In HxH with my fairy godmother

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'…' Thought

"…" speech

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For the past two months, I've hated myself. Having my Nen sealed and not knowing when it'll return is way more stressful than I expected. On the other hand, I love my new phone, and now I understand why it took so long to make.

My wish was way more expensive than I thought. First, I'm still a rookie when it comes to Nen capacity, so I probably don't have much to spare. Second, I didn't just get a phone—I got the phone. It has music, movies, and even YouTube access from both this life and my past one. I can't interact with people in those worlds, but I have access to pretty much every form of multimedia content ever. Re-listening to childhood songs brought me more comfort than I'd like to admit.

After that, I started experimenting with my ability. I decided to integrate my Nen power with my phone, so now, instead of making a wish out loud, I just open an app called UberWish. I even "created" a simulated AI assistant to help predict how long each wish would take to be fulfilled. I say "created," but let's be real—I just wished for it.

That cost me five days of waiting. Totally worth it.

In summary, my ability is like an extremely watered-down version of Nanika, but more focused on creation than destruction. Any cost falls solely on me—the more difficult the wish, the more Nen I have to give up. Basically, as long as I keep wishing for things, I get to enjoy the thrilling experience of living like a regular human.

It's a power that's way too easy to exploit. I mean, imagine being Shenron but with Kid Krillin's battle power. If anyone finds out, I might as well start granting people's wishes for scraps of food.

Which is why I have to keep it a secret.

Ging, of course, found it hilarious. "Oh no, poor little Insert, doomed to a life of making wishes and taking naps. How tragic."

"I swear to God, Ging—if you spill the secret, I'll make sure you regret it."

"Yeah? What are you gonna do, wish for my hair to be curly?" he smirked.

I gave him a wicked grin. "No. But I could make you Ginny Freecss instead of Ging Freecss."

The smile vanished from his face. "...The hell does that mean?"

"It means I could make you a real little sister. You'd wake up as a ten-year-old girl in pigtails with a bright pink dress. All it'd cost me is, what, fifteen days of sealed Nen? Seems fair."

Ging paled. "You wouldn't."

I shrugged. "Wouldn't I?"

A long pause. Then—

"...Fine, secret's safe with me."

And that's how I secured Ging's silence.

For now.

Oh, and by the way, we already signed up for the Hunter Exam.

We both turned eleven some time ago, so yay. First step: taking a ship in about a month. In the meantime, I've been fine-tuning my Hatsu.

First, I created a small pocket space linked to my phone, which I call Inventory. Not much—just about one cubic meter—but it cost me four days of sealed Nen.

Then, I made a compass app like Jack Sparrow's, which points to whatever I desire. Eleven days.

Next, a map app by using real-world maps and some wish energy. Two days.

Other additions include:

A smart cookbook (because we need to eat).A tracking app (for people in my contacts).Some tiny wireless headphones (because I refuse to let Ging hear my playlist).Smart summer glasses (so I can watch movies in public without anyone knowing).And lastly, an app that summarizes fighting styles—because I will need it at some point.

While I was busy upgrading my wish-tech, Ging was crafting weapons like some sort of blacksmith prodigy.

I ended up with a red staff—sturdier than it looks, just like Kid Goku's Power Pole.

Ging? He made himself a katana. Of course, he had to be the cool swordsman type.

To top it off, I enchanted both weapons with shrinking and growing abilities

Ging: "So let me get this straight... You wasted eleven days of Nen just to get a magical compass?"

Me: "Excuse me; I invested eleven days to ensure we never get lost. Unlike you, who'd probably take us to the middle of the ocean just to 'see what happens.'"

Ging: "I dunno, sounds like an adventure to me."

Me: "It sounds like a suicide mission."

Ging: "Still, your abilities are weird. Who the hell spends four days making a tiny inventory?"

Me: "Listen, you'll be begging to use it when we get to the exam and you have to carry your own damn supplies."

Ging: "Tch. Fine. But at least I'm practicing combat. You're just turning into a glorified app store."

Me: "Excuse you, I made a combat data analyzer. It's like downloading martial arts manual straight to my brain."

Ging: "So… basically, you're fighting pirated software."

Me: "Shut up, Blacksmith Wannabe."

Ging: "Whatever, 'Magical Girl'."

