Pinned Tweet
.ΰ³ΰΏ*:ο½₯α
α
α
β CAIN, ANGRIEST HΜΆAΜΆRΜΆEΜΆMΜΆ PROTAG.
βββββββββ β Β·Λ ΰΌ
ββ blunt, protective, loyal, relentless, defiant, stubborn, self-sacrificing, brutal, combative, short-fused, awkward, tense, guarded, wary, resentful, restless. β¬ #MVRP
α
α
α
He clenched his fists, focusing on that strange sensation within him once more.
In his mind, he continued hammering away at the unruly Nen, forcing it against an imaginary wall before driving it into a confined space.
**FWOOSH...**
The aura surrounding his body began β
the remaining Nen into that confined space before slamming the door shut.
**FWOOOM!**
Suddenly, the aura surrounding Cain vanished.
The air became still.
No more energy spilled from his body. No more uncontrollable fluctuations. His Nen was finally contained.
"..."
Cain β
Cain stared at her.
"...Punch it?"
He blinked, looking genuinely perplexed.
For a moment, he simply stared before a crooked scowl returned to his face.
"Tch. Why the hell didn't you say that earlier?!"
He clenched his fists, closing his eyes as he tried to visualize his β
driving his fist into the leaking Nen, forcing it against an invisible wall before shoving it into a confined space.
The trembling in his arms began to subside ever so slightly.
"...Come on..."
His jaw tightened as he continued concentrating.
For the first time since Nasya β
Cain's head snapped toward her, his brows furrowing into an irritated scowl.
"I'VE BEEN TRYING THAT FOR LIKE 40 GODDAMN MINUTES...!!"
His voice was strained, but his frustration was unmistakable.
"You're the one who shoved this shit into me in the first place! How the hell β
am I supposed to know what I'm doing?! I just be punching things all the time...!"
He clenched his trembling fists, visibly struggling to maintain his concentration.
"...Tch!"
He tried to picture the bandage again, but the growing headache made it increasingly difficult to β
Several minutes had passed.
Cain remained seated, his fists clenched tightly as he struggled to contain the unfamiliar energy flowing through him.
"...Come on..."
His breathing had gradually become heavier. Sweat trickled down his forehead, while an intermittent tremor ran β
through his arms.
The Nen surrounding his body continued to spill outward, refusing to remain contained.
"Tch... Why the hell won't you..."
He swallowed, suddenly feeling a dull ache spreading behind his eyes. His concentration wavered, and his shoulders slumped momentarily β
Cain's scowl deepened.
"..."
He stared at the cloaked figure, completely unimpressed by its cheerful greeting.
"...Chump?"
His eyebrows twitched.
"Who the hell are you supposed to be?"
He folded his arms, eyeing the oversized top hat suspiciously.
"You're giving off some β
Cain glanced toward Nasya as she sat down, her gentle reassurance catching him off guard.
"...Huh?"
He looked away, his brows furrowing.
"Tch. Obviously. I know I can do it."
Despite the confident words, his concentration had been wavering. He glanced down at his hands β
again, taking a slow breath.
"..."
He tried to picture it once more. His Nen gathering around him, sealing itself in rather than leaking away.
"Come on... close..."π’
His fingers curled into fists.
For once, he wasn't trying to force it through sheer aggression. He was β


















