Hunter x Hunter - Unlimited Abilities

Back in his room, the door closed behind him.

Arin walked straight to the small table beside his chair and placed the White Core on a clean cloth.

The glowing pearl sat there gently humming with quiet power; soft white light flickered through its smooth surface.

He sat down slowly, drawing a deep breath as he looked at it.

"The White Core will exist for about one day," he murmured under his breath.

The timeline pulsed in his mind like a ticking clock.

"I need to shape a life‑form and quickly conjure a being powered by this."

He tapped the edge of the table.

The Core vibrated softly.

He closed his eyes, settled into a meditation posture, and brought his attention inward.

His aura began to flow not outwards in bright arcs but inwards in a protective sheath.

He built a soft bubble of aura in front of him, barely wider than his fist, but taut.

He visualized the life form.

A humanoid silhouette is just a shape.

Not a full man. No details. No clothing. Just a subtle outline in his mind.

Then he focused on the Core's energy, imagining it filling that outline.

It "felt" like pouring a drop of water into a mold. The aura elongated, following the shape.

The light inside the White Core began to pulse, and he felt the resonance between his aura and its soul-power.

He saw it clearly, in his mind's eye: the head, the torso, the shoulders, and the legs, copied in aura-light.

His breath hummed low.

His mind kept shape.

His aura pushed gently from his chest into the form, weaving threads of essence.

His focus was calm and precise.

Arin counted mentally for three minutes.

Then five. By seven minutes, the silhouette had legs. By eight, arms and head. By ten, a full form stood, head bowed, arms hanging at its sides.

He opened his eyes slowly and looked.

A human-shaped aura figure stood about six feet tall, white, translucent, and pulsing softly.

His heart thumped.

He rose and stood before the figure.

He raised his right palm and willed it to move forward.

The figure raised its arm the same moment, but clumsily it mimicked the motion, not with strength but with obedience. It was slow but responsive. He smiled.

He closed his eyes again and channeled a wave of his aura into the Core, deepening the flow.

The figure stiffened, then relaxed. Its glow steadied.

The Core pulsed in rhythm with its heartbeat, as if alive.

Arin opened his eyes and gently placed his hand on the figure's shoulder.

"You are my first life‑form. White-powered. Conjured and controlled."

He exhaled slowly.

He walked around it, inspecting the aura shape from all sides.

No fingers. Just hands formed as vague outlines.

He tapped the table gently.

The figure took a step forward as instructed. It wavered, but it obeyed.

He gently gestured with both his hands. The figure followed again, slower this time. The control needed refining, but the bond was real.

He clapped his hands softly, testing it.

It froze and then turned to face him.

Arin smiled.

"It will do."

He sat back down in his chair, staring at the figure before him.

He could sense its aura, the first aura creature in his name.

Powered not by his own energy, but by a sacrificed life.

He reached into his coat pocket and removed the notebook.

He wrote slowly:

"White Form – 1"

"One White Core"

He tapped the pen. The figure wavered again as if it heard him.

He smiled softly.

Then he set the notebook aside and closed his eyes again.

He tested a simple thought: "Go into that corner."

The figure obeyed.

He exhaled with relief.

The core pulsed stronger when it moved.

He noted this mentally: the action drains faster, as expected.

He observed the room.

He needed angle tests, strength tests, and obedience tests.

"I also would like to know if I can make him wear clothes."

"If it can wear clothes, then it can wear a mask and walk beside me without any problem."

He stood again and walked beside it, matching pace.

He looked at the Core now; it glowed calmly, fed but not waning. Good.

He nodded.

"You exist," he whispered. "And I exist too."

He turned to the figure.

"Settle here. Stay. Don't follow unless I call."

The figure stopped and stood straight.

He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms.

"That's enough for today."

He exhaled slowly and closed his eyes again, letting the aura dissipate gently from the figure and from himself.

He walked to the window and looked at the city.

"In one Core, I've built something new," he said softly to himself.

"Something that will give me eyes where I can't be. A presence I control. And all powered by someone's life."

He swallowed hard as he looked back at the figure.

"Tomorrow, I will test itsfighting capability and itsphysical capability."

He was no longer just a fighter.

Black and White—Master of Life was alive.