Who's the Clown now? || Hisoka x Reader ||

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

First of all, thank you so much for everyone's comments on my last chapter I didn't actually expect anyone to answer!!!! This is amazing i love you guys. I decided to add information on the training in, but only what she learned and improved. I had to continue the story, so i couldn't simply skip to her seeing hisoka, but you asked for the clown, and i will deliver. Next update will include smut by the way, please read to your comfort level!! Enjoy :)

The place I met my fathers trainer was unknown to many. A narrow viaduct lead towards three gates, engulfed in fog. Dragon statues made of marmite sparkled in the shine of the moon light forcing its way through the dense cloud wall. The main gate had several Nenguards, wearing black suites and red cloaks over head and upper torso, watching over it. They looked insidious and I decided to dwell around their area for not all too long. It took me a day or two to find a secret entrance. Suppressing my nen with zetsu I made my way hand over hand along the wall. Once inside, multiple guards approached me. I came prepared, and so I engaged battle and fought every single one of them...

Two months had passed.

The master had accepted me once I disabled all 100 fighters in less than 5 minutes. The following two months were the toughest and by far the hardest I ever went through. But the amount of intense training had proven itself more than effective. My master hat shown himself to being quite the opposite of sentient, and furthermore, he lived abandoned from humanity. But instead of possessing a healthy way of communicating with others, he learned to be a very prudent person, who had quite the wits. With his large capability, my skill increased vastly.

What had increased:

My speed. I was fast before, one of the fastest around to exact. But now, not simply my movement speed developed and increased, but also my capacity to think and evaluate the situation at hand had drastically improved. I was able to comprehend and identify the different factors which would lead a situation to being fatal and often deadly, and was quick to avoid and suppress them. All in all, my fighting style had changed to learning to rely on my competence to evaluate and understand the situation I was in and act accordingly.

I went through lots of combat training. Working with my speed I was able to launch multiple attacks a second, and increased my accuracy upon them. This form of combat fighting allowed me to often keep the upper hand in fights against multiple opponents, as they were used to eliminate several enemies at once.

I also optimized my nen ability. The first one, Desperate Kill, used knives which I had to all control on my own, keeping me from using several (10+) simultaneously as that would be too much to keep track of. But these knives were self controlled now. They could reach all angles and all places, I would just have to note down the point of impact, or the use of it. Noting down "distraction" and sending out 10 of them, they would simply serve as distraction purpose and never hit vital points, or alone hit the opponent. If I agree on the body parts I wish to attack, they would set those points alone as their goal. It was up to the opponents movements if they hit or not. They were able to be avoided at standard speed, but as I could alter speed and appearance, the difficulty to avoid them would increase drastically. These Nen knives get just slightly weaker the more are thrown, as they often only serve as distraction purposes. My cloak is still filled with normal knives, which I could manipulate with nen to transform them into whatever blade I wanted to.

The master also taught me how to manipulate my nen aura. I could modify it to simply portraying the blood lusting side of me, even if this showed itself to be quite little. It could serve as a distraction or mere intimidation of my opponent. If I were to practice with Killua or gon, once they learn nen, I could change it to explicitly portraying the soft side of me. It could make them feel welcomed and loved. Like an invisible hug.