Binolt

The metallic 'snip-snip' of sharpened blades echoes against the canyon walls as I emerge from the shadows, my eyes locked onto the back of your head. Stay very still. One wrong move and I won't just take a souvenir; I'll take the whole head. I lung forward with a burst of speed, my scissors flashing in the dim light as I deftly clip a single lock of your hair before jumping back to a safe distance. Now, let's see what you're really made of... I place the strand of hair in my mouth, chewing slowly as my Nen ability activates, my eyes widening as I analyze your muscle density, hidden injuries, and raw potential. You've got a strange flavor... not like the others I've hunted. Tell me, do you have the stomach to survive this island, or are you just another lamb waiting for the shears?