Chapter 10: The World I Live In

About an hour after infiltrating the group, Kurt said to Sora.

"I can read the air."

The concern Kalluto had most, perhaps regarding Silva himself, was whether Sora would swear or insult other participants at the party while working as a Maid, thereby leaving a bad impression, but that was not the case. Unexpectedly, Sora had matured.

To all the men speaking to Sora, who had become the most beautiful of beauties in Kikyo's hands, Sora smiled and said, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

There was no follow-up statement like "I am satisfied with your feelings, but...", and simply saying that and refusing was not a way to treat her well, but Biscuit, who knew everything about her air-breaker, had a miraculously gentle reaction to the extent of screaming "Fake!?" when I saw it.

As expected, Kalluto did not know Sora to that extent, but even so, it was unexpected and shocking, so when I said it without thinking, Sora retorted with a displeased look.

"I am rude, not because I can't read the atmosphere, but because I read the atmosphere, listen to the end of the story, and always break the atmosphere as I please, picking only the interesting parts." The story and twisting it. It just bends and blurs.

"This is the worst."

Since the age of nine, he had received a very simple evaluation, with a look of genuine anger. Sora didn't seem to mind, just smiling.

"... It doesn't matter if you've been quiet. I'll be in contact with the target soon, so you stay quiet."

"Are you going to kill me here? Aren't there too many Witnesses?"

Kurt froze, reminding him to stay calm for a moment, and Sora glanced at Kurt's target, the organizer of the party, a burly old man chatting with participants, and asked.

When Kalluto said, "That's impossible," he countered, "If your goal is a chance to be alone, then contacting him is meaningless, isn't it?"

With this question, Sora somehow realized he hadn't been told the plan for how the target and Kalluto would be alone.

When I asked her if she had received news from her mother, Sora stared into the distance with indigo eyes and was told: "I've only heard about you and your brothers. I'm sorry," he apologized.

"Don't try to find a chance to be alone, just the two of you. I believe the culprit will be identified later, but I can't be public, so you wait for me to return, as quiet as before, wait for me to return, and you can leave here under the guidance of the Maid."

"Alone with the two of us?... Perhaps the focus of this job is Kalluto, not other family members... Is the target a piece of trash with that kind of hobby?"

At the minimal explanation for Kalluto, Sora made a suspicious expression for a moment, but he immediately twisted his face in disgust, as if he were answering himself.

"It seems to be a 'sadist' 'pedophile'. I wish I could endure orphans, but I kidnapped children I liked and brought them into the room with drugs in such a place. So in the end, the house, our home, I was asked, you are an impatient idiot."

Not knowing how much Kalluto understood of his words, he seemed to have known from the beginning, looking at the target with the cold eyes of a nine-year-old, coldly expressing his impression.

Sora did not respond to that impression, but instead asked an unexpected question.

"How old do you like him, and is he particular about gender?"

"Hmm?"

Kurt frowned and turned to look at Sora, who for some reason had already tasted the target's sexual desire.

Of course, Kalluto had no righteous indignation about not asking the child to be rude. Because of the nature of the work, he was often asked about such topics, so he had no impression other than "it's strange."

I was just irritated because I didn't want to be asked, because I was poked into my work with a bad kind of curiosity, but when I turned and looked up at Sora's face, what I was about to say disappeared.

Looking at the target with eyes colder than when he said "I'm an impatient idiot," Sora muttered to himself, perhaps not expecting a response from Kalluto. He finished speaking in a low voice.

"... Well, I don't care about that part."

"Kalluto. I will be the bait, or rather, I will go with you."

"Ah!?"

For some reason, the sound made inadvertently when deciding on his own conclusion was unreasonably loud, and although Kurt had been disqualified as an Assassin, he attracted attention in the Venue.

Ashamed and humiliated, he blushed, looked down, waited for the attention that had been focused on him to disappear, then lowered his voice to the limit and spat out angry complaints at Sora.

"What are you talking about!? Who told you to do that!? Your job was just to disguise me so I could stand out and look natural!"

Or do you think I will fail!? Don't lick it! It's more troublesome than this kind of work, and I've killed guys stronger than those fat, sloppy laymen! What you want to do is extra meddling!!"

"Yes, I know."

However, even though Kurt mocked him with teary eyes, Sora did not make excuses or apologize, nor did he try to justify his proposal by treating Kurt like a child.

With a wry smile, slightly embarrassed, he admitted that, as Kalluto said, it was "meddling."

