Gourmet Hunter (HxH Fanfic)

Flames and smoke burst outward, and the entire house collapsed into rubble, sending a thick plume of smoke spiraling skyward.

Sanbica, who had been standing outside, was caught off guard and was blown away by the shockwave, but landed without injury.

"Law!"

Sanbica quickly stood up and ran to the ruins that were emitting residual heat and thick smoke.

The explosion had been so intense that even a first-rate Nen User would have difficulty surviving unscathed.

Just as Sanbica was worried, a sound was heard from the center of the ruins. A stone slab was lifted up and Law crawled out from the ruins. His body was covered in dust, but he had no injuries.

"I'm fine."

Law casually brushed the dust from his clothes and looked at the ruins of the house with a frown.

'He actually used himself as a bomb so decisively and without hesitation… his behavior was truly terrifying. He really did not take his own life seriously at all.'

If it wasn't for the God Hand, even with Nen, surviving at the epicenter of that explosion would have been impossible.

Seeing that Law was unharmed, Sanbica pursed her lips and fell silent.

"Huh?" Law suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

A wisp of black smoke quietly floated out from the ruins not far in front of him, and a blurry and translucent human body was revealed.

"Resentment?"

Law looked at the black smoke-like existence with cold eyes.

If a lingering resentment after death retained the consciousness of the deceased, then at this moment, the Elder, who wants to drag Law into hell, will certainly find it difficult to accept this result.

Even though he is willing to die together at the cost of his own live, it did not cause Law any harm at all, making his life completely worthless.

The faint, nearly transparent wisp of smoke abruptly rushed toward Law.

However, Law allowed the smoke to invade his body, treating it as food for his Nen and converting it into Aura in his body.

Not everyone could produce a resentment upon death, but if one deliberately does so, one can use methods such as torture to create resentment.

…

"Follow me."

After absorbing the resentment from the Elder, Law relied on his memory to locate the entrance to the basement. Then, he used God Hand to clear the ruins and reveal the floor below.

Sanbica came to Law's side. She didn't know what Law wanted to do next, but she didn't ask more.

Law crouched down, raised his fist and punched the floor, producing a hollow sound.

"This is the entrance to the basement. I need to retrieve something from below."

After confirming the location, Law turned his back to Sanbica, gathered his Aura into his palm, and sliced through the stone slab, revealing the staircase leading to the basement.

Sanbica glanced at the staircase and asked, "What do you want to get?"

"A sword. The explosion must've attracted attention. More people will come soon. Follow me, we'll grab it and leave."

Law looked at the surrounding buildings and could clearly see a person looking towards them from the window of a building.

Such a loud explosion was like a signal flare in the night, drawing the attention of everyone in Meteor City. Law believed that the Council of Elders would surely investigate and act accordingly.

Although the move made by the East District's Elder before his death did not cause any harm to Law, it had significant consequences.

Had he used a Nen Ability unrelated to explosions, this situation might have been avoided entirely.

…

Law walked down the stairs, followed by Sanbica.

Reaching the basement, they entered a wide, open space.

Law flipped a light switch, and the room was illuminated. Despite the house's collapse, the basement's electrical systems remained functional, saving them considerable trouble.

The spacious basement was pristine, with a display stand in the center and a pile of bones stacked in one corner.

A massive black dog bared its teeth, and its eyes were filled with coldness as it looked at Law and Sanbica.

Clang!

The black dog suddenly lunged at Law, pulling its chain taut. Despite its aggressive charge, the chain prevented it from reaching the pair, leaving a gap it couldn't close.

Restrained by the chain, the dog didn't bark. It simply stared at Law and Sanbica with unyielding ferocity.

A large amount of saliva oozed from the sharp canine teeth, revealing a hint of coldness. It showed its ferocity to the two of them and made no secret of its desire to swallow them up.

"Is this a dog?" Sanbica looked calmly at the huge black dog.

