In HxH with my fairy godmother

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'…' Thought

"…" speech

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So, it turns out the Hunter Exam happens every six months, and you have to be at least eleven to take it. Why eleven? No idea, but that's just how it is. That meant I was stuck on Whale Island for at least another year.

Surprisingly, I ended up becoming best friends with Ging. I'd forgotten how easy it was to make friends as a kid. Looking back, my best friend in my past life was just the guy who sat next to me in primary school. It's weird, but also not.

I started finding dinosaurs cool again—which, let's be real, they aren't. When I saw a beautiful woman, my brain just registered she looks nice and moved on. I was more interested in Don Freecss' book and weird-looking animals than in other people. As a kid, I used to think gross creatures were cool, but as an adult, all I saw was filth and germs. Yet here I was, covered in dirt, crawling through the forest with Ging, trying to catch whatever bizarre animal we could find.

Ging was alright—awkward but easygoing. He wasn't the type to seek attention, which made him easy to be around. So, somehow, we just clicked.

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I met Mito, and while she's kind of cute, I completely get why Ging ran away. I mean, I know she just wants to help, and she's still a kid, but man—girls are annoying again. She's like a little Hermione Granger. Yeah, I know I shouldn't bring a wild fox home, and yeah, I should shower after training, but did it really need to turn into an hour-long lecture?

Whale Island reminds me a lot of my hometown—a small place with a rural vibe. And even with two lifetimes behind me, I still struggle to pronounce the word rural properly.

For now, I'm basically living with Ging, at least until we leave for the Hunter Exam. I have to admit, though, I really missed home-cooked meals.

Both of us are aware of Nen—at least, I am. Ging just has this vague feeling that there's some kind of energy inside him. But even without mastering it yet, we're already faster, stronger, and way more perceptive than most of the adults here.

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Like me, Ging also lost his parents at sea recently. But unlike me, the kid is surprisingly cheerful—kind of like a smarter Gon, but also way more of an ass.

Our daily routine was simple: wake up, eat, go fishing or hunting, chop some wood, then train or spar. We'd cause trouble for a neighbor, get yelled at, apologize (or not), then sometimes hop online just to talk shit to other kids. Other times, we'd do it to theirs faces. After that, we'd hit the market to sell what we hunted, bring the rest home, shower, eat, and crash.

That was three months ago.

But today is different. Today feels special.

Because today, I think I'm finally going to unlock my Nen.

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Ging was ready too, so we went to a small cabin deep in the forest to activate our Nen.

And let me tell you—I know I have an adult's mind and all, but I still got jealous. It took me around five minutes to control "Ten" my nen, while Ging barely needed three. Three damn minutes! I always thought I would be the Nen prodigy, but compared to that hedgehog-haired uncle faced, let's just say the "boar" classification felt way too fitting for him.

And, of course, he wouldn't shut up about it. No, no, no—he just had to flaunt his superior Nen control. He even had the audacity to proclaim himself as my big brother, saying I didn't have to worry because he'd protect me.

Yeah. Right.

My response? A well-known universal gesture— "-I-" —accompanied by a certain F-sounding word, albeit in the local language and more Japanese like .

I mean Go tell that sh*t to Mito, Ging. I know you, the real you. The deadbeat soul that still lies dormant inside. Acting all high and mighty like he didn't just get his ass handed to him by his aunt two days ago and still red to this day. Like I didn't personally witness him taste animal feces to figure out the species. Like he didn't straight-up shit himself after trying some wild berries.

Anyway— it went like this:

Ging: (grinning) Done.

Insert: (peeks one eye open) Huh?

Ging: "Huh?" he says. I said, I'm done. Ten mastered. Easy.

Insert: (opens both eyes, scowling) You—what? Already?!

Ging: Mhm. Took me, like, three minutes? Maybe less. Yawn I thought this was supposed to be hard.

Insert: Five minutes. It took me five minutes. That's two minutes longer than you.

