Hunter x Hunter - Unlimited Abilities

Arin sat in his modest room on the 120-something floor of Heavens Arena.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the wall.

He whispered.

"I have reached 20.0 Nen Points."

He'd fought five more times since sitting in that coffee shop, each fight refining his control and perception.

And the money had flown in.

At seventy million Jenny, his bank account was well over five digits an obscene sum for someone like him in such a short time.

He shivered slightly as awareness settled on him:

"Now…" he continued under his breath, "I will create my ability. Nen Ability: Black and White – Master of Life."

Arin opened his eyes.

The notebook lay open on the bed beside him.

He whispered the name again, barely audible:

Black and White – Master of Life.

He coughed softly, running a hand down his face.

He pressed his palm lightly to the notebook, recalling every rule, every condition, every soul-heavy limitation he'd written down earlier.

Then he whispered a quiet set of words the activation, the trigger phrase.

He closed his eyes to the ceiling as aura flared within him, flowing outward.

He felt an inner heat then a sudden balance.

After about an hour, Arin slowly opened his eyes.

"The ability is created," he said softly, voice low.

"Now… for using it, I need a sacrifice…"

His voice trailed off into silence as he stood and stretched, quiet bones popping in the emptiness of the room. He picked up his coat and left the hostel.

Arin walked through the dim corridors of the 120th floor and descended the stairwell to the lobby, pushing through crowds with purpose.

He didn't bother to change; he went straight into the winding streets outside narrow back alleys.

He sighed.

"I don't usually care much about the moral quality of the people I kill, But if I'm going to make a sacrifice… it can't just be random. It has to serve its purpose. And whoever it is… must be seen by no one. Someone a scum. Someone easy to find, and even easier to overlook."

He shut his eyes, centering himself in his quiet manipulation aura.

A figure moved ahead hunched beneath a garbage-shrouded storefront.

He looked rough, shoulders slumped, cap low, a bottle in a paper bag in hand.

His clothing was worn, jagged.

He was the kind of target Arin considered for moral distance no link, no connection, no harm to anyone else.

Even if he disappeared, nobody would even look twice.

Arin moved closer, aura hidden, heart controlled.

He assessed: no badge, no apparent Nen presence.

He watched the figure drink, sway. Then decision made.

He strode up swiftly, aura forming only within his skin to sense possible Nen resistance.

The man turned as Arin touched his shoulder.

He jumped, startled, spitting out the bottle. Arin whispered softly:

"Follow me."

The man snorted, halfway between fear and intoxicated defiance.

"What?"

Arin's voice remained ice-cold calm.

"Follow. I'll give you five hundred Jenny if you come quietly."

"Five hundred? Hell yeah," he slurred, nodding.

Arin guided him down the alley quietly, aura cloaked.

He stepped into a darker recess, under an old metal fire escape.

The man followed, looking dazed.

Arin shut both his eyes for a moment, internalizing breaths and preparing his mind.

The notebook rules ran through his memory white core sacrifice, small pearl, life value.

He opened his eyes, and softly whispered the activation conditions the ritual.

The man looked at him, confused, taking a step closer.

In an instant, Arin placed his hand over the man's forehead.

His aura flared internally, cold wave washing outward, invisible but forceful.

For a heartbeat, there was stillness. Then, with a small ripple of psychic release, the man collapsed unresisting.

Arin dropped a foot as he kneeled next to him.

His breathing slowed.

He closed his eyes, focusing aura into the small life essence he'd harvested and in his hand, there appeared a white pearl-sized core: perfectly smooth, softly glowing.

Tiny thunder of satisfaction rattled inside him.

He picked up the man's no-name jacket from the ground, tossed it aside, and slipped the pearl into his palm.

He whispered, quietly:

"Welcome, White Core."

He inhaled deeply.

Saved the moment.

Then he stood, leaving the man slumped on the ground, still alive but irrecoverable.

Nobody would wonder about him. Not tonight.

Arin closed his fist around the core.

He calmed his breathing.

The purpose was accomplished.

He'd taken a life. That was the weight of this path. And now his ability was real.

Black and White – Master of Life.

He exhaled.

Arin returned from the alley,

he'd hidden the body inside an overflowing trash can, layering garbage over the shape until only a bulging dark lump remained.

"I am not stranger to killing."

"I am sure of a no good individual."

"The heavy feeling that I feel not because that I killed somebody..."

"It must be the rules and conditions of my nen ability is working and placing some sort of a heavy feeling in my soul."

"Basically, It is the price of using my nen ability, I may not feel it clearly right now but I should be able to feel that my "Nen" is draining when I have more mastery over "Nen."

No one would think twice especially in these backstreets.

He didn't linger anymore.