Hunter X Hunter: I Got Stronger After I Died

Hisoka was accustomed to waiting and enduring.

Waiting for the fruit to ripen, stretching himself like a coiled spring, suppressing his urges…

All for the sake of experiencing a stronger thrill in the end.

That was why he eagerly anticipated his half-year promise with Moro.

But in the meantime, he needed something to pass the time.

Sky Arena was the perfect place.

Hisoka had been here for a while now.

If it weren't for Illumi's recent interference, he would have been enjoying himself more.

But soon, he had noticed Hwashitora.

Not because of his strength—but because of his rapid progress.

Even from a distance, Hisoka was enthralled.

After a while, he simply couldn't resist anymore.

He wanted to taste this apple while it was still unripe.

Not to pluck it just yet, but simply to sample its early flavor.

But then—

Moro arrived.

Like a bucket of cold water, Hisoka's excitement deflated.

His overwhelming desire suddenly felt exhausted.

Hisoka slowly withdrew his aura, turning his gaze toward Moro, who had entered from the other side of the corridor.

"Hmm~"

As he stared at Moro, Hisoka's golden eyes flickered with intrigue.

His aura…

It had become denser, sharper, more refined.

In just a month, such a drastic improvement?

Hisoka was shocked—and curious about what Moro had experienced.

But more than curiosity, he felt excitement.

Moro was evolving.

At a terrifying speed.

There was no need to question how Moro had done it.

All that mattered was—

The stronger Moro became, the closer Hisoka got to death.

And that was exactly what he desired.

To feel the power of his prey…

To revel in the moment when his prey unleashed their full strength…

And then, to completely crush them.

Closing his eyes, Hisoka fought to suppress the ecstasy rising inside him.

Moro's Arrival

Seeing Hisoka standing still, Moro briefly wondered if he had turned over a new leaf.

But then—

He noticed Hisoka's tightly shut eyelids trembling violently.

"..."

Hisoka's eyes were darting around beneath his lids, as if he was barely containing himself.

Moro sighed, shaking his head slightly.

He ignored Hisoka and walked toward the ring.

On the arena platform, Hwashitora and Callista watched Moro approach, their eyes filled with excitement.

But as they got a closer look, their expressions shifted.

They could feel it—something about Moro had changed.

They lacked Hisoka's keen perception, but they could still sense his aura had grown more oppressive.

It was as if a pressure wave rolled off him with each step.

At the same time, Moro assessed the two disciples before him.

Their aura swirled around them, strong yet slightly chaotic.

However, compared to a month ago, their progress was immense.

This was the result of raw talent.

Some people, after awakening Nen, experienced a burst of rapid growth—a period of explosive improvement.

Others had to steadily improve over time, step by step.

Callista's natural talent was slightly lower, but her martial arts background gave her exceptional control over her aura.

While her Nen strength hadn't increased dramatically, her precision was far superior.

Hwashitora, however, was clearly more gifted.

Ignoring precision, just his Nen strength alone was already comparable to what Moro himself had achieved after six months of training in his previous life.

A month's worth of training had yielded results that took others half a year.

That was the difference in talent.

Moro couldn't help but feel a little envious.

In truth, Hwashitora was a genius.

But compared to Gon and Killua, he was still just a regular prodigy—whereas they were once-in-a-lifetime monsters.

Moro knew he couldn't match their natural talent.

But he had his own strengths.

"It seems you two have been working hard."

Smiling, Moro acknowledged their efforts.

Before leaving Sky Arena, he had ordered them to focus on training their "Ten" and "Ren" techniques.

And judging by the results, they had dedicated themselves completely.

Interestingly, Hwashitora's "Ren" was stronger, but Callista's "Ten" was superior.

Taking a step forward, Callista spoke with pride:

"Master, I can now maintain "Ten" even while sleeping!"

Hwashitora, meanwhile, simply smiled, making no effort to boast about his progress.

Moro gave Callista a thumbs up.

"Wait here."

Then, he walked past them, stopping at the edge of the ring—staring at Hisoka, who stood ten meters away.

Hwashitora and Callista immediately became serious, bracing themselves for a fight.

They didn't know Hisoka personally, but they knew of him.

And they knew—

He was extremely dangerous.

A Warning to Hisoka

"Hisoka."

Moro's voice was calm and firm.

"As per our agreement, when the time comes, stay out of my sight."

"Ooh~"

Hisoka slowly opened his eyes, his smile returning.

But instead of responding immediately, he scanned Moro's body with an eager gaze.

"You… have grown stronger."

"And?"

Moro's expression remained unchanged.

Hisoka suppressed a chuckle and flicked his wrist—tossing a playing card toward Moro.

Reflexively, Moro channeled Nen into his eyes, raised a hand, and caught the card.

It was a Joker.

Moro flipped it over, looking at Hisoka.

Hisoka, in turn, slowly turned away, his voice trembling slightly with anticipation:

"I'll be waiting… until you can face me with everything you have."

"..."

Moro silently watched Hisoka walk away, gripping the card tightly.

The Road Ahead

In terms of raw aura, the gap between them was still significant.

But Moro knew—

He could compensate for it with strategy.

The problem was…

Hisoka was also a master of tactics.

Beyond that, Hisoka's mastery of advanced Nen techniques—like In, Shu, and Ko—was on another level.

Not to mention his exceptional hand-to-hand combat skills.

Ironically, Hisoka's Nen ability itself wasn't that extraordinary.

What made him truly dangerous was how he used it.

The sheer speed and efficiency of his ability activation had even been acknowledged by Razor.

That was what made him so deadly.

"I need to slow down…"

As Hisoka disappeared into the corridor, Moro muttered to himself.

"To maximize my strategic ability, I need to master higher-level Nen techniques… and strengthen my body."

Since learning Zoldyck-style flexibility training, he realized his physical endurance was becoming a limiting factor.

Even using basic techniques required him to spend extra aura to compensate.

From now on, he would dedicate time to refining his Nen skills.

As for his body's strength…

He'd have to see if Menchi's "medicinal cuisine" was really as effective as she claimed.

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