Ghosts, unlike Evil Ghosts, do not have bodies as vessels.
The "Breathing Technique" when fully mastered can enhance perception and capture the scent of ghosts, yet it cannot sense ghosts.
Perhaps only when killing an Evil Ghost, through revolving lanterns, can one vaguely glimpse a corner of the ghost....
This is also why, over so many years, Urokodaki Sakonji couldn't sense people like Sabito and Makomo. In the original story, it wasn't until Tanjiro sliced through the fox mask on the face of the fox boy that the Old Water Hashira was momentarily stunned, slightly aware.
Tomioka Giyu was somewhat incredulous,
He turned his head to look at the boy sleeping soundly in one corner of the hearth, the face veiled with "mystery" beneath that fiery red bang.
This was something he hadn't learned about from the letter.
Urokodaki Sakonji patted his back: "Sleep."
Tomioka Giyu nodded slightly, took one last deep look at Roy, didn't even bother to take off his clothes, holding the Nichirin Sword to his chest, and lay down just like that.
Shinsuke "whistled" and said: "I'll turn off the lights."
The gloomy wind snuffed out the oil lamp.
The dim halo was extinguished, darkness emerged before his eyes, Tomioka Giyu stared blankly at the ceiling, his thoughts fluctuating wildly, with joy at reuniting with brother Sabito and a host of junior brothers and sisters, longing to meet them, forcibly closed his eyes, and soon sleep descended, pulling him into deep slumber.
[Tip: Nen ability "Property Change" +20]
Hunter World.
The storm receded, the sea gradually calmed down, and even an occasional wave crashing against the "Sea God", a three-masted tall ship, couldn't shake it in the slightest.
Roy lifted a branch, fishing out a "flying fish", while a barrel temporarily acting as a safety net behind him was filled with seawater and fish, a few of which occasionally flipped their tails out, landing on the deck, only to be tapped back by Kurajing wielding a stick.
The Kurta Race girl had a keen eye and took on some minor tasks in a managerial manner on her own... Roy paid her no mind, letting her be... Wutong was content to not look at her, focusing entirely on protecting the young master's safety.
"It's a flying fish... such fish aren't easy to catch." Old Captain Maxim came over with a pipe in his mouth, deliberately glancing at the branch in Roy's hand.
"Hookless Fishing" is just the kind of outrageous thing this exaggerated youth would pull off.
He recalled Ging, whose turn was quiet, though not nearly as intense as this one.
"Captain, how long until we reach Doli Island?" Kurajing put down the stick and took a breath.
"At most three days, if quick, two and a half." The old captain glanced at Kurajing: "Congratulations, you've passed the points battle."
After a day and a night, overcoming multiple trials including Pariston and the storm, Maxim's round of the test drew to a close.
Kurajing happened to be tenth, with familiar faces listed above... Bald Ninja Yuusuke, Bandage Man, Snakekeeper, Sakamato Days, Kate, the weirdo... Wutong and Roy.
"The Captain jests," Kurajing sneaked a glance at Roy's not-so-tall back and said frankly: "You saw it too, we only passed thanks to my young master's assist."
The girl lifted her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, suddenly feeling a chill on her neck, and without looking knew who it was!
"Miss, I must solemnly remind you... you haven't passed the butler test yet, you can't act as a butler."
Fire her at once! Since when has the young master become yours?
Wutong glared at Kurajing, giving a stern warning.
Kurajing smiled as if she hadn't heard, simply sat cross-legged, opened a travelogue, and read with relish, whenever a fish bounced up, she'd grab the stick again and smack it down, whether she was hitting fish or someone else....
"Gulalala...." Maxim seemed to have watched a theatrical performance, smiling with hands behind his back as he walked.
Let these young boys and girls enjoy this last bit of peace,
"For once they reach Doli Island, that's when the real test begins."
The old captain glanced up at the sky, where the constraints had clearly tightened, unwilling to let people pass.
"Dragon Dance!"
A blimp marked with a giant "Hunter Association" logo flying towards the main venue of the Hunter Exam.
Scent permeated... Zeno, with his white mane flowing, was fighting a pig-headed monstrous human.
"Pig-headed man, it's a monster I encountered with your father back in the Dark Continent... they dwell in tribes, claiming to be 'God's' people, often considering themselves 'Barbarians', with V5 rating them a 'C'..."
"Hohoho... With their thick skin and tough flesh, they're quite difficult to deal with...."
Netero slapped another pig-headed man away; the ground trembled, and more emerged from the rumble... some donned heavy armor, some wielded giant axes, some swung flails... apart from the pig heads, they were no different from human-armed forces.
And, each one belonged to the "Enhancement" category!
Just as Netero remarked, thick-skinned and tough, utterly unmovable!
Zeno released telekinesis forming into a dragon shape, grasping at the pig-headed man, the "Nen Dragon" raised a paw to pin down the pig-headed man, then bit off its head!
"Splat…...."
Blood sprayed from the severed neck....
He caught a breath just in time, casting a glance and saying: "Having me copy father's memories is one thing, using them to test candidates is over the line."
Having Botobai stationed is still not enough, will you only be satisfied if all the candidates are wiped out?
The "strength" of these pig-headed men was far from what ordinary Nen users could handle. Moreover, the majority of candidates didn't even know of the existence of "Nen" in the world, suddenly facing them, apart from dying, Zeno couldn't imagine any possibility of their survival.
Actually, Zeno always understood Netero's intent, it was merely that the leniency of the previous rounds made the world regard the Hunter Exam as "merely so-so", therefore... this time they had to be merciless to restore the Hunter Exam's lost "authority".
This was understandable, except the "corrective" force was somewhat excessive.
"Hmm... it's merely a slice of memory anyway." Netero waved his large hand, and the "Illusion" vanished... all the "pig-headed men", all the axes, flails disappeared without a trace.
In the vast training room, only he and Zeno stood firm before the floor-to-ceiling window, each holding a roll of tape and a bottle of green liquid.
The tape was a segment of memory Zeno had copied and brought from home, the liquid was extracted from the "bewitched cedar", and its primary function was to "delude" and "confuse others' minds".
In the original, Leorio was tricked and lost consciousness due to the "bewitched cedar" tree sap...
Netero gazed serenely at the swiftly passing scenery outside the window, and said quietly: "I'm not some Evil Ghost, as long as those kids can last a minute in the illusion, they pass."
There must be no more subpar candidates!
The recent "Joker hijacking incident" made him fully awake,
The old man squinted his eyes, thoughtful yet firm, a fleeting cold gleam deep within his gaze....