[HIATUS]Why The Fuck Am I Here?!![Final Edition][N.S.F.W. 🔞]

Seventeen: Being Strong Is Awesome, But This Shits Crazy...

One Year Later
Kiwi is fifteen...

     I didn't really rest, I didn't just train with my father anymore, I also trained With grandpa Netero. He was considered a Nen master just like my father, though he was leaps and bounds ahead of him. There were even times when I would just sit back and watch my dad and grandfather duke it out with a little sparing session, and to say they could upturn the earth was an understatement.

    Visually, it was very clear who could beat who,meaning my grips had the upper hand but whenever I looked at my father I could tell he was holding a lot more back and I don't think  Netero knew about it either, which made me wonder.....what exactly was it...?

    Netero began training me since he asked me to be the next chairman, but quite honestly I think the old man was getting bored and he wanted a challenge and I was the only one who could truly give him one. It maybe six months into my training when he stopped and told me there was nothing left he could teach me. He stated that my physical strength was off the charts, my control was next level, and my neme rivaled his own and would continued to exponentially grow. [One punch man?] From how he described it, he made it seem like there was no limit to my growth, it almost made me feel like I was leveling up or something..... Was I turning into Sung Jin-woo?

     Netero was also he only one part from my father, that knew I could easily switch from and in between all six men catagories so he danded that I needed to refine an develop four Nen abilities for each. In total I'd have Twenty-Four Nen abilities. He even dared me to go beyond that for the next three years and when I take the Hunter Exam in three years, he'd fight me to see how much I've progressed.

     I completely hid my presence from Hisoka and Illumi, dream wise, they've taken it up on themselves to annoy me in my sleep so, for the time being until I was absolutely certain about them, the mental connection I had with them was blocked. I also xidn't want to be found by him after knowing his confession, heck, sharing the same head space with Hisoka was tiresome and his confession made me feel... Weird. The nineteen year old version of him bluntly stated that he fell in love with me, but not juat then he said it again when he wqs nineteem amd back then was three years old and nine. Questionable man, yes?

    I'm glad you fucking agree.

     He knew me as the small skinny child with a dangerously growing aura, and even if I did see him again, he wouldn't have recognized me anyway. I was changing so much in the years hs been away, hell I was bulking up from how much muscle I was putting on. Incould even feel a change in my soul that was also very off putting. Every once in a while, I'd feel a sharp tug there, and youre wondering how I'm so aware of my soul... Let's just say that bruh near death and then actually dying does something to you bot mentally and spiritually.

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Four months later....

     I've been working my body to the breaking point, even going as far as to do similar training to the Zoldyck's, and once again my father was not pleased. I was successfully immune to all poisons including the highly leathal ones so hat was already checked off my bucket list so now, I built my pain tolerances. I even went as far as to physically harm myself which I didn't even feel. My nerves were dead and I never believed that was a thing in my past life, but doing shin conditioning so much it wasn't that new to me anymore. Sit like this went on like clock work, and what I gained from the experience was knowledge and muscle memory.

     Once again, I got a terrifying new ability to come out of all my excessive training. Because my nerves were somewhat dead to pain, I didn't realize that my finger ails pieces my palms u til the sound of dripping reached my sensitive ears. Instead of bleading out like any normal person, the blood floated around the wound area and I consentrated my aura around it

     I turned to face the trees in front of me and flicked my hand, hearing the wood groan. The tree was cut in  eight different places and I watched in mild fascination as tree topled over and hit the ground in multiple thumps upon the earth. "Blood blades" I smiled, quickly coming up with a name for the strange yet gruesome abilities. It didn't stop there, I tested myself just so I could see what I could make with my blood, so far motor based weapons were out of the question and so were guns. The only thing I could even create close to a gun was maybe forming my blood into h shape of bullets, but hat was primitive and tiresome.

     "Kiwi, you've been training all day, come and put something on your stomach." My father called out to me just as I uprooted a fully grown tree with a kick. I turned to my father to see him with a large bowl of something that smelled very good, I could hear my stomach growling as it ate at my spine, a line of drool running down to my chin. I was next to him in a flash, snatching the bowl from him, peering down inside to see a hearty soup with large generous chunks of meat in it.

     'Thank you father, would you like any? it's a big bowl.' I signed to him, my head tilted to the side, his cold silver eyes watching my gestures closely before he batted a dismissive hand in my direction. " No, I already ate." He sat a little ways away, watching the clouds shift in the sky while I ate in silence. It wasn't long after that I finished and I was back to uprooting trees with ground shattering kicks. You could say I adopted Sitama's training into my own training regimen, though no one from this universe knows who One punch man is.

    

     My normal skinny form was slowly fading away to a valuptious feminine yet muscular form, it wouldn't be long now until I reached my peek in physical strength before even breaking through that barrier, and man was I going to have fun pushing past my limits.

     I noticed my father watching my precise movements closely, his wide muscular arms crossed against his chest, his expression turning thoughtful. "When have you given your body time to recouperate and rest?" He questioned, getting up from his seated spot on the ground to make his way over to me. I stopped mid kick at his question, a slight frown on my face.

     *'Now that he mentions it...'*

     I've been out here a week straight with no break, maybe it would be a good idea to treat myself to a well duserved rest for a couple of days. "You're right." I brought my leg down and turned to face him, my white mane falling down wildly into my cold golden eyes. "I know you have a set goal in mind, but make sure you give your body ample time to recover." He ruffled my hair which caused me to angrily swat at him, only for him to dodge swiftly out of my reach.

     "Later ki, go do something fun. There's a hot spring not too far from here. Go relax."I watched his retreating figure, before turning and making my way in search for the hot spring.