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                   - SINCE BISKY COULDN'T TRAIN ME IN NEN, JORDI HAD TOOK HER PLACE and he was terrible

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                   - SINCE BISKY COULDN'T TRAIN ME IN NEN, JORDI HAD TOOK HER PLACE and he was terrible.

"I said. Just. Close. Your. Nodes!" He yelled every word extra load and I swear to god I could see a vein pop out of his head.

I chewed my lip. "I said...I don't know...I..." Tears fell down my face while I suppressed the sobbing.

We sat here in Bisky's living room. He tried to explain me Zetsu for about 3 hours already.

The thing with Jordi was that he was really impatient and definitely not a good teacher. He just couldn't understand how I wasn't able to close my Aura Nodes and stop the aura outflow. I still had a problem to control it after I already tried it for a month.

I tried to hide my crying face, it was embarrassing for the both of us. For him that he screamed at a 15 year old and for me to cry because of my inability. I was lucky that he wasn't my physics teacher, that would look worse although Nen was way more complicated, in my opinion.

"Okay, y/n, look I'm sorry." He squat down to me since I sat on the carpet and pat my shoulder. "But start using your goddamn brain and do what I said, that can't be so difficult." He put a frustrated face on and took his sunglasses down. He only did that when he was done with something.

"But I can't!" I pushed his hand of my shoulder and crawled a little away from him.

Jordi let his butt fall to the ground so we sat both across from each other. He sighed in desperate and hide his face in his hand. "I'm done. y/n, just do what I wrote on the board." He grabbed my notebook. "Here" he pointed on the middle of a random page, "this shit can't be so hard to under- wait what the hell is that!" He looked puzzled at my notes.

Oh no. I'm screwed.

I looked to the side, ashamed. "Eh...I...ehm..." I tried to find words but nothing useful came up my mind. He gave me an angry gaze. "y/n, which fucking language is this shit?" He jumped up, still with my notebook in his hand.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇, hunterxhunterWhere stories live. Discover now