Chapter 121: Biscuit's Anxiety Continues

Biscuit explained why she and he had become master and apprentice... or rather, that Sora should learn to live honestly, even if only on the surface, instead of single-mindedly searching for Kurapika. "Trigger," Killua said faintly.

"Doesn't he have the idea of attracting the dead himself?"

"Ah, that was my own speculation. The thoughts of the dead have exhausted their strength to remain in this world, following those who have the same wavelength and can see them. He often clings to that girl who is always there. A state of 'rigidity'."

Bisque affirmed Killua's half-joking remark.

Faced with this affirmation, Killua looked at Bisque, not even stuttering, "Seriously, is that guy a hoihoi for dead people?!"

The words just now, half-joking meant half-serious; to be precise, the joking part should be the expectation of "I am going to make a joke."

"Sora's actions are to help Biscuit."

Gon was exhausted by the memories of Sora being obsessed with Sora, and Gon tried to change his expression so much that he didn't have the strength to say "I'm not that depressed" to the sympathy received from Killua. I mentioned the part that caught my attention.

"... Yeah. That child had already seen ghosts before having those eyes, so he shouldn't have made the usual mistakes, but his condition wasn't at its best, so I chased after him." Thinking that the "she" who suddenly fell was a real fall, I chased after her, rushed directly under where she fell, immediately covered her, pulled her, and threw her.

To Gon's words, Bisque replied in a tone that was a little less mentally exhausted.

The exhaustion had faded, but the story was cast in a faint shadow. It was the same shadow as when Sora cried and continued to apologize for the sins he could never forgive himself for.

It was a shadow of regret and guilt.

Realizing the identity of the shadow, not only Gon, but even Killua was puzzled.

Bisque realized that she was now dragged down by the emotions of those days, to the point where both of them realized it, laughed at her own immaturity, and began to speak.

"... That child, because Sora 'saved' me back then, and because he chose me and cut off 'her', that child gave up on searching for Kurapika.

... No. I won't give up. But he decided, 'I can't see you now,' believing he is still alive, he will survive, and praying he won't let go of what he shouldn't let go of, even if he isn't there. Not there. I stayed calm from the beginning."

Biscuit also immediately backed out, but the three words "I gave up" were the most abnormal thing for Sora.

Moreover, Kurapika was more important than anything; although he certainly hadn't given up on searching for Kurapika and seeing him again, he couldn't believe he had lowered the priority, the two children opened their eyes and said: lost.

Bisque, while resting her chin, watched the two's reactions and began to speak.

"Do you think this is strange? Well, obviously, isn't it?

That's why I can't let go of my sanity; it's better without it, even if it's the reason for my madness. I put it aside."

Even Bisque didn't understand why Sora didn't go to find Kurapika to study under him, but instead stayed by Bisque's side.

"Because I wanted to see him too much, I couldn't see him with Sora at the time.

After all, that child unknowingly let go of the 'thing' that made Sora unable to be Sora no matter how broken he was."

For Biscuit, these words were everything.

It was as if he had told him the reason for the relationship between him and Sora up to now, but Gon and Killua didn't understand what this meant, tilting their heads, and Biscuit continued to speak forward.

Until the end, I didn't know, so I continued talking about the "thing" Sora wanted to protect, even lowering the priority of "reuniting with Kurapika."

It was time to say it was already night.

In the private room of the General Ward, Sora, having finished dealing with the wounds caused by the failed i-can-fly on the second floor, sat quietly on the bed, being questioned by Biscuit who was standing with her arms crossed.

"Who are you?"

"A disciple of a shitty old magician, he came from another world, and his behavioral ethics are unqualified."

"Do you want to be thrown into the Isolation Ward again!?"

Bisque asked, while carrying an incredible sense of intimidation; she looked like a girl of about 12, but the person being asked questioned whether she was easy to dream about.

However, I knew clearly that the person answering wouldn't trust me completely like Kurapika, so I would continue my words expressionlessly.

"I'm not joking, nor am I making fun of you.

But regardless of whether what I say is true or you believe it's a delusion, the fact is that I can only say this now. It's easier for me to let others think I'm crazy than to say something that isn't common sense and then cover it up and find out I'm lying. Isn't it easier to say 'because I'm crazy'? Read too much into it?"

He didn't claim his story was true, nor did he make fun of Biscuit.

At the same time, "Maybe...", I almost believed Sora's story.

Of course, he immediately dismissed it as "stupid," but because Sora was so calm that even he himself thought "I can't believe it," so he didn't look like the kind of lunatic who believes in delusions. I thought, if I consider her many Spiritual Powers, similar to her Nen Ability, not as technology of this world, but as technology of a completely different world, I can explain it most coherently, and I cut it off many times. The thought "Maybe..." came to mind.

Biscuit ignored what came to mind, put on a reproachful look, and temporarily changed the subject.

"... If you're not joking, then that's fine for now.

Anyway, you have many things you want to ask, things you need to ask, and many procedures to go through, so first, swear that you won't run away again and will be quiet."

"Impossible."

"Promise me!"

"Don't you want that either?"

If you answer Biscuit's order directly and honestly, Biscuit will also get angry while venting her honest dissatisfaction, and Sora will also rush in in surprise.

Biscuit grabbed Sora's collar, expressing kindness while affirming, which contradicted her appearance.

"Of course. Have you forgotten many of the things you did?

