"Do you know this person?"
In the heated atmosphere of the arena, Oboro and Hisoka sat side by side in the audience seats. Hisoka looked at a Nen user fighting on the stage and chuckled. Normally, this kind of fight between ordinary Nen users wouldn't attract Oboro's interest. He would occasionally come to take a look and pick some unripe fruit, but there must be a reason for his visit today.
If it had been a match between Gon and Killua, it would have been understandable.
"I know him, I came to the Heaven's Arena thanks to him," Oboro nodded slightly.
He really hadn't expected to see Charles again. Years ago, when Oboro was earning money in the casino of the Fells family, Charles was the martial artist who ran errands for him. Later, Charles went out to train, but was caught by the Fells family and used to threaten Oboro. He was eventually rescued and taken to the hospital. They never heard from each other again.
"He actually became a Nen user." Oboro was a little surprised, but it was expected.
Back in Heaven's Arena, even though Charles wasn't accepted as a student, he was taught some body building techniques. Charles had always been persistent in his pursuit of martial arts. In order to show off his skills in Heaven's Arena, he visited many martial arts schools. Moreover, after being kidnapped by the Fells family and experiencing danger, it was normal for him to be exposed to Nen and become a user.
But it had been eight years, and he was still hanging around on the 200th floor of the Heavenly Arena, which meant that his qualifications were indeed average. His situation was the norm for most people.
"Oh!!! Char! Our Char player knocked down his opponent and scored another point!" As the host shouted, the cheers from the audience reached a crescendo. Char seemed to be very popular.
"Maybe many viewers don't know that Char has been in the Heavenly Arena for many years, but the floor he was competing on was always relatively low. Every time he left and returned, there would be a gap of one to two years, and every time he returned to the Heavenly Arena, his strength would be stronger! Five years ago, Char started climbing the floors at an amazing speed, and it took him half a year to reach the 200th floor. Although he was eliminated countless times due to the rules and had to wait a long time before he could start again, our Char never gave up. His perseverance and persistence made him very popular!"
"He is a pure martial arts fighter and has become a role model for many younger generations.
In between the fights on the stage, the host added some information about the contestants. Another referee also expressed his feelings, "The person who had a profound influence on Player Char was a fighter many years ago, as well as a floor master of our Heavenly Arena. His name was Oboro. The appearance of this man caused our Heavenly Arena to change the rules of the tower climbing system, which was a sensation in the early years. However, Oboro was later disqualified because he never returned to the Heavens Arena and did not participate in the regular fighting competitions between floor masters, but player Char said in many interviews that he was Oboro's registered student and respected and admired Oboro very much. His greatest dream was to become a floor master of our Heavenly Arena like Oboro.
Hisoka rested his chin on the palm of his hand and looked at Oboro with amusement. It seemed that no one had expected that there was such a history between Oboro and Charles.
"I didn't accept him as my pupil," Oboro chuckled and then changed the subject. "After the competition with Gon, you have enough points, right?" He meant the qualification to challenge the ground master.
"No, one point short," Hisoka replied.
Oboro was stunned for a moment and then suddenly realized. In the original timeline, the battle between Hisoka and Kastro took place two months ago, but at that time, Hisoka had survived the Black Whale Incident and was seriously injured He did not appear in the Heaven's Arena at the original time, and his contact with Gon and Killua was also delayed, causing some chain reactions In other words, Kastro was still alive.
No wonder his promised battle with Gon was postponed as well, Oboro thought.
"Don't you want to stay and have a look?" Hisoka asked.
"Do you want to see?" Oboro asked back.
"Hehehe" Hisoka smiled wickedly.
The fight between Hisoka and Gon was nothing more than the desire to experience the deliciousness of the fruit and to feel Gon's outstanding potential and talent.
"Congratulations to contestant Char for winning!" After a while, the host excitedly shouted, and the competition ended. Charles picked up the defeated player from the ground, showing the spirit of a true fighter.
Compared to many years ago, Charles seemed much calmer now, not as impetuous as he was in his youth. He had experienced some ups and downs, so he had naturally grown inside.
