrageous thing was that Law patted Marza's head gently with his hand, just like treating a pet, but the latter didn't resist in the slightest.

To the onlookers, this scene was incomprehensible. It's like Little Red Riding Hood casually patting the head of a giant bear that is a hundred times more ferocious than the Big Bad Wolf, and the giant bear doing nothing in response.

They knew Marza's temperament well, so they really couldn't understand what was happening before their eyes.

They wondered if Law had done something extraordinary.

Even Machi couldn't wrap her head around it. With Marza's personality, how could he, during his anger, listen to Law's words and stop his actions immediately, let alone letting Law pat him on the head in such a humiliating way?

Suppressing the doubts rising in her heart, Machi walked over.

"What did you do?" Machi put away the thread and looked at Law with doubts.

"Uncle, since you didn't say anything, so I'll take that as a yes."

Law reached out his hand and patted Marza's cheek again. He then jumped down, then looked at Machi and said with a smile, "He just froze for no apparent reason. I don't know why."

"Do I look like an idiot?" Machi glared at Law.

"Ha..." Law's mouth twitched slightly, and his smile became slightly awkward.

"Um... can I move now?" Marza finally spoke. At this moment, he really wanted to find a place to hide. He looked at Law carefully. In order to leave quickly, he mustered up his courage and asked this question with great difficulty.

Law looked up at him, thought for a moment, and said calmly, "Stay like that until we're gone."

Machi frowned slightly, and her doubts grew stronger. She glanced at Law, then at Marza, who seemed to be suppressing an overwhelming fear, and suddenly said, "He's terrified of you."

Law chuckled but said nothing. In fact, he knew the reason why the other party became like this. It was nothing more than the result of Nen.

"When you tell him not to move, he doesn't move." Machi suddenly cracked her knuckles with a calm expression.

Law shrugged and said, "Let's not bother with him anymore. We should go to the landfill."

"Well, I understand."

Machi replied with a slight nod. Then, her petite body suddenly leapt into the air, and with a powerful aerial kick, she struck Marza squarely on the cheek.

With a dull bang, the tall and strong Marza was sent flying over a meter.

"..." Law's mouth fell open as he stared blankly at the little loli, who exuded a cool aura, in front of him.