"Probably."

Law ignored the restless, snarling black dog and walked directly toward the display stand where Shin was placed, which was the main purpose of his trip here.

Removing the transparent glass cover on the stand, Law once again grasped the handle of Shin and lifted it up.

Under strong light, the rust spots on the blade look like python patterns, exuding a unique beauty.

The rust may seem disgusting, but Law knows that everything will be different from the moment he picks up the sword.

From this moment on, this sword will become the sharpest sword in the world.

"Is this the sword you wanted?" Seeing the rusty sword, Sanbica really doubted that the blade would break with a single swing.

"Yeah."

Law responded, and the white smoke font in his consciousness once again showed all the information about Shin.

When holding the sword, perhaps because of the white smoke font, even without deliberately sensing it, Law could feel the Limitations and Vows left on the sword, which were also the Nen left by the previous user.

"I'll need to accept it."

With a thought, Law began to probe the Nen imprinted on the blade.

Not to absorb it, but to make contact.

At this moment, a foreign will surged from the blade into Law's consciousness. At the same time, a series of blurry images flashed through his mind, and he couldn't see what they were clearly.

The sudden change didn't alarm Law. Instead, he calmly probed the unfamiliar presence.

This sensation was very familiar. He had had such an experience when he was absorbing the Nen on the sharp-snouted monkey statue, but the image it evoked was much stronger and clearer than this time.

It wasn't just the images. When the information about the Dark Sonata appeared, the residual Nen felt like a devil's whisper, tempting Law to accept it.

It felt like a strong regret, but also like an obsession.

At that time, Law felt the danger and did not even make contact. Instead, he used the ability of the white smoke font to absorb it.

At this time, Shin also had the same regret as the sharp-snouted monkey statue, but it was very weak.

In Law's opinion, there was no danger at all.

If he wanted to accept the blade's restrictions, he will have to accept this regret.

Law hesitated for a while, then decided to accept it, and his consciousness delved into the residual Nen.

The blurry image that flew by suddenly became clear, but the person in the image looked like a black shadow and his face could not be seen clearly.

One person, one sword.

The sword is Shin, and the figure is the nameless swordsman.

In the vision, the black shadow was standing under the waterfall while holding a sword, repeatedly swinging the sword.

Law felt curious and wanted to see the black shadow clearly.

As if responding to his desire, the shadow brightened, revealing its true form.

At that moment, Law's spirit was shaken.

…

In the basement, Law stood before the display stand, still holding the sword aloft, with his eyes tightly shut. A cool, sharp Aura slowly emanated from him.

"Law?" Sanbica called out as an inexplicable sense of unease gripped her.

The black dog, which had been pulling fiercely at its chain, suddenly let out a whimper. It tucked its tail and retreated into a corner, and its ferocious gaze was now replaced with a distinctly human-like fear as it stared at Law.

At this time, Law slowly turned around and faced Sanbica.

Sanbica looked at Law, whose eyes are still closed, and felt an even stronger sense of unease. There was something unfamiliar about Law now. And instinctively, she took a step back.

Law slowly opened his tightly closed eyes and looked at Sanbica. There was tranquility in his eyes, but also a hint of vicissitudes of life that came from going through a long period of time.

"Are you… Law?" Sanbica asked, her voice trembling slightly. Even she herself didn't know why she asked such a question.

Law didn't respond verbally. Instead, he held the sword horizontally in front of him.

After a moment, he said in a deep tone, "Shall we fight?"

Sanbica's body suddenly stiffened, and she felt herself enveloped in coldness.

When practicing Nen, her Master once told her about some miraculous experiences they had when they were young.

Among them, what impressed Sanbica the most was the experience of her Master and their team visiting a royal tomb.

At that time, her Master's words seemed to be exaggerated, so Sanbica thought that her Master was deliberately trying to scare her.

However, looking at Law at this moment, Sanbica inexplicably thought of what her Master said.