But Sora was steadfast and unyielding.

"I know this is an insult to you, but I can't leave you in a situation where you are alone with your target.?"

"... Don't understand what you mean."

I could imagine rounding myself up with these words, and I was prepared to refute it, but I couldn't anticipate that he would try to stand up with his selfishness after admitting the intervention, and I could only say this to Kalluto.

However, Sora caught Kurt's words, as if very disappointed, seriously folded his arms, tilted his head, and thought deeply.

"What do you mean? Well, how should I put it..."

"Kalluto. Basically, I don't want to kill, but I don't have enough virtue to think that I would rather die than kill. Or rather, if I am in danger, even if I take over as your Bodyguard, I will not hesitate to use you as a shield and sacrifice you to survive."

There was an inexplicable story, trying to force completely unnecessary interference, but perhaps because it was a bit interesting, Kurt listened quietly to Sora's story.

I felt Sora's story was interesting because I felt it was unexpected.

I thought she was a hypocrite of "humanitarianism" that Kalluto could not understand, because she insisted that her father not kill her, and I was surprised to hear her say "give up."

It was just a surprise, but hearing that Kalluto was "abandoned" was not shocking. Instead, I felt a sense of closeness to her, but after all, this woman had nothing to do with the "Zoldyck Family" and "Kalluto."

"But, I really, really, really want to use it as my last resort. I really, really, really, really can't help it, and I hope it becomes a method only when my intuition is exposed and I struggle 'I don't want to die'. Yes."

"So it's impossible for me to endanger you here alone. Judging by your ability, it shouldn't be a big problem, but I don't know what kind of Certainty there is, so I'm afraid of being with you, the worst-case scenario that could have been avoided."

"At this point, if I just leave it at 'this has nothing to do with my work,' then the Obstacle to sacrificing someone might be greatly reduced. I hate that. I don't want to die, but I don't want to go down just because I didn't die. I want to live."

"... What exactly does that mean, I don't understand?"

Responding to Sora's explanation, this time he was not heartbroken, but speaking from the heart.

It wasn't that I didn't understand the meaning at all, but a theory that Kalluto couldn't understand.

Sora himself and I didn't quite understand, I knew it was just a baseless obsession, meaningless to others, so I smiled provocatively.

"Ahahaha, that's right. Well, this is my personal obsession, so it doesn't make any sense, but I just want you to understand that I won't give up and abandon. Or rather, if you don't give up, 'Hmm. I will hold Kalluto and let go. You will continue to interfere with my work, so be sure to give up.'"

"I really don't want to give up!!"

Sora, who was about to open his arms to hug Kalluto, threw himself into it as if in rebellion, and Kalluto sighed deeply. No matter how you look at it, it was a helpless sigh.

"I originally thought it would be troublesome to go back to the Venue and bring you back, so if you can just isolate us from the target, I won't come."

"Yes, okay."

Sora easily accepted Kalluto's Suggestion and reached out a hand to Kalluto.

Unlike before at the Venue, this time Kurt shook hands without a word of complaint. Because I calmly decided that if I were to approach that target in the context of siblings, it would be best to pretend to be a shy and clingy younger sister.

Just like that, the conversation finally stopped, and the target approached the drinks.

On the way, Kurt asked casually.

"To you, what is the difference between 'not dead' and 'alive'?"

I really asked casually about the part of Sora's reasoning I understood the least.

To Kalluto, the two were synonymous. If I dared to look for a difference, it was only the degree to which brain death corresponded to "not dead," so I was a bit worried.

"Actually, I don't know either."

However, the fact that the person who made the request did not know the truth weakened Kalluto, and Kalluto began to decline. Kalluto held back, glaring at Sora, but Sora still smiled coldly.

"However, there is one person who determined that 'I' have this kind of incomprehensible obsession, and that is 'Sora'. It only has meaning to that girl, it is nothing more than an obsession."

In response, Kurt pouted and turned to leave.

The target was already in front of me, so I shut my mouth and did not ask.

"Who is that boy?"

I could not ask if that person was Sora's "exception," or if he was in danger, even if that person would really be abandoned.

The question of why he asked such a question was erased, and Kalluto's thoughts switched to work mode.

If Sora failed, it wouldn't matter if he was warned, but I was worried I wouldn't become a victim of collateral damage, but that worry turned out to be unfounded.

According to him, he didn't fail to read the atmosphere, he just said he read the atmosphere and then ruined it, and didn't say anything abnormal like he did to himself and the Maid.

