In HxH with Doraemon Pocket

Biscuit was momentarily stunned by Morin's response.

Suddenly, a large hand emerged from the screen of the phone in her hand.

Cluck and Conze's eyes widened, while Potter's eyes narrowed.

Only Netero continued to stroke his beard with a cheerful smile. "Interesting."

"Delivered?"

The large hand was holding a big water jug, which it handed to Biscuit before quickly retreating back into the screen.

"...Could you not use such startling tools so nonchalantly?"

Biscuit, who had almost been frightened, gritted her teeth.

"Sorry, I got it."

On the other end of the phone, Morin casually removed the [Object Transmission Connector] from the phone screen.

I know I was wrong, but I'll do it again next time.

Tool: [Object Transmission Connector].

Effect: Place the connector on a phone, and you can send objects to the other end of the line or retrieve objects from there.

"You..."

Biscuit, recognizing that Morin had no remorse in his tone, couldn't help but rub her forehead in frustration.

However, when she saw the large jug filled with blue Age Spring Water in her arms, her mood instantly brightened, and she smiled even more cheerfully.

"If I manage to get my hands on some beauty-enhancing tools, I'll make sure to send them over to you."

"It seems you still consider me your teacher!"

Biscuit's heart warmed, and she wrinkled her little nose in satisfaction.

"Also, there's quite a lot of Age Spring Water. Drink it slowly to avoid overdoing it."

Morin continued to advise, "Of course, if you can't finish it, you can also let President Netero have a taste. It would be beneficial for him as well."

"President Netero by my side?"

Biscuit instinctively glanced at Netero beside her, then looked at her phone.

"You can see my side of the scene, right?"

"Mm?"

Morin didn't deny it and nodded in acknowledgment.

Tool: 06 [Visual Phone]

Effect: No need for much explanation, similar to video calls, but it's one-way.

Morin could see Biscuit's side, but Biscuit couldn't see Morin.

"You little rascal, it's unfair that you can see me, but I can't see you."

Biscuit felt a bit annoyed, "Be careful while traveling outside, don't get yourself killed."

"Don't worry, I still need to take care of you in your old age."

You're old, your whole family is old!

With Biscuit's cheeks puffed out again, Morin ended with one last sentence:

"Alright then, Biscuit-sensei, let's meet again when we have the chance. Bye for now."

Beep, beep, beep~

The dial tone echoed in the room.

"He hung up."

Biscuit sighed. Her disciple was more assertive than she had imagined.

After half a year of training, Morin's improvement and progress were evident to her.

She had never seen a disciple with such great talent, perseverance, and so many tools to assist him.

Frankly, the relationship between her and Morin was more like a partnership, and it was hard to tell who would benefit more from it in the future.

Biscuit wasn't worried about Morin's strength and knowledge; otherwise, she wouldn't have agreed to let him go solo.

Moreover, Morin had experienced almost all of the world's harsh terrains and natural dangers and had managed to cope with them.

Besides, flowers can't always stay in a greenhouse; they need to face the wind and rain from the outside world... Well, it seemed like Morin had always been exposed to the elements.

"Anyway, be it strength or knowledge, although natural dangers are terrifying, something more frightening than nature..."

Biscuit glanced at Potter, who was lost in thought, "It's the human society."

It was time for Morin to venture into human society and big cities and face those with Nen abilities.

The most dangerous thing in this world is the human heart.

"He seems like an excellent junior as well."

Netero smiled, "Being able to make Conze and Cluck suffer isn't something just anyone can do."

"And he's considerate enough to send you something; he's indeed a model of respecting his teacher."

Netero nodded slightly, "If he passes the Hunter Exam and becomes a Hunter, he'd be worth cultivating."

At this point, Conze and Cluck remained indifferent, but Potter raised his head slightly and glanced at Netero.

He had heard from Mr. Bean that President Netero planned to select some outstanding talents from the Hunter Association to form a team.

Although Mr. Bean said it was for the better development of the Hunter Association, Potter always felt that it was designed for Netero to find playmates for his leisure time.

After all, their president, despite looking like a high-spirited sage, was actually a mischievous old man, rarely serious.

