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Why Aren't More Fighters Trained to Be Masters?
I've always wondered—why don't more masters train their students to be as strong as they are?
The V5 nations pour insane amounts of money into their military forces every year, training entire divisions in Nen. But despite all that investment, most of their so-called elites barely reach the level of Twelve Beasts—strong, sure, but nowhere near the real powerhouses of the world. Even the highest-ranking leaders don't seem interested in pushing their soldiers beyond that point.
Why?
It's not a lack of resources. They have access to the best trainers, the best facilities, and the best conditions. And it's not just about talent—there are plenty of people with the potential to be monsters in combat.
The real reason? The system isn't designed to create masters. It's built to create soldiers.
Most trainees only learn the basics—just enough to be useful, but never enough to become truly dangerous. The ones with real talent? They're either controlled or quietly held back. And those who struggle? They're turned into disposable foot soldiers, the kind meant to be thrown into battle and sacrificed without a second thought.
It's a cycle that keeps things just strong enough to maintain order but not strong enough to change it. The few that do break through either get absorbed into the highest ranks or eliminated before they can disrupt the balance.
It makes me wonder—how many people were held back from their full potential? And how many could've been legends if the world had let them?
Now about The True Purpose of the Hunter Association
At its core, the Hunter Association isn't just an organization for adventurers, explorers, or scholars—it's a recruitment tool for the V5.
The world governments aren't interested in training armies of Nen users themselves; that would be too expensive and too risky. Instead, they let the Hunter Association do the hard work—scouting, testing, and refining the strongest individuals. Then, when a real talent emerges, they swoop in with an offer too good to refuse.
For the right price, the V5 can add the world's top fighters to their ranks without the burden of training thousands of weaker ones. The association acts as a filter, allowing only the best to rise to the top. In the end, it's far more cost-effective to recruit one or two elite hunters each year—people like Botobai, who would later become a Zodiac—rather than spend fortunes creating an entire army that may never reach that level.
It's a clever system. The association gives the illusion of independence, but in reality, it's just another tool for those in power. And most hunters? They never even realize they're part of a much bigger game.
And I have something the V5 would kill to get their hands on—though they don't even know it exists. My compass.
It's not just some tool for navigation. It can identify talent—the kind of talent that shapes the future. With it, I could do what the world governments have been struggling to accomplish for years: pinpoint the strongest individuals before they even realize their own potential. If they knew what it could do, they'd throw everything they had at getting it.
But I'm not interested in building an army. That's not the goal. I just want to keep the future masters of this world from bringing about unnecessary tragedies. Why? Because I'm not an asshole.
Morally, I'm like Ichigo from Bleach—I'm not out here playing hero, swinging around like Spider-Man, or suffering from some kind of savior complex or how the US people call "A WHITE WOMAN" I don't feel the need to "fix the world" just because it's broken. But if I see a disaster coming and I know I can stop it? Then yeah, I'll step in. Because letting something terrible happen when you have the power to prevent it—that's just Sociopathic.
My goal isn't to build an organization—not in the traditional sense, anyway. A school might be a better way to describe it. Or maybe a gathering place. The idea is simple: find talented people, teach them, and make sure they at least understand the value of human life.
Because in this world? That's barely a thing.
I don't need an army, just people strong enough to prevent tragedies before they happen. People who can help humanity instead of going on a vendetta where innocent lives become collateral damage. Strength without purpose leads to destruction, and too many powerful people in this world walk the path of revenge simply because they had no one to guide them.
Look at Chrollo and Kurapika. The parallels are obvious. Even young Chrollo and Gon had their similarities. But because they weren't allowed to just be kids, they ended up taking lives—or having their childhood an other's stolen entirely.
If I can change that for even a handful of people, then I've already done more than most. And hey, maybe along the way, I'll gain their gratitude, build connections, and create a network that actually makes a difference.
And that's how I found myself with Gings, mapping out our island. Well, marking it, technically.
During our little tomb-raiding adventure, Gings managed to figure out something interesting—ancient markings we found had a function beyond just looking cool on a stone wall. With some modifications, we repurposed them for our own use. Right now, we're only able to set up what we're calling a "domain map" of sorts. By marking the perimeter of the island, we're creating a connected system that will generate a 3D model of the entire place. Eventually, we'll link it to some kind of central computer.
Now, did we fully understand how this ancient tech worked? Not really. But that never stopped us before.