I was drunk and felt unwell, so I asked him to go somewhere else to rest. However, Sora, who had the somewhat childish girl-like facial features and figure, was enough in the strike zone, and on the surface, he still revealed a gentleman's concern. With a glance, he escorted the two from the Venue to a "place where one can rest."

I felt this Kalluto was not very interesting, just a little bit, because if I hadn't done it myself, things went more smoothly than I imagined.

In fact, Sora's fluency was because he used "Suggestion," which is the beginning of Magic, although it was very light, but of course most of the work was taken from Kalluto, there was no way to know this, and more importantly, the fact that the result was better than yours greatly hurt your self-esteem.

That is why I wanted to finish it as soon as possible.

I wanted to satisfy my pride as an "Assassin" by killing them vividly and skillfully. I wanted to end it as soon as possible and leave this woman's side as soon as possible.

For a Kalluto who had the fatal bad habit of killing the prey after it was killed, this thought was unusual.

Unknowingly, he had seriously lost his composure.

The target was guided to a "rest room" behind the Residence, quite far from the banquet Venue.

Although he escorted him like a gentleman, the man did not open the door himself, letting Sora open it.

Most of the exposed concrete floor and Wall were stained with red-black rust.

Scattered on the ground were restraints and torture devices, and several children who could barely breathe, their eyeballs as hollow as glass balls, were all covered in the same stains.

The only thought Kalluto had upon seeing the children was: "Oh, I wonder if this is also 'not dead'." Not even a trace of sympathy Emergence. Such scenes, such endings, I have seen many times.

Rather than such mundane matters, I was more concerned about why this kind of room was built in the basement, where sound and smell were not easy to leak out, but why on the first floor, it was ridiculously high, possibly through the atrium. Seeing the ceiling and windows were high, I was convinced.

By showing an unreachable exit, I would only fuel despair.

After the doubt was cleared, Kalluto looked back.

With a vulgar smile, I pushed the backs of Sora and the target, who had been brought to an unimaginable room and stopped thinking, and quickly locked it from the inside. That must have been the target's plan.

However, neither Kalluto nor Sora lived in a world of common sense to the extent that a sight of this scale would stop a person's thoughts.

Kurt turned and quickly stretched out his arm, intent on finishing the job as soon as possible.

"! Kalluto!!"

A voice that sounded like Sora scolding came, but I ignored it.

Cutting the heart as cleanly as his father and brothers was ideal, but Kalluto's hands were still small, so he could only pierce the heart with a Hand Sword.

Before the man's vulgar smile could turn into shock, he died expressionless.

Just like that, the task was complete.

After saying that, I wiped my hands, left the Venue with Sora, and returned to the car where Gotoh and the others were waiting.

I thought this was the end of everything.

For Kalluto, the humans here were only himself, the target, and Sora.

I could not see a broken child.

So I did not know where the killing intent that came from pulling my hand out of the man's chest actually came from.

For a moment, I glanced at Sora, who ignored my reprimand, and she stretched out her arm to wrap around Kurt's shoulders and hugged him.

Immediately after, Pop! A sound like a balloon bursting came from nearby.

"... I'm glad I was able to make it through, but somehow, you really pulled out the worst thing, Kalluto."

Sora spoke in the same light tone as before he came here, but her voice was clearly stiff.

Kurt did not understand.

Why was I protected by Sora? Why was Sora's left arm cut into pieces and covered in blood?

It looked a lot like the creepy "thing" that Big Brother sometimes displayed, I couldn't even breathe, I wanted to run away at any time, but I didn't know what it was.

I only knew who it came from.

"--Otosan..."

One of the broken children, facing Kurt and Sora, muttered after seeing the target die before his eyes.

Whether it is abuse or domestic violence, it is common for victims to blame themselves and protect the abuser.

The reason may be codependency, or it may be brainwashing, but on the surface, the victim treats the other party as a god to worship, just treating the abuser as a god, either despairing like losing their soul, or turning their hatred toward the person who stole their god.

Such a reaction is not uncommon for Kalluto.

This is why I am not surprised by the resentment of the child sitting across from me; he is almost naked, but so severely destroyed that I cannot tell if he is a girl or a boy.

This person does not know it himself, but if viewed from the side, Kalluto is the same.

No matter how much he is hurt, no matter how decisively he conveys each other's feelings, no matter how much he has masturbated the child, it is certain that this man is the child's "father."