Biscuit was aware of this too.

"After all this talk, there's no way I'm giving you the [Age Spring Water]."

Biscuit hugged the jug and looked at Netero with vigilance.

"Don't say that. The junior clearly said on the phone that there's a share for me too."

Netero shrugged nonchalantly,

"It's called [Age Spring Water], right? Something related to age? I'm almost a hundred years old, so consider it a birthday gift from our junior... By the way, how do you use this? Just drink it?"

Biscuit: "Stop making your own assumptions, you old geezer!"

She guarded the jug behind her, ready to protect it.

"Morin specifically said, if I can't finish it, I could give it to you."

Biscuit narrowed her eyes,

"I won't leave a single drop!"

"How come the disciple understands respecting the elderly better than the master?"

Netero stopped stroking his beard, "I haven't stretched my muscles in a while."

He stood up, straightened his body, and stretched.

"Then you can try."

Biscuit showed her little tiger teeth,

"Don't underestimate a woman's desire for youth, old man!"

Sensing the increasingly strange atmosphere, Cluck, Conze, and Potter all silently got up and left. It seemed that the president, who didn't usually snatch people's things, was looking for an excuse to spar.

They quickened their pace, not wanting to be caught up in the sparring match.

Meanwhile, as a confrontation was about to happen at the Hunter Association,

Morin connected another call.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Morin?! It's so hard to reach you!"

As soon as the call connected, Uvogin's loud voice came through.

"So noisy!"

Morin pulled the phone away from his ear, annoyed, and scratched his ear.

Nobunaga's reprimanding voice could be heard, "You idiot, call him Deputy Leader!"

"I'll call him whatever I want!"

The two started bickering again.

Surprisingly, after half a year without hearing their arguments, it felt oddly nostalgic.

"By the way, Morin."

After their squabble, Uvogin continued:

"When are you coming over here? The Olympian Martial Arts Tournament we attended last year was really exciting!"

Uvogin chatted enthusiastically.

"I'll come over when I have time."

Morin replied casually.

"Are you still training?"

Uvogin asked, "When Pakunoda came to find us, we were all shocked!"

"She's not a combat type, yet her Nen training progressed faster than ours!"

Uvogin's competitive nature flared up:

"Pakunoda said you're training with a very powerful veteran Hunter, and your progress far surpasses hers."

"If Pakunoda is already that strong, how strong must you be?!"

"At least stronger than you!"

Nobunaga's unkind ridicule came from the other end.

The two started bickering again.

During this time, Morin intermittently learned about Pakunoda's whereabouts after she left him.

Pakunoda had first gone to the Sky Arena, exchanged phone numbers with Uvogin and the others, and then gave them Morin's number.

Then, she went to find Chrollo to establish contact.

Uvogin and Nobunaga had witnessed Pakunoda's progress.

They thought they had improved quickly through constant battles at the Sky Arena.

But Pakunoda had surpassed them just by training with Morin.

This left Uvogin and Nobunaga feeling somewhat deflated.

"I remember Pakunoda left me a long time ago. She should have contacted you first. So, you only called me now because..."

Morin directly exposed their intentions.

"Did you have Pakunoda teach you some Nen training tips, and after practicing for a while and feeling stronger, you finally had the confidence to call me?"

After Morin finished, the other end of the phone paused for a second.

"No!"

Uvogin and Nobunaga's voices simultaneously shouted out.

Yeah, right~

Morin mentally rolled his eyes.

"So, when are you coming here?"

The voice on the phone suddenly changed to Machi's calm tone.

"Coming over?"

Machi's calm voice made Morin feel serene.

"My training is technically over, but it's far from complete."

At this moment, Morin was on a small hill near the Albamo Mountains.

He walked to a cliff edge, feeling the gentle mountain breeze and closed his eyes.

"Next is the real test."

"Is that so?"

Machi fell silent.

"When will we meet again?"

She suddenly asked.

"I don't think it'll be long."

Morin smiled, "There will be plenty of opportunities."

At the Sky Arena, Machi also walked to the windowsill.

Sunlight bathed her, her pink hair highlighting her exquisite, serene beauty.

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