Insert:"So… are we sure this won't explode?"
Gings:"Eh, 70% sure."
Insert:"That's lower than I'd like. Did you even test it?"
Gings:"Kind of? I mean, the tomb didn't collapse on us, so that's a good sign."
Insert:"That's not a test. That's just ancient luck."
Gings:"Well, luck is a skill. Anyway, shut up and help me place these markers. The faster we do this, the sooner we can actually use this place properly."
I sighed but went along with it. It's not like I had a better alternative.
Insert:"Alright, fine. But if I get blown up, I'm haunting you."
Gings:"Please, as if you'd be the scariest thing I've dealt with."
Insert:"You say that now, but wait until I start whispering 'I told you so' in your ear at 3 AM."
He just laughed.
And that's how we spent the past month. First, we mapped the island properly using our newly discovered ancient tech, then we moved on to the architectural phase.
No, I didn't pull a Ted Mosby. I wasn't about to sit down and draw blueprints from scratch—I had Mr. WW for that. With his help, I gathered designs from some of the most prestigious schools in the world and tailored them to fit our needs.
The result? A well-planned campus that could house about 800 students.
The dormitories were split across ten buildings, each with four floors. Every floor had 20 rooms, and right in the middle of each building was a garden—because a little greenery never hurt anyone.
The heart of the campus was the main school building. It featured:
Eight classrooms for general learning.
Two amphitheaters for lectures and large-scale discussions.
A gymnasium—because physical training was just as important as mental.
A cafeteria that (hopefully) wouldn't end up serving food disasters.
An administrative building—because bureaucracy still exists, unfortunately.
A computer room with a digitalized library for research and learning.
Several outdoor training grounds—because, let's be honest, with Nen users, fights were inevitable.
All in all, it was a solid, functional school with a dormitory system—exactly what we needed to start shaping the next generation.
Some say, why not build Hogwarts? Because it would take too much time. I hope that by the time we create something similar, we can build it using Nen scriptures—make it truly alive.
Maybe give it useful properties, like helping Nen regeneration, increasing learning speed, or even having something similar to a Room of Requirement. Maybe even have NPCs like house elves—albeit cuter.
On that evening Insert and Ging lounging in their newly built common area, a projector playing Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone first on a screen. Ging, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, watches as the students at Hogwarts are sorted into houses. Insert, comfortably sprawled on a couch, munches on some popcorn.]
Ging:(pointing at the screen) "So let me get this straight. You're telling me they just dump kids into different factions based on their personality? What if a kid changes later?"
Insert: "They don't. They just suffer the consequences of their childhood personality forever—like real life."
Ging: "And this hat thing? It just decides? What if you bribe it?"
Insert:"It's not a corrupt official, Ging. The Sorting Hat reads your mind and chooses what fits you best."
Ging:"Uh-huh. So if a kid's like 'I wanna be evil,' the hat's like, 'Cool, Slytherin!'"
Insert: "Basically."
Ging:"This is why their world's full of dark wizards. No one thought, 'Hey, maybe don't put all the little psychopaths together?'"
Insert:"To be fair, Dumbledore probably saw it coming but went, 'Meh, good life lesson.'"
Ging:"That's the level of responsibility I aspire to."
[They watch as the Great Hall lights up with floating candles and magical feasts appearing on the tables.]
Ging: "Okay, but the food thing? That's genius. That I respect."
Insert: "If you're impressed by floating food, just wait till you see the moving stairs."
Ging:"They change randomly? That sounds like a hazard."
Insert:"Magic, Ging. Just accept it."
Ging: "Bet you someone's fallen to their death at least once."
Insert:"Oh, not officially but definitely."
[As the movie continues, they reach the scene where the Hogwarts students are practicing spells.]
Ging: "So they just let kids wave deadly sticks around with no safety measures?"
Insert: "You're literally a Nen user. You have zero right to talk about safety measures."
Ging:"Yeah, but Nen has consequences. Some kid here says some spells wrong and what? A green fart comes out?"
Insert: "No, they die. Instantly."
Ging:"…WHAT."
Insert:"Yeah, there is an instant-kill spell. Just like that. No counter available too."
Ging: "And they let children learn this?!"
Insert: "Well, they don't teach it in school , they even send you to jail if you learn it and use it , but, you know, kids are nosy. "slytherins" "
Ging: "This is less a school and more a death camp with a cafeteria."
