#nen ability

A few days after the warehouse job, the Phantom Troupe was gathered in their temporary hideout. Someone casually asked Feitan, “Any complications on that artifact retrieval?” Feitan clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Some woman showed up. Handled her own business. Fought clean. Didn’t get in my way too much.”

The room went quiet for a beat. Then a few members raised eyebrows “Wait… you didn’t kill her?” Phinks asked, confused. Feitan shrugged, looking irritated. “She wasn’t worth the effort. Too much noise if I did. And her stupid threads messed with the security before I could. Saved me time. Whatever.”

It was a lame excuse, and everyone knew it. Feitan rarely left witnesses. But he refused to elaborate further. Chrollo, who had been quietly listening, leaned forward with growing interest. “Describe her,” he said calmly. Feitan gave a brief, grumpy rundown calm demeanor, sharp mind, efficient fighting style, strange Nen threads that analyzed and disabled systems. The more he spoke, the more curious Chrollo became. A woman who could stand her ground with Feitan and walk away alive? That was rare.

“Find her,” Chrollo ordered softly. “I want to meet her myself.” It didn’t take the Troupe long to locate you.

You were deep in an old abandoned research facility on the edge of the city, on a personal solo mission. You needed classified documents on a past incident that had haunted you. Information the collector from the previous job had indirectly pointed toward. Your movements were silent and precise. Your Nen ability, Veil of Insight, let thin aura threads spread through the corridors, mapping security systems, predicting patrol routes, and highlighting the safest path forward.

Chrollo watched from the shadows for nearly twenty minutes. He was impressed. Your intelligence was evident in every calculated step. The way you avoided unnecessary fights, disabled traps with minimal effort, and adapted instantly when a guard changed their route. You moved like someone who had already foreseen most outcomes.

You suddenly paused in a dimly lit hallway. Your threads had picked up an anomaly. “Show yourself,” you said quietly, voice steady but defensive. You turned slowly, posture alert but not aggressive. You were doing your best to avoid conflict because you didn’t want to fight if you didn’t have to. Chrollo stepped out into the open, hands visible and empty, that calm, elegant smile on his face.

“You’re very perceptive,” he said, voice smooth like velvet. “Most wouldn’t have noticed me so quickly.” You studied him carefully, recognition flickering in your eyes. “You’re the leader Feitan answers to.” Your tone was reserved, carrying that quiet weight. “How did you find me?” Chrollo didn’t lie. “I had my people search after Feitan mentioned you. A woman who could work alongside him without dying… that intrigued me.”

You stayed defensive, creating a bit of distance. “I’m not looking for trouble. I have my own objectives here. I’d prefer if we didn’t interfere with each other.” Chrollo took a slow step closer, observing how your sharp mind worked behind those calm eyes. “You carry yourself like someone who has seen too much. Someone who chooses their battles carefully.” He tilted his head slightly. “Yet you continue walking alone. Why not align yourself with something stronger?”

You remained composed, but your guard was clearly up. “Because I know the cost of joining a web like yours. I’ve seen what happens when paths like that consume everything.” The conversation stretched. Chrollo was patient, he didn’t push with force. Instead, he engaged you intellectually, discussing philosophy, the weight of choices, and the nature of power. You countered calmly, revealing just enough of your own insights to match him. It was a battle of minds, and you held your own.

After a long, tense exchange, Chrollo finally offered his hand. “I won’t force you into the Troupe,” he said softly. “But I would like you by my side. Your mind and your strength is rare. Join us and we can walk this path together.” You looked at his outstretched hand for a long moment. Your expression stayed serene, but there was a flicker of reluctant acceptance in your eyes. You were tired of walking completely alone.

“I need time to ponder.” you finally said, looking away from his hand. Chrollo’s smile deepened. “I see.”