Yamen had no reason to complain about his loss.
At least, that was what Biscuit sincerely thought at the moment.
Meanwhile, Moro wasn't paying attention to Biscuit's reaction—his mind was entirely occupied with the concepts of Mind Illusion Style.
Personality duplication, huh…
It was extremely risky, but it was also a valuable Nen concept worth studying.
It would help deepen his understanding of Nen's vast potential.
That said, he wouldn't touch such a dangerous technique unless absolutely necessary.
Right now, he needed shortcuts to close the power gap between himself and others—but he would never consider something this twisted as a shortcut.
Seeing how Moro had completely lost himself in thought, Biscuit started regretting talking so much.
Had she known he was such a knowledge-hungry sponge, she would've been more cautious before saying anything.
"Moro, you…"
Right then, Biscuit felt she needed to snap him out of it and give him a serious warning.
This wasn't being overly cautious—this was a real concern.
Nen users naturally develop stronger desires under Nen's influence.
The most obvious example was Manipulators, who—as they grew stronger—would often develop an obsessive need for control.
In fact, this was one of the reasons Netero's Mind Force Style was created—to help Nen users keep themselves in check.
"…What's wrong?"
Moro snapped out of his thoughts the moment she called his name, his expression completely normal as he looked at her.
Biscuit stared into his eyes.
And in that instant, all of her concerns vanished.
She suddenly felt ridiculous for even worrying.
Of course.
The mindset of this boy was so powerful and steady—there was no way he'd ever be tempted by the path of madness.
I was worrying for nothing…
"…It's nothing."
Biscuit slowly shook her head.
Moro didn't overthink it—his mind was already back on Orian.
The greatest obstacle between me and the championship, huh…
Perfect.
If every opponent he faced was like that weakling Maire, these fights would become pointless.
Moro didn't just want victory.
He wanted growth—real combat experience, new perspectives, and insights into Nen.
So he had zero interest in crushing weaklings.
All he wanted was to fight the strongest opponents possible.
"You seem pretty confident."
Biscuit had already explained Orian's strength, yet Moro's fighting spirit only burned brighter.
Moro replied calmly,
"There's no point in admitting defeat before the fight even starts, right?"
"…That's a completely normal sentence, so why does it feel like you're scolding me?"
Biscuit narrowed her eyes, scanning him up and down.
"No need to 'feel' it."
Moro stated plainly.
"I was absolutely talking about you."
...
Biscuit's fist tightened—a vein bulged on her forehead.
But she held back.
Moro wasn't interested in playing word games anymore—he went straight to the point.
"So, we've established that you're a broke woman who can't afford the Jade Heart gemstone.
Now, here's the question:
If you can't afford it but still want it desperately, how do you get it?"
Moro's gaze sharpened as he stared at Biscuit.
"That's the real reason you came here, isn't it?"
"Seriously, I'm starting to doubt your age."
Biscuit sighed, feeling exhausted.
Moro stayed silent.
You're doubting my age?
You're the last person who should be saying that.
You look like a 12-year-old girl, yet you proudly claim to be a Two-Star Hunter.
Clearly, Yamen wasn't your only apprentice.
Who the hell would believe you were actually just a kid?!
If he didn't want to piss her off, he would've asked outright already.
Not to mention, as a skilled Transmuter, Biscuit could easily see through lies.
Moro sighed internally.
Biscuit, unaware of his inner thoughts, thought for a moment before saying,
"Alright, I'll be honest.
I can help you increase your chances of defeating Orian through practical combat training.
In return, you lower the price of the Jade Heart gemstone for me.
And if you're doubting my strength…
Do I need to prove it again?"
...
Moro paused before frowning slightly.
"…Are you sure you're not just looking for an excuse to beat me up and get a discount?"
"Huh?"
Biscuit blinked.
Then, her eyes lit up.
Her expression was practically shouting:
"Wait… I can do that?"
For a moment, Biscuit started reconsidering her priorities.
Originally, I just wanted to get that gemstone as efficiently as possible.
If I could've bought it outright, I would've happily spent the money.
I hate wasting time on unnecessary effort.
But now…
This means I can legally kick the crap out of him and call it training…?
Wait… why does that sound kinda fun…?
Huh?
Why am I actually looking forward to this?
Just as Biscuit was getting lost in her own thoughts,
The sound of a door unlocking broke the moment.
Moro had opened the door and gestured toward the hallway, his expression blank.
"Goodbye."
"…???"
Biscuit's mind went blank.
Crap.
She had let her emotions show too much.
She was way too obvious about wanting to beat him up.
"Wait a sec—"
"Please leave."
Moro's voice was calm but firm.
Biscuit had no choice but to get up and head to the door.
Just before leaving, she turned back and stared into his eyes.
"…You have something to say. Just say it."
Moro's facial muscles twitched slightly.
After two seconds of silence, he finally spoke.
"…When you have money, you naturally use it to buy the things you want.
But when you don't have money, with your strength, you could easily steal it instead.
So why don't you?"
Biscuit narrowed her eyes.
"…Are you testing me again?"
Her hands went to her waist, and her eyebrow twitched.
"I'll tell you this—
A gemstone's value lies in its flawlessness.
If I were to steal one, it would always carry the stain of theft—a flaw that can never be erased."
She looked at him seriously.
"…Is that why you've been guarding yourself around me?"
"… …"
Moro stayed silent—he had been cautious for a different reason.
In terms of tricky Transmuters, Hisoka was actually easier to read than Biscuit.
Biscuit sighed.
"There's still time before you fight Orian.
Think about my offer."
With that, she walked off—but suddenly, she pointed toward the hallway corner.
There, a blonde-haired boy was peeking around nervously.
"Hey, you there!
Yeah, you!
The sneaky little peeping tom!"
"…???"
The blonde boy froze.
It was Kurapika.
Hearing Biscuit's words, his face twisted in disbelief.
"Me? Sneaky?
Me? A peeping tom?!"
Kurapika stared at her in shock, questioning his entire existence.
Biscuit glanced at his bag, then smirked.
"Oh? Taking turns spying, huh?
You guys are more professional than I thought.
Well, whatever. Come here."
"…???"
Kurapika's body stiffened as he walked over nervously.
Then, Biscuit smirked and said,
"Listen up—I was seduced and abandoned by this guy.
That's a good headline, huh?"
"…???"
Kurapika didn't understand a word.
But he was utterly horrified.
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