Insert: "Still wanna base our school on it?"
Ging:"…Maybe."
[Pause. Scene shifts to the Room of Requirement scene.]
Ging: "Okay, but this 'Room of Requirement' thing? That's useful. We should steal that idea."
Insert: "Agreed. But better."
Ging:"How?"
Insert: "We make an actual sentient school. Rooms that appear based on need, but also train Nen control. Maybe even a place that speeds up learning, like a time-chamber-like."
Ging: "Huh. And if someone wants a bathroom?"
Insert: "It just gives them a toilet."
Ging: "Practical."
Insert: "Now… should we have school houses based on hatsu, but let's just do the uniforms not the segregation part?"
Ging:"no let's do it based on animal affinity one's named 'Monkey House.'"
Insert:"Why am I not surprised? that's just stupid, what will name the others bird ,fish …"
[The movie continues, now at the Quidditch match scene. Ging watches, intrigued, as the players zoom around on broomsticks, chasing after balls mid-air.]
Ging:"Okay, I take back what I said before. This sport is insane."
Insert:"I knew you'd like it."
Ging:"Flying full-speed on barely regulated sticks while dodging cannonball-sized death traps? This is exactly the kind of irresponsible game I'd invent."
Insert:"And yet, if we ever introduce sports in our school, I bet we won't be as irresponsible."
Ging:"resp what now? Please. If a kid's not ready to dodge a ball that can break ribs, what's even the point of training in Nen?"
Insert:"So no Quidditch, but we could make a battle tournament."
Ging:"Obviously. But cooler. With actual risk."
Insert:"Great. We're making a survival school."
Ging:"It builds character."
[They watch as the Golden Snitch flutters around, impossible to catch.]
Ging:"Okay, but this whole game is nonsense. You mean to tell me all this effort means nothing if one dude catches a tiny flying ball?"
Insert:"Pretty much."
Ging:"…Yeah, I like it. Pure chaos."
Insert:"You would."
[Later that night, after finishing the movie, they sit around discussing their future school.]
Ging:"So, are we actually going through with this Hogwarts 2.0?"
Insert:"Not exactly. Hogwarts is cool and all, but it's also a disaster waiting to happen. No real security, terrible curriculum, students constantly getting into life-threatening situations…"
Ging:"And yet, it still somehow works."
Insert:"Barely."
Ging:"So, here's the plan: We take the best parts—cool architecture, hidden rooms, magic-like Nen enhancements…"
Insert:"Living dorms, shifting classrooms, maybe a training ground that adapts to a student's skill level."
Ging:"Exactly. And for fun, we throw in an actual Room of Requirement."
Insert:"A Nen version."
Ging:"That rewards students based on their growth."
Insert:"And punishes lazy ones."
Ging:"…I like where this is going."
Insert:"We'll also need a library. But not a normal one—a proper Nen library that contains knowledge based on the seeker's ability to understand."
Ging:"So a student can't just skim an advanced book and pretend to be a genius?"
Insert:"Exactly. The library tests them before giving access."
Ging:"Okay, but what about the 'house system'?"
Insert:"Mmm… no Slytherin vs. Gryffindor nonsense. We divide them based on combat approach instead."
Ging:"Explain."
Insert:"Think about it. Instead of 'brave' or 'cunning,' we separate by how they fight. Strategic thinkers, brute force types, adaptability-focused fighters, and technique specialists.Or just as I said earlier we do it based of Hatsu"
Ging:"So you want a 'Mind House,' a 'Power House,' a 'Survival House,' and a 'Technique House'?"
Insert:"More or less. Each one would focus on refining their strengths while balancing their weaknesses."
Ging:"And Monkey House?"
Insert:"No Monkey House."
Ging:"Then I refuse to participate."
Insert:"Fine, we'll give the adaptability group a monkey-themed name. Happy?"
Ging:"Ecstatic."
[They sit in silence for a moment, picturing the insanity of their future school.]
Ging:"…What if we add ghosts?"
Insert:"Why would we—"
Ging:"For the atmosphere. And practical jokes."
Insert:"…You just want to let Gastlies haunt the school."
Ging:"And?"
Insert:"…Alright, fine. But we make the ghosts useful."
Ging:"Like how?"
Insert:"They help the teachers. And act as warning systems for dumb students who wander into danger zones."
Ging:"…This is gonna be so much fun."
Insert:"For us? Yes. For the students? Questionable."