It is not uncommon, so I know that if I kill the target here, the children might resent me, but every child in the room has a human form, not to mention spirit and body. It is destroyed, and no matter how I think about it, it cannot be my enemy.

So, I feel there is no need to change places, or kill the children first; I will just kill the target directly.

Kalluto's judgment was not wrong.

However, what Kalluto and Silva and the others did not expect was that one of the broken children happened to be a training of being abused and tortured by a man to open "Nen."

For Kalluto, who has not yet learned "Ten," such as after the "father's death," the "Nen" that was about to open suddenly cracked, and at the same time sublimated into "Departure" in a single Leap, although it was rough. There is no reason to know.

Kurt could not understand anything and stiffened in Sora's arms.

For those who do not know "Nen," for Kalluto who cannot even wear "Ten," this place filled with killing intent and hatred is like being naked in extreme cold.

Even so, Kurt would still be a better person. The aura emanating from the small child was so dangerous that if one were not good at it, it would not be surprising to be hit by this aura and be shaken.

"Father... Father... Father!!"

The child shouted for his father in a hoarse voice, as if chewing sand in his mouth. As if responding to that call, the aura was amplified.

From Kalluto's perspective, it could only be thought of as an unpleasant, trembling atmosphere that made one unable to breathe, but from Sora's perspective, there was a swirling aura strong enough to be understood as "Hard."

Perhaps the descendant's system is an Emitter system. Sora muttered to himself while watching the Aura pouring out from the child, separating a spherical shape from the pom-pom.

"... Although it's troublesome, in a sense, is the result okay?"

Sora glanced at his arm while holding Kurt tightly, his arm injured by the first ball that flew toward Kurt.

The bleeding was flashy because there were many wounds, but the depth of the wounds themselves was not a big problem. The problem was that although it should have been protected by "Ten," its attack power penetrated the armor.

It is unclear if he is aware of this, but it is safe to say that he may have endangered his life by imposing restrictions to boost his power.

With just one balloon possessing this kind of power, it would be difficult to guarantee Kurt's life, let alone Sora's, as dozens of increasing air masses were hit.

Sora's Gander is excellent as Harassment, but the power itself is only to the extent of being hit by a Hard Bullet, and the remaining bullets of Gem Magic are too few.

Sora decided that even if he tried to use the "Deadly Eye," even if one arm was injured or not, it would be impossible to kill so many Aura balls.

The crazy thought circuit that can continue to operate even if burned out speaks.

The child's goal is only to hate Kalluto. Just to abandon Kalluto and run away.

Sora agreed with this conclusion.

After agreeing, twist it off.

(You can still skip this Obstacle!!)

The aura pouring out from the child had weakened to the point of near dissipation. Sora reached out his blood-stained hand to tell the child that he intended to burn out his life, squeeze out his aura, and throw all his aura at his nemesis, Kalluto.

"If it's now, there's still time, give up, choose to live."

I don't know if I heard those words, if I heard them, if I didn't hear them, or if I refused after listening.

"■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■!!"

A shout that can only be described as a roar rather than a sound marked the opening of fire.

However, the child's killing intent was already too late for the woman, who survived in the double madness of "I don't want to die" and "I want to live."

By the time the child exhaled, Sora had already spoken.

"Come! Nine, so this, this stomach!!"

Hearing Sora's words, Kurt couldn't help but roll his eyes, looking at the exit behind him and the window near the ceiling, still held by Sora.

Some companions that neither she nor the Maid could perceive mistook it for reinforcements.

So I didn't observe Kalluto carefully.

I really couldn't see what happened.

"Break through the world!!"

Just in the child's roar, her command had already ended.

Even the believers who hadn't opened their Nen and couldn't remember "Nen" could see the scorching light ball; Sora's blood-stained left arm flashed, and a mass of momentum shot out toward them. Kalluto saw a light cut through the light ball.

Involuntarily forgetting the current situation, Kalluto was fascinated.

A ray of light cut through the light ball, and the light ball turned into small sparks of light and disappeared.

Not only the light ball, but even the wall was destroyed, and after that, there were stars in the sky and the pitch-black blue night sky.

Then, the weapon Sora wielded disappeared beautifully in the blink of an eye.

A club is the closest thing to describing it.

But to Kalluto, it was like a "Sword."

It looked like a Sword made of Jewels.

＊＊＊

"Are your wounds really okay? I'll introduce you to a skilled doctor."