Oboro slowly got up and left with some of the spectators. Hisoka followed.
After a moment, Oboro reached the corridor where the fighters were leaving the venue and saw Charles, with a beard and a towel covering his head, walking into the corridor with his head down, slowly moving towards them.
"He's only one point short. Why not let him make up for it before he fights Gon, I'm quite interested in him." Hisoka leaned against the wall in the corridor and murmured quietly. He meant Charles.
Oboro gave him a cold look. "You can try."
"I'm kidding." Sensing Oboro's murderous intent, Hisoka smiled.
After a while, Charles walked past them. He felt the presence of Oboro and Hisoka but did not look at them closely. He just wanted to go back to his room and rest.
"Excuse me," Oboro said suddenly, "would you mind signing an autograph for me?" As he spoke, he took out a small notebook and a pen.
Charles deftly took it and wrote his name on the paper. The scene was very familiar. Charles, who sat next to Oboro on the bus years ago, had taken the initiative to give him an autograph, and then fate began to work. Back then, Charles wanted to become a big star in the Heavens Arena, and now he had done it. But it seemed like he wasn't enjoying it or being as happy as he expected.
"Thank you for supporting me, I will," Charles forced a smile and looked up at the fan. When he saw Oboro, the bald man was stunned for a moment. He rubbed his eyes, unable to believe it.
"Master Father?" Charles murmured, his mind going blank.
"It's been a long time," Oboro nodded, raising the corner of his mouth. It was the first time that he reacted positively to Charles' title "Master". This also made Hisoka's eyes flash with interest and he looked at the plain-looking Charles a few more times.
Such a person would actually be accepted by Oboro as a disciple? Not someone like Gon or even Kurapika, but just an ordinary guy, which meant that something must have happened between them that I don't know about. Hisoka was fascinated.
"Aaaaaah!" Then Charles came to his senses, rushed forward, hugged Oboro and burst into tears. He cried so hard that his lungs felt like they were tearing apart, even Oboro hadn't expected it to be like this.
He came to see Charles play, and to see him only because Charles was involved when he was caught and beaten half to death by the Fells family. He hadn't expected Charles to be so excited to see him again.
Charles was over 30 years old now, with a strong body. Oboro was hugged by a 200-pound man who couldn't stop crying. This scene: "Okay, don't get upset. Oboro coughed, reached out and patted the bald man on the back, comforting him.
After a few minutes, Charles finally calmed down. Hisoka greeted Oboro, then turned and left.
"He's Hisoka?" Charles looked at Hisoka's back and said in surprise.
"Yes."
"Master, do you know him? This man is very dangerous," Charles' expression was solemn.
"It's okay, he and I are just ordinary friends," Oboro replied, thinking that wherever Hisoka went, he had a bad reputation and was not liked by anyone.
After a short greeting, Charles invited Oboro to his room. The bald man vividly described his experiences and growth over the past years. He was a Nen user of the Enhancement type, and his ability was called "The Power of Faith" This ability was not flashy, but by constantly tempering one's will and state of mind, one had to move forward every day with a "clear goal", giving oneself tasks and completing them, thus improving one's state and accumulating power bit by bit The development of Charles' Nen ability was in line with his personality, but it was rather ordinary. However, since it was already developed, it was not appropriate for Oboro to interfere. If they had met earlier, Oboro could have helped him develop better Nen abilities, but now it was too late.
Since they met again by chance, Oboro also planned to give some guidance to Charles' training during the next few days in the Heaven's Arena.
"Eh?!!!"
The next day, Oboro led Charles to Wing and the others. When they heard that the bearded, bald, muscular man in front of them was actually Oboro's registered student, including Wing, everyone was stunned.
Killua pointed at Charles and confirmed with Oboro, "Are you serious?"
"Of course," Oboro nodded.
