"Strange... this brat doesn't look anxious at all. Has he given up?"
Watching Sean finish drawing his manga as usual and fall straight asleep, Maha muttered to himself, completely baffled.
"Giving up isn't a bad choice, either." With his white hair waving, Zeno appeared leisurely, hands behind his back.
This time he remembered his lesson and used the door. But he still couldn't escape Maha's big slap.
"Are you a ghost or something?"
"You don't show up until people are asleep? Can't you stand to see living people?"
"I'm just not ready to see Sean yet." Zeno shot Maha a resentful glare.
'Old man, do you think everyone is as shameless as you?'
Zeno rubbed the back of his sore head. Maha had used his "sincere" strength. His eyes were full of Sean; he really didn't take Zeno seriously.
"Hmph! This old man would like to see just when you'll be ready." Maha turned over, aiming his butt at Zeno. "You don't understand Sean."
"This brat is uncanny. It's not that easy to expect him to give up."
Zeno chuckled in a low, suppressed voice. "In the face of absolute strength, all tricks are just for show."
"A Double Limit Break isn't something this brat can touch. Don't worry, he can't win."
Maha sighed. "What is too hard will easily break. The brat has been too arrogant lately."
"It's good to blunt his sharpness, let him settle down more. He'll avoid taking detours in the future."
Hearing this... "Grandfather, this wasn't your idea, was it?" Zeno looked at Maha suspiciously. "Are you worried he's growing too fast and you won't be able to beat him later, so you arranged this little show?"
"As I thought, you're afraid, aren't you?"
'You know too much.' Maha beckoned Zeno closer... then suddenly stuck out his leg and kicked him, sending him flying.
"Bastard! This old man, afraid?"
"Why don't you ask Netero who ran away with his tail between his legs back then?"
"This old man didn't blunt your sharpness back then, and that's why you grew into such a good-for-nothing!"
Swoosh! Appearing like a ghost... and returning "Wolffy-style"...
In the master bedroom of the old castle, Killua nestled in Silva's arms and pointed at the night sky. "Dad, look, a shooting star."
Silva squinted, a rare smile appearing. "That's not a shooting star. That's your grandfather."
'A "Double" still needs a "Triple" to grind him down... That was a nice kick from the old man.'
The next day, a light rain began to fall.
A mountain breeze blew in. Sean opened his bleary eyes and rolled out of bed.
The first thing he did was go to his desk and pick up his brush.
"How strange. Not training today?" Maha put down the H-manga in his hand in surprise. "Affair in the Kitchen" was now sitting under his butt.
Pity the poor housewife who was cooking... and the dog behind her...
Sean glanced over, successfully disgusted by the old man's increasingly weird fetish. He quickly pulled out his phone to cleanse his ears.
"Moshi moshi, Hon'an-sensei, good morning." Matsuki Nanako, who had just finished pulling on her stockings, looked at the call in surprise.
She never expected Hon'an-sensei, who never actively contacted her, to actually call out of the blue. She hurriedly asked, "Did something happen?"
Nanako thought of "Kishida-sensei" and nervously added, "Do you need me to ask the company president to step in?"
"Don't be nervous." Sean chuckled, his tone light. "I'm bothering you this early to tell you something."
"For the next two weeks, Pot Shadow Ninja will be updated three times a day instead of twice. Please inform your company."
"Th-three times? Eh?!!!" Nanako was shocked. Maha, rocking in his chair nearby, was also shocked.
They said in unison, "Hon'an-sensei / Brat, are you / you serious?"
"Do I look like I'm joking?"
'Do they really think the 500 "Feedback Points" for "Multi Shadow Clone Jutsu" are that easy to earn?'
Sean glared at Maha and said in a deep voice, "Miss Nanako, I am absolutely certain. Please check your email."
Matsuki Nanako looked astounded, not knowing what to say. Two updates was already a rare 'King of Grind' in her editing career.
'Three updates? What the hell? Is he a "Liver Emperor"?'
'Hon'an-sensei really... doesn't leave any path for other manga artists to survive.'
She sighed inwardly, calmed her emotions, and hurriedly asked, "Do you need me to assign an assistant to you?"
Drawing manga isn't just drawing. Besides sketching and dialogue, there's storyboarding, coloring, plot composition... Nanako was genuinely worried that one day she would receive news that "Famous Manga Artist Hon'an-sensei Has Died from Overwork."
However, one absolutely could not judge a Nen user by ordinary standards. Especially when this Nen user—
—was from the world's number one assassin family, the Zoldycks!
"I don't need an assistant. I have one." Sean formed a hand seal. "Shadow Clone Jutsu!"
Poof! "Sean No. 2" came online, took the brush from Sean's hand, and began to draw.
'Huh?'
Maha, watching from the side, saw it clearly. His old eyes nearly popped out. Even having lived for over three hundred years, this was the first time he'd seen someone play like this.
The old man couldn't help but laugh and curse, "Brat, you really are... a beast. Using your own clone as a beast of burden. How come I never noticed you had the ugly face of a capitalist?"
"Who's a beast of burden?" Before Sean could speak, "Sean No. 2" became unhappy. He glared at Maha, "Do you know how to talk, old thing?"
"Shut your pie hole!"
Wow! A torrent of abuse right to his face. The old man was stunned on the spot. After reacting, he flew into a rage.
He looked dangerously at Sean. "Was that your intention or his?"
"Grandpa, calm down. Watch me teach him a lesson." Sean put on a straight face and slapped "Sean No. 2" hard. "People can't lower themselves to a dog's level."
"If a dog bites you, are you going to bite it back?"
"If there's a next time, I'll kill you and replace you with No. 3!"
'Who the f--- is the dog?'
"Brat, eat your great-grandfather's fist!"
Chaos erupted on the other end of the phone.
Nanako, with her beautiful blonde hair, slumped down, completely dumbfounded. She didn't know if she should be worried about Hon'an-sensei's safety... or worried about Hon'an-sensei's safety.
Fortunately, she didn't have to stress for long. Over the next few days...
The latest chapters of Pot Shadow Ninja were sent to her email inbox one after another.
At the same time, under the energetic promotion of "Bones Studio," the title "Hon'an the Model Worker" spread like wildfire, quickly sweeping the Batoean Republic and even the surrounding continents.
Due to this chain reaction—
Pot Shadow Ninja completely opened up the global market.
It fiercely returned a "large health potion" to Sean, replenishing his depleted "Reader Feedback Points"!
One week later.
[Congratulations, Host, for receiving a new round of feedback. Gained 579 "Reader Feedback Points."]
[Current "Feedback Points" Balance: 609 points.]