"It's fine, there are many wounds and a lot of bleeding, but the nerves and arteries are all fine; I can do this level of treatment by myself."

Silva said this while Sora lifted his left arm, which was bandaged from his fingertips to his shoulder, showing a slightly apologetic and disappointed expression.

"Is that so? If there are any traces left, just tell me, and I will wholeheartedly take responsibility for the Zoldyck Family."

"If it is the responsibility of the Zoldyck Family to become your daughter-in-law, then even if I have aftereffects, I will never say anything..."

The day after finishing the work with Kalluto, Sora was chatting while receiving special treatment from the head of the Zoldyck Family, who sent him to the Trial Gate as an entrance.

Sora didn't care about such things, so he wanted to go home early to ensure safety from Illumi's life-threatening danger, but it was natural for the Zoldyck Family to help Kalluto against unexpected attacks from Nen users, but it was expensive. I got the evaluation, and conversely, it became difficult to return quickly.

"It's a pity, the Maids, this case didn't say anything, but they seem very dissatisfied, and now they all agree, so I think it's just right."

After all, if there was a chance, Silva was completely willing to marry her son, so Sora decided that no matter what he said, it would be useless, and used the trump card that couldn't be done to wrap up the story.

However, just as he was about to say "Well, thank you for your help" and leave, a Trial Gate opened, and a child jumped onto Sora's waist like a Bullet.

"Sora! Have you already gone home!?"

Kalluto, who stubbornly refused to call Sora by name in the car or at the party, clung tightly to Sora's waist like a normal child, obediently saying "Don't go home" or "Play with me." I didn't, but I sharpened my lips and stared at him with an upward gaze.

Sora's favorability seemed to have increased because he was saved.

Of course, he was happy about it, but Sora was usually drawn to a 9-year-old child who could even easily open a Testing Gate without knowing "just in case."

"Ah, yeah, if I stay here any longer, the eldest son will want me dead again, and it's about time anyway."

Mentioning the topic of Illumi, Kurt was slightly startled, but still unable to give up, he grabbed Sora's bandaged hand with his small hand and said.

"Sora. You are a murderer."

Silva widened his eyes at his youngest son's sudden assertion, and Sora also showed a similar reaction.

He just rolled his eyes and said nothing.

The pitch-black, large pupils looked back at those eyes, and the words continued.

"He said he didn't want to kill, but while helping us with work, he was an accomplice. In the end, it was Sora who killed that child."

Kalluto spoke bluntly about Sora's crimes.

Silva had wanted to stop these words, but stopped when he saw Sora's face.

Seeing Sora quietly looking down at Kalluto with midnight-blue eyes, showing no dissatisfaction with Kalluto's assertion, nor any sign of being hurt, made me think this was nothing more than unnecessary concern.

"……Still, does it matter?"

Kurt looked up at Sora and asked.

"Is that the guy who said you weren't the Sora who killed an important person?

If it were me... even if you are a murderer, I can call Sora 'Sora'. Not just me, my father, my mother, Brother Illumi, the reason Sora doesn't like him must be because he is a murderer, but he doesn't want to kill him. So... if you don't say it like that anymore, even Brother Illumi won't kill Sora.

Of course, Sora would rather be here than outside!! It would be best to get rid of that weird idea of 'not killing'!!"

"Kalluto."

Sora, who had been silently listening to Kalluto's story, finally spoke.

"Are you saying this because I 'killed' you?"

She didn't look angry or uncomfortable as usual, but she smiled.

A slightly awkward, bitter smile, like an adult struggling to get along with a child's selfishness, and just seeing that expression, Kurt couldn't even use his own words to pierce through her "obsession" and "me."

"Right? You are affirming me, because you were 'brought to life' by me, right?"

Kalluto remembered the helpless Wall.

Even after the same number of years, we cannot guarantee that we can reach the Obstacle between adults and children.

Sora knew everything about the feelings Kalluto was Hidden, rather than being honest.

"I am satisfied with your words.

You are right, I am a murderer after all, and it is hypocritical to say 'I don't want to kill.' Nevertheless, I would rather let someone live than kill them. Even if I killed a hundred people, if I saved just one, I would still live with the goal of saving people."

Even though he admitted his sins and understood that his obsession had failed time and time again, from Kalluto's perspective, this was nothing more than a painful and meaningless way of life, finding meaning in it and smiling.

No matter how many times I fail, even if there is no meaning now, I still believe that there will always be something shining in front of me. I know the identity of the annoyance.