Ging: Wow, math. You want a medal or something?

Insert: I want you to shut the hell up.

Ging: Nah. Actually, as your big brother, I think it's my duty to guide you. Don't worry, little bro, I'll protect you.

Insert: (slowly raises a middle finger)

Ging: Gasp! Such disrespect toward your mentor!

Insert: Mentor? Dude, when did that happened? Protect yourself first ,I mean you ate literal shit last week because you thought it'd help you track animals.

Ging: Science. That was science.

Insert: And the time you nearly poisoned yourself with wild berries?

Ging: Experimentation.

Insert: And getting your ass beat by Mito?

Ging: Character development.

Insert: …I hate you.

Ging: (grinning, nudges Insert's shoulder) No, you don't.

Insert: (grumbling) Whatever. Let's get back to training.

Ging: Fine, fine. But seriously—try not to fall too far behind. I will be the strongest Hunter someday, and you don't wanna be the guy still figuring out Ten when I'm out there throwing around Hatsu.

Insert: YOU … Oh, don't worry. By the time we hit the Hunter Exam, I'll be way ahead of you.

Ging: Heh. We'll see about that.

Insert: (exhales, eyes closed, feeling the faint warmth of his aura for the first time) …I think I got it.

Ging: (leaning back on his hands, already looking bored) Took you long enough.

Insert: (glares at him, voice dripping with sarcasm) Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Three-Minutes-Ten. Some of us aren't Nen geniuses straight out the womb.

Ging: No worries, little bro, I'll still protect you.

Insert: (grits teeth) Keep talking, and I'll show you exactly what my fists aren't protecting.

Ging: Ooooh, scary. Anyway, now that you're finally catching up, let's test it out.

Insert: Test it out? We just unlocked our Nen. Maybe let's not go straight to breaking bones?

Ging: Where's the fun in that?

(Before Insert can argue, Ging is already up, stretching his arms, a cocky grin plastered on his face.)

Ging: C'mon, just a light spar. Nothing serious. Unless… you're scared?

Insert: (narrows eyes, stands up, rolling his shoulders) You know what? Fine. But if I knock you on your ass, you're buying me dinner.

Ging: Deal. And when I win?

Insert: That's not happening.

Ging: (laughs, stepping back into a loose stance) Alright then, let's go!

(Before Insert even finishes adjusting his footing, Ging explodes forward. Even without fully controlling his Nen, his movements are sharper, faster, his presence stronger—he's already adapting. Insert barely dodges the first strike, sliding back with a grunt.)

Insert: (gritted teeth) Damn, that's an actual difference…

Ging: (grinning, bouncing on his feet) Feels weird, right? The way everything just clicks?

Insert: (rolling his neck, cracking his knuckles) Yeah. It does.

(This time, Insert moves first. His body feels lighter, more responsive. He steps in, throws a punch—Ging sidesteps. But Insert expected that. His foot twists, redirecting his momentum into a spinning kick.)

Ging: (eyes widen, barely ducks in time, feeling the air shift above his head) Whoa! Okay, okay! Someone's feeling confident!

Insert: (grinning) What happened to protecting me, big bro?

Ging: Tch. Don't get cocky.

(The fight picks up speed. They exchange blows, dodging, weaving—neither landing a clean hit. But then, Ging feints left, only to slip behind Insert in a flash.)

Ging: (grinning, whispering) Gotcha.

(A split-second later, Insert is on the ground, dust kicking up around him.)

Insert: (groaning, staring up at the wooden ceiling) …Son of a—

Ging: (standing over him, smug as hell) You were saying?

Insert: Shut up.

Ging: No can do. You did say I had to buy dinner if you won, so… since I didn't lose…

Insert: (groans louder, covering his face with his hands) …so no pizza for today , I hate you.

Ging: (laughs, helping him up) Nah. You love me. Now c'mon, let's get food.

(And just like that, the first real step of their journey begins. With bruises, bickering, and the undeniable thrill of getting stronger.)