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Ging's POV: The Wild Ride That Is Insert

The first time I met Insert, I thought he was weird. Not just 'normal' weird, like the kind of kid who collects bugs and names them after historical figures—no, I mean fundamentally off.

I was fishing when I first saw him. Most kids here are like me—running around, dreaming about becoming Hunters, getting yelled at by Mito, the usual. But Insert? He didn't act like a kid at all. He was too calm, too observant, too… aware.

Then he opened his mouth, and I realized he wasn't calm. He was just incredibly smug.

"Yo, you Ging?"

I squinted at him. "Who's asking?"

He grinned like he knew something I didn't. "Just a fellow orphan with big dreams. Heard you were cool, but you look like a hedgehog."

And just like that, I knew two things:

1 I had never met a bigger smartass in my life.

2 We were going to be best friends.

For some reason, Insert decided he was gonna stick with me. Fine. He was useful enough—not totally incompetent like most kids my age, and he actually knew how to hold his own in a fight. We'd hunt, fish, mess around, and piss off the neighbors daily.

Mito hated him. That was hilarious.

"Ging, you're already bad enough on your own! Stop dragging another troublemaker into this!" she'd scold.

And Insert, without missing a beat, would flash his innocent 'who, me?' face and say, "Mito, I'm just a humble boy trying to survive."

Then she'd chase him around with a broom.

But honestly? Having Insert around made life way more interesting. Unlike the other kids, he actually thought things through. He had this annoying habit of knowing stuff he shouldn't—like explaining Nen before either of us even unlocked it. He didn't just want to be strong; he was obsessed with growth, strategy, and making sure he had every advantage possible.

So when we finally awakened our Nen, it was no surprise that he took it more seriously than me.

We both ended up as Specialists, which Insert took way too personally.

"Hah! And you thought I was a Transmuter!"

"I still don't believe this," I muttered. "You? A Specialist? I thought they were supposed to be rare."

"Says the other Specialist in the room."

Tch. Fair point.

His Water Divination result was the weirdest thing ever—the water turned into different drinks. First, Coca-Cola. Then milk. Then orange juice. I swear, the guy could open a vending machine business if he wanted to.

Meanwhile, my result? A mirror with numbers in it.

It didn't take long for me to figure out that my Hatsu let me see stats—like a game system. Not insanely overpowered or anything, but it gave me a stupidly good learning speed.

Insert, on the other hand? He won the broken ability lottery.

A few weeks later, we found out what his Hatsu really did. One morning, I woke up to a floating old lady in a tutu hovering over his bed.

We screamed.

He denies this happened.

But it happened.

Turns out his ability was basically a nerfed version of a genie. He could wish for anything, but at a cost—his Nen would get sealed for however long it took to fulfill the request. And what's the first thing this dumbass wished for?

A phone.

Not just any phone. A custom, ultra-powered, unbreakable, solar-charged, infinite-internet phone with access to all the media.

The cost? Two months of being completely Nenless.

Was it worth it?

Insert, watching his favorite childhood shows again: Absolutely.

Me, laughing my ass off at him: Even more so.

While I spent my time getting stronger, Insert went full mad scientist on his ability.

First, he made an inventory app—a small pocket space linked to his phone. Cost him four days.

Then, he made a compass that leads to whatever he wants. Cost him eleven days.

After that? A map app, a combat database, tracking software, magic glasses, and an AI assistant to predict wish costs.

At this point, I had to ask.

"Are you even gonna fight in the Hunter Exam, or are you just gonna UberWish your way through it?"

Insert smirked. "Depends. If I wish for you to fail, will you still be laughing?"

"You wouldn't dare."

"Wouldn't I?"

I stared at him. He stared back.

Then we both burst out laughing.

Look, I'm not stupid. I know Insert's ability has its flaws—his Nen can be sealed at the worst times, and if anyone found out about his power, he'd be blackmailed instantly.

But I also know this:

Insert is terrifying.

Not because he's the strongest. Not because his Hatsu is OP. But because he thinks ahead. He plans, adapts, and figures out how to break the system.

Honestly, I feel bad for whoever underestimates him in the Exam.

Tomorrow, we leave for the Hunter Exam. If there's one thing I'm sure about, it's this:

This is gonna be one hell of a ride.