Ohird day of his stay, Larry found himself wandering through Antique Street, a bustling market known for its rare collectibles and historic artifacts. The street was lined with quaint stalls, each a variety of treasures—old s, relics from past civilizations, and even mysterious items rumored to have Nen properties. Larry's eyes fell on a white por pte, its surface adorned with intricate patterns resembling frost-covered branches. "Boss, I’ll take this one," Larry said, pointing at the pte after careful iion. The elderly vendor beamed and ed it up carefully.

  Larry had learhat many of the so-called "antiques" in the market were nothing more than clever fakes, but something about this pte intrigued him. Perhaps it was just an instinct hohrough his travels, or maybe his Neivity ig up on something unusual. Either way, he decided to trust his gut.

  Holding the delicate white pte he had just purchased. The intricate patterns on the surface resembled frost-covered branches, and under his focused gaze using "Gyo," a faint white Nen aura enveloped it.***Rhodes Memorial PteCrafted by Rhodes pany in 1655, extremely rare.***

  Larry’s eyebrows raised slightly. He remembered reading about these ptes in the Hunter Association archives—there was even a collector in the inal Hunter x Hunter series who was obsessed with colleg ptes from Rhodes pany, specifically from the years 1655 and 1657. As he examihe pte more closely, a soft, sweet voiterrupted his thoughts. “Excuse me, could I take a look at that pte?”

  Turning around, Larry was met with the sight of an adorable figure dressed in a pink rabbit-themed outfit. Her golden blonde hair plemented her white and pink rabbit ears, which twitched slightly as she leaned forward eagerly. The oversized, fluffy sleeves of her outfit and the tiny rabbit tail swaying behind her left no room for doubt—Piyon one of the Twelve Zodiacs of the Hunter Association, stood before him.

  Larry instantly reized her. She was a renowned a dot hunter, linguist, and transtor. Always seen with her phone in hand, she had a reputation for beiremely meticulous in her research. Despite the sudden approach, Larry remained calm and hahe orative pte over without hesitation. He couldn't imagine someone of Piyon's stature trying to scam him out of an antique. If anything, her presence here only firmed the authenticity of the pte.

  Piyon’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she examihe pte closely, running her fingers along the edges with a delicate touch. Her rabbit ears twitched rapidly, indig her deep focus. Without missing a beat, she pulled out her phone—a pink device adorned with rabbit ears, perfectly matg her outfit—and snapped several quick photos of the pte.

  Larry’s sharp gaze caught the unmistakable glow of Aura surrounding her phone.***Name: Piyth: BNen Ability: Materialization Abilities: Allows the materialization of a phoh self-determined appearance. Funs as a normal phone even without a work. Any photographed object be analyzed by ihe more mysterious the object, the higher the Nen cost for analysis.***

  ‘So that phone is materialized by her Nen ability…’ Larry thought, watg her closely.

  This ability erfect match for her profession. It provided an edge in her field of historical research while also catering to her stao stay ected. As Piyon eagerly tapped on her phone s, presumably analyzing the pte, Larry sidered how the Hunter Associatioed their Zodiacs. Unlike ventional Nen users, strength wasn’t always the determining factor—it was their tributions and knowledge in their respective fields.

  Although Piyon’s strength was rated B, the same level as the ill-fated Neguro from the Karym Ruins, Larry uood the distin. Piyon’s Nen skills were vastly superior in their ht but cked direbat applications, unlike Neguro’s aggressive swarm-based abilities.

  ‘In a straight fight, Piyon wouldn't pose much of a threat, but uimating her would be a mistake.’ Larry recalled Hisoka’s assessment from the manga—Piyon was given a respectable score of 77, which spoke volumes about her potential despite her seemingly soft appearance.

  A moment ter, Piyon’s eyes widened, and she let out a small gasp. “This... this pte is authentic! It’s a 1655 Rhodes inal!” she excimed, barely taining her excitement.

  Larry smiled knowingly. “I thought it looked iing. Seems I picked up something valuable.”

  Piyon nodded enthusiastically, still tapping away on her phone. “Do you have any idea how rare this is? These ptes are part of aremely limited colle, and I’ve been looking for one fes!” She hesitated for a moment, then looked at Larry with a pleading expression. “Would you sider selling it to me? I’ll pay handsomely, of course!”

  Larry chuckled. “Sorry, I’m not really looking to sell. I bought it because it caught my eye, and now I’m even more curious about it.”

  Piyon pouted slightly but nodded in uanding. “Well... if you ever ge your mind, let me know. I’d be willing to trade something valuable for it.”

  Larry couldn’t help but wonder why Piyon, one of the Zodiacs, was in Solvren City. “Are you here for the ruins?” he asked casually, her rea.

  She blinked in surprise but then smiled. “You’re sharp. Yes, I came to iigate the Solvren Ruins. There’s been talk that a relio one of the Seveies of the World—Water Gze—might be hidden inside.”

  Larry's i iqued. He had heard simir rumors and was already pnning to explore the ruins himself. “Well,” Larry said with a smirk, “looks like we have the same destination.”

  Piyon’s eyes lit up. “Really? Are you pnning to explore the ruins too?”

  “I might be,” Larry replied nontly, slipping the orative pte into his bag.

  Piyon pondered for a moment before , “If you don’t mind, maybe we work together? I specialize in deciphering aexts and identifying relics, while you… seem pretty petent yourself.”

  Larry weighed his options. Having Piyon on board would undoubtedly make navigating the ruins easier, especially if they stumbled upon a inscriptions or traps. Her expertise could save him a lot of guesswork. “Alright,” he finally agreed. “Let’s see what the Solvren Ruins have in store for us.”

  Piyon beamed. “Great! But, uh... one dition.”

  Larry raised an eyebrow. “Let me guess—you’ll o take pictures of everything, right?”

  Piyon grinned sheepishly. “Of course! How else am I supposed to dot my findings?”

  Larry ughed aended his hand. “Deal.” As they shook hands, a sense of anticipation filled the air. With Piyon’s intelled Larry’s strength, they were bound to uncover something remarkable in the ruins.