"It's too weird," Killua didn't know what to say. The image of Charles was too different from Oboro's. Besides, Gon and Killua had already fought Nen users on the 200th floor. Even though the two youngsters were not very strong yet, they could tell that among the Nen users in the Heavenly Arena, there were only a few who were truly powerful. In other words, one could imagine the level of this Charles. How could a person like Oboro, who was at the top of the Nen users, accept such a mediocre person as a disciple?
"I'm so jealous. In order to become Mr. Oboro's disciple, Uncle Charles must be very powerful." Gon introduced himself and took the initiative to extend his hand to Charles.
"I am far from being like my master," Charles also looked at Gon in a friendly manner and shook his hand. "I know you and Killua, your fight was very exciting."
Seeing this, Killua sneaked up and whispered to Charles: "Hey, baldhead, do you know who Oboro is and his identity?"
Charles laughed and didn't answer.
"Killua, you're here again," Gon was speechless.
Oboro was talking to Wing. Wing had never left Heaven's Arena in all those years. He knew something about what happened back then and was also aware of the relationship between Charles and Oboro. He was also the one who told Oboro about Charles' presence in the Heavens Arena. However, he did not expect that Oboro would actually accept him as his disciple.
You know, whether in the martial arts world or in the schools of Nen users, once a master-disciple relationship is established, it becomes more formal and not a joke.
Wing thought that Oboro would find some geniuses, even if they were not as good as Gon and Killua, they must be people with outstanding qualifications to train. Unexpectedly, it was someone like Charles. The contrast was too great from what he expected.
Charles was in his thirties now, and his ceiling was not very high, let alone his potential. Why do masters like to recruit young disciples? When Wing first followed Biscuit, he was also very young. It was because of his training and practice since childhood that he was able to raise his ceiling and stimulate his potential to the maximum. If it weren't for Biscuit, Wing felt that his current strength would be at least halved.
Oboro was like picking up a piece of junk. It didn't mean that Charles wasn't good enough, but the gap between him and Oboro was too big. Not to mention the Heaven's Arena, even within the Fells family, Wing believed that there were many people with Nen abilities like Charles. He didn't see any shining points on the bald man's body.
Two words: mediocrity.
Besides, Charles had a good personality, was a good guy, was simple, and had the spirit of a martial artist? Wing had also watched Charles in the ring and knew what level he was at.
"There's no shortage of geniuses in this world, what's the point of guiding a person who already has excellent qualifications to reach a certain level?" Oboro saw Wing's thoughts and smiled slightly. "Don't you think it's more difficult to train a person who the outside world thinks has no future and who has been subjectively denied to reach a certain level, so that he can break through himself and break everyone's perception?"
Wing was suddenly speechless. So that was what Oboro thought: "Of course, I don't have time to teach him too much, so I just accepted him as a registered student. Oboro looked at Charles, who got along well with Gon and Killua, and said quietly.
"I have no doubt about your abilities, but his foundation has been laid, and even if he improves, the future is predictable," Wing exhaled and gave his opinion. Anyway, accepting a pupil was Oboro's own business, as long as he was happy, Wing was just expressing his own thoughts.
"Originally, I only wanted to stay a few days and visit you, but now I might have to stay an extra week." Oboro stared at Wing with a half smile. "What do you think, can I train him to be stronger?"
"That," Wing hesitated a bit. "He's been on the 200th floor for a long time. Every time he is eliminated, he has to wait for two years and then re-register to compete. With his ability, he can hardly become an excellent Nen user, and it will take some time to accumulate. However, with you here, he might be able to challenge the floor master." "In other words, you think his limit is to become a floor master?" Oboro asked.
"The level of every floor master is different. If he wants to become a floor master, he still has to rely on luck."
"One-star hunter. In one week, I can qualify him to become a one-star hunter in the future," Oboro said confidently.
"One star?" Wing's pupils shrank and his expression was one of disbelief.
"The human body is limited, but the mind is infinite, this is the gift of the human race, and it is also closely related to thoughts. You should understand this.
"Still, not everyone can do it.
"Time is too short. If we can guide him for half a year or a year, he will be more successful in the future."
Wing was shocked when he heard Oboro's casual words. He looked at Charles. Could a person like him really regain the brilliance of life?