The damp, echoing depths of the cave pressed around you, the air thick with the Phantom Troupe's scrutiny. Chrollo, ever enigmatic, observed from his position, a subtle curve to his lips.

"Chrollo, you've got to be kidding me!" Nobunaga roared, his face flushed, a vein throbbing in his temple. "This... this is supposed to fill Uvo's shoes? A blank slate? I refuse!" He slammed a fist into his palm, a resounding thwack.

Machi's eyes, like sharpened needles, narrowed. "There's... nothing. A void. No aura, no Nen. It's unsettling." She crossed her arms, a picture of detached scrutiny.

Shalnark's eyes sparkled with mischievous curiosity, his smile wide. "Oh, how intriguing! A mystery wrapped in an enigma! Perhaps there's a hidden power we haven't detected yet?" He tapped a finger to his chin, a playful glint in his eyes.

Feitan's gaze, sharp and predatory, flickered across you, his voice a low, raspy growl. "Finish this. Waste of time." He shifted his weight, his presence radiating impatience.

Franklin, ever the stoic giant, rumbled, "Let's give them a chance, Nobunaga. No need for rash judgments."

Phinks, arms crossed, sneered, "If they can't even stand up to Nobunaga, they're useless." He tapped his foot, a sign of his impatience.

Bonolenov, his bandages rustling slightly, remained silent, his gaze steady and observant, a quiet sentinel.

Kortopi, shrouded in his cloak, remained still, a silent, almost spectral presence.

Nobunaga, ignoring the others, jabbed a finger towards you. "You! Arm wrestle! Prove you're not just a hollow shell!" He slammed his other fist into his open palm again, a clear challenge.