(Ah, so that's it... Sora looks like Killua.)

Although he was only two years older than me, he was better than me in every way, but unlike Illumi, he was kind and good-natured.

Kalluto knew that what he had always longed for was not the bloody Pitch Darkness, but the endless warmth of the sun.

When Canary came to the mansion, Sora's smile was very similar to the smile Sora had when she was happy that a child of similar age came, saying, "Can we be friends?"

Killua and Sora might have more blood on them than Kalluto, but they were both people walking in search of light. I remembered.

"——Just as I thought, I really hate you."

Kurt bit his lip, tears in his eyes, just said this to Sora, opened the big door aggressively, and went home.

(Hate, hate! Hate!!)

I never longed for the light, but I certainly liked my brother's kindness, which was inconsistent with the darkness.

Just like my brother, even though we are close, even though we are the same, even though we carry the same sins, we should live in the same darkness, but under the light I cannot reach, just like my brother, I cannot reach... I couldn't help but hate Sora for leaving me behind.

Although he wanted to like her, Kurt kept cursing him, "I hate you," to Sora, who would not stay by his side.

... Even in Kalluto's mind, Sora was smiling bitterly.

Even in Kalluto's heart, she was not hurt by Kalluto's words.

"Kalluto."

After returning to the mansion, Silva called out to his youngest son, who was silently making a large amount of origami and paper cuttings in his room.

Kurt turned around, and his father handed him a small piece of paper.

I looked at my father and the paper with a phone number and words like an email address written on it, and asked, "Father, what is this?"

"This is Sora's contact information."

Kalluto widened his eyes at Silva's words.

Regardless of whether Sora was a beneficiary of Kalluto or a candidate for a wife, after all, he gave Sora's contact information to himself, a stranger, so this was an unbelievable phenomenon, and Kalluto's reaction was natural.

"Because I was too strict, Killua ran away from home. Well, Sora should be fine."

Silva answered with a bitter smile to Kalluto, who was so shocked he couldn't even say "Why."

For Silva, it was not a lie that he shouldn't always be whipped, but this was only a small part of the reason he provided Sora's contact information to Kalluto.

Most of the reason was because I wanted him to adapt to the Zoldyck family, because his eldest son would avoid this family, and he wanted to increase his relationship with someone he considered relatively favorable.

In the conversation in front of the gate, he realized how difficult it was to welcome Sora here, but at the same time, he knew that Kalluto was determined to live in the darkness rather than the light, and Sora insisted on her own... I also understood that this was a dry monster, even if she had connections with others, she would not force the same ideas, and even allowed murder "if it was good for people."

That's why I gave my contact information to Kalluto, and the result was just a judgment, "Well, there's no problem in having a personal relationship." There must be feelings, but this was also the first time in a dry monster that couldn't be called Sora.

Kalluto did not know such an adult's guess.

Such an adult's guess has nothing to do with Kalluto.

However, looking at the paper handed to him, Kalluto felt as if there was a hole in it.

Even if the worlds we live in are different

Even if you look in the opposite direction

Even if there is a boundary line that can never be crossed—

(... we can participate, connect, and talk)

This is a truth that can be reached, because it is a young and direct wish, without any calculations or secrets.

"Ah, Kalluto. Think about it, I won't be able to answer the phone at the beginning of January."

After Kurt thanked his father, and Silva obtained the contact information, he suddenly remembered Sora's lines and sent a message.

"What kind of work?"

As a Kalluto, I nodded normally, but felt a little worried inside, so I asked my father back, and Silva replied: "It seems he is going to take the Hunter Exam."

Two seconds after I was satisfied with the answer, I noticed a fact.

"... Father"

"? What happened?"

When I called out to my father who was about to leave the room, I turned around with a strange expression on my face. From his appearance, he realized that his father had forgotten something, and Kurt felt sympathy for Sora.

"Brother Illumi, are you going to take the exam this year too?"

".................. One"

I will probably explain later where Sora's "damn old man" comes from, so I would appreciate it if you could wait patiently.

You might think, "If you have this weapon, there is a limit to cheating!", but considering the power balance, the usability of this weapon is quite poor. At the very least, it is not something that can be easily taken out, nor is it something that can be fired repeatedly.

Well, the original episode, which is like an explanation of Sora's personality and settings, has ended for the time being. Starting from the next time, we will enter the Hunter Exam.

I would be grateful if you could look forward to it.