HunterxHunter: I Became Stronger After Death

A super cute and invincible girl falls down right in front of you.

Even if you don't want to help her up, asking if she's okay isn't too much to ask, right?

Fine.

Even if you don't ask, that's okay too.

But running away like you just saw a ghost—what the hell is that supposed to mean?!

The golden-haired beauty in question was Biscuit Krueger.

She stared in disbelief at Moro's retreating figure.

This development was completely outside her expectations.

By the time she snapped back to her senses, Moro's figure had already disappeared from view.

Biscuit took a deep breath, tearing apart the script of the perfect encounter she had imagined in her head.

Far away…

Moro darted through the crowd, leaped onto the roof of a food stall, and took off running along the tops of the stands to avoid the congested streets.

The gasps and startled voices of onlookers echoed around him.

"That was Biscuit, wasn't it…?"

"Damn, my reaction was too obvious."

"But that kind of cheap performance is exactly the kind of twisted fun that Manipulation Types love. They're always thinking about how to toy with others."

Moro frowned, dropping from mid-air.

Just before landing, he blasted a small burst of aura from his feet, propelling himself upward slightly, as if stepping on invisible platforms, before finally landing smoothly on a three-story rooftop.

He continued sprinting forward without slowing down.

In the original story, Biscuit helped Gon and Killua improve their abilities, but before that, she was completely focused on how to toy with them.

Manipulation Types are always unpredictable like that.

Moro had no interest in dealing with this old fox.

Using his knowledge of the city, he made a beeline for Downstream Street.

That area had a maze-like residential district—perfect for losing a pursuer.

And if worse came to worst, he could just teleport away using his Star Mark technique.

That's right.

Before entering the Auction Market, Moro had marked a pigeon in a nearby plaza.

If things got bad, he could teleport to it instantly.

Even if he ended up not needing it, he could just remove the mark later.

And the best part?

Tagging a pigeon costs practically zero aura.

That's why Moro wasn't too worried about Biscuit catching up.

Of course, the key was to put as much distance as possible between him and the pigeon before teleporting.

Far behind…

Biscuit stood atop a clock tower, her enhanced vision locked onto the tiny figure of Moro in the distance.

"Not bad. His fundamentals are solid… an Emission Type, maybe?"

She watched as Moro used an aura burst to propel himself through the air.

Releasing aura to generate movement—a common technique for Emission users.

Once mastered, it allowed for high-speed mobility.

However, most Emission Types focused on their hand-based techniques first, since speed-casting is a critical advantage.

Biscuit lowered her hand from her chin, then launched herself forward like a missile.

Her trajectory formed a perfect arc through the sky as she landed gracefully on a distant rooftop.

Meanwhile, the clock tower behind her remained completely intact.

That's because, before jumping, she had carefully reinforced the structure with a thin layer of aura.

A seemingly simple trick, but only achievable through years of mastery.

Biscuit continued her pursuit.

The gap between them was shrinking.

At first, she had only chased him out of curiosity.

But after watching Moro's movement technique, she decided to observe a little longer.

"A step technique designed for agility and sudden shifts in momentum? Oh? He's using aura to correct his movement flaws—pretty clever."

She noted that his technique wasn't completely polished—he had likely only been practicing it for a short time.

Moreover, this kind of precise footwork usually comes from a trained martial arts style.

Realizing this, Biscuit increased her speed.

The chase spanned several city blocks, eventually reaching the secluded Downstream Street.

Seeing Moro head directly into the residential district, Biscuit immediately realized his plan.

"Oh, so he's heading into Downstream Street."

She glanced at the quiet, deserted storefronts along the street.

This wasn't her first time here—before looking for Moro, she had visited the antique store owner who had posted about the gemstone on his blog.

Actually, the quality of the gemstone itself wasn't extraordinary.

But its size and shape made it incredibly versatile for crafting.

That was what drew her attention.

That's why she wanted to carve it herself.

Biscuit followed Moro into the maze-like residential area, focusing her enhanced hearing to track his every move.

The technique known as "Gyo" could be concentrated on the eyes to enhance vision, but it could also be applied to the ears or nose to sharpen hearing and smell.

For a veteran like Biscuit, tracking someone by sound alone wasn't difficult.

Moro zig-zagged through the alleyways, but soon realized that Biscuit wasn't losing track of him.

No point wasting energy anymore.

He gave up on escaping and climbed onto the rooftop of a tall apartment building.

When Biscuit landed on the other side of the roof, Moro immediately noticed the concentrated aura around her ears—that's how she had been tracking him.

"You know… if you had kept running a bit longer, I might've actually lost you," Biscuit teased, hands on her hips, smirking.

Moro kept his expression neutral.

Nice try, old fox.

Outwardly, he remained calm and said, "You look younger than me. With a cute face like that, why act so mature?"

"Eh?"

Biscuit blinked, tilting her head, hands playfully cupping her chin.

"Oh, I didn't quite catch that. Say it again?"

Moro, unfazed, repeated, "I said, you look really cute—like a princess straight out of a painting. No need to act all old and wise."

"Mm-hmm."

Biscuit smiled sweetly, then narrowed her eyes.

"But… you're just saying that to flatter me, right?"

"Just speaking the truth."

Moro replied smoothly, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Flattery? Manipulation? Lies?

He had mastered them all.

But against an experienced Manipulation Type who could spot deception instantly—

It was pointless.

Biscuit studied his face carefully, then chuckled.

"You know… the more I talk to you, the more I start wondering… Are you really an Emission Type?"

"You're starting to feel more like a Manipulation Type."

"..."

Moro silently stared at her.

Damn, old people are a pain.

He sighed internally and changed the topic.

"Why were you chasing me?"

"Huh?!"

Biscuit placed her hands back on her hips, raising an eyebrow.

"I should be the one asking—why did you run?!"

"…"

Moro paused, then answered casually—

"Cardio."

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