He wasn't just practicing his Godspeed; he was rewriting the code of his own movements. In the past, his lightning was chaotic, a byproduct of pain. Now, it was a deliberate choice. He visualized the blue energy flowing like liquid silk through his veins, cooling his nerves instead of burning them. Suddenly, a pebble shifted behind him.
"Ready to go?" Gon asked, pointing toward the horizon where the first hint of dawn threatened to bleach the stars. рџ’™ Killua [Revamp] Blue 128x
He looked back at his palms. The refinement meant he could hold the charge longer, staying in that hyper-focused state without the immediate crash. It was more than a power-up; it was a testament to his freedom. No longer a tool for the Zoldycks, his lightning was now a beacon—a steady, brilliant blue light guiding him toward his own path. He wasn't just practicing his Godspeed; he was