I personally have many questions I want to clarify, but more importantly, I have learned not to have the heart to get involved with you. Although I was warned, because you were the first Hunter involved, I found out your identity and so on, and I was ordered to monitor you until a disposition is decided.

Honestly, I regret chasing him during the day."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry."

Although he was dismissive of his own actions, he was genuinely sorry for causing trouble and inconvenience, so even though he was being squeezed, Sora apologized.

But of course, Biscuit's anger would not subside with the degree of the apology.

"Oh! What on earth are you?!

If you didn't intend to run away, why didn't you run away in broad daylight?! Why, after that 'Dead Spirit' disappeared, did you still meekly let me catch you, and now you've been treated?! If I had run away again at that time, I would have made excuses for my escape because I was distracted by the thoughts of the dead!!"

Bisque let go of Sora's chest, turning her frustration into words and venting, while scratching her head.

Not just frustration, but pure confusion was thrown out at the same time.

That "Death God" that Biscuit seemed to have stepped on during the day had disappeared without a trace, and he couldn't speak.

Due to her long history as a Hunter, Bisque also had some experience with the spirits of the dead.

Judging from this experience, I, who stepped on it, was not affected in any way, and I had no malice whatsoever. I am certain that this was not a spirit of the dead created for some purpose, but a spirit created for some purpose. A spirit of the dead created by chance, a Ghost.

Perhaps this is the type that often appears in ghost stories, where you repeat your own death over and over, not even realizing that you are already dead.

If someone were to see it, they might get emotional, but since this person themselves has no intention of doing anything to anyone, Biscuit judged that they are a harmless type, so to speak.

Thus, Biscuit reported it to the Association with some feelings, but the Association made the same judgment after hearing Biscuit's story, and was told that they did not consider it dangerous and that there was no need to do anything.

Even from the Association's perspective, even a Nen user cannot see it unless they are very careful. Well, for so-called "Psychics," it would be unlucky if they witnessed Dead Nen, and the Dead Nen would become worse, losing a few exorcists, so this decision is reasonable.

The "danger" the Association must prioritize is Sora Shikiori, that is, the living who only create mysteries, not the dead who do not know they are dead.

For the time being, the information Biscuit reported to the Association regarding Sora was not a lie, but it did not tell the whole truth either; it was a rather mild version of the facts.

The reason I made that report was because I thought the more Sora explained her abnormality, the more she would worry about Biscuit's brain, and I felt guilty toward Sora.

So I tried not to emphasize her abnormality and mystery, striving to shape her into "a person with self-defense capabilities who fought back after being attacked by a relative who was attacked by an unidentified person," but no matter how lightly she tried to make excuses, considering that nine criminals were brutally killed and the cause of death, Sora was naturally considered quite dangerous.

Fortunately, the Association Chairman, who is Biscuit's mentor, listened to Biscuit's story and realized that she might not have told the whole truth, but he did not go too far and told Biscuit to catch her and get rid of her. He managed not to issue any inhumane or radical instructions.

Undoubtedly, this was not out of humanitarian conscience, but precisely because he himself was fascinated by that person named Sora Shikiori. Even so, if a high-ranking official of a large organization thought it was truly dangerous, he would not. He would not issue such a cold order.

While Biscuit was protecting her for some reason, Netero trusted Biscuit and thought that this girl named Sora was just suspicious, not a villain.

That is why, in Netero's view, the order to monitor Sora in Biscuit's name might have meant "protect me," but the disciple herself abandoned Netero's trust and unusual kindness and took on that role. Thinking about giving up, I don't understand why the culprit who made me think this way is now silent.

Sora's room was moved from the Isolation Ward to the General Ward because both the hospital and Biscuit thought that keeping her locked up was useless, so it was better for her to escape than to break the bed and door again in a futile struggle. Because I thought it was better to do so.

To put it bluntly, even if Sora runs away next time, Biscuit has no intention of chasing her.

Judging from the exchanges so far, that extremely unstable emotion has somehow recovered, and Bisque's previous regret and guilt have completely disappeared, with no Shadow and no trace.

So, for the current Biscuit, he has no reason to get involved with her other than curiosity, just wanting to unravel his slight doubts about Sora.

And that curiosity is far less than the anxiety accumulated by being swayed by her inexplicable words and actions when the woman's emotions recovered.

Leaving aside the decision to stop causing trouble, if she is still just willing to cause trouble, he does not want to get involved again, but that is Biscuit's true intention.

Of course, the person responsible for destroying Biscuit's relatively earnest wishes from all sides naturally did not know this and asked Biscuit without any apology.

"Ah, by the way, before I say it, can you tell me something about 'Dead Nen' and 'Nen Ability'?"

"It might be because I think of equal things and those that are similar but very different, and there seem to be many places where each other's recognition transcends one another."

Although I was annoyed by the culprit who easily let go of my anger and frustration, this was what Biscuit herself wanted to think about and say, so he sat down and gave me a short "just in case" lecture.

As is well known, Biscuit's "Nen Ability" and Sora's "Magic" are both "Magic" produced using one's own Life Force and Spiritual Energy. The crazy Sora Shikiori did not ask any irrelevant questions or object to Biscuit's explanation; he understood it almost completely on his first attempt.

Then, he stared at Biscuit, nodded deeply, and made a satisfied sound.

"Ah... yes, I understand. That's it."

"What are you convinced of?"

"No, now I finally understand that your appearance does not match your actual age, and you are an amazing person."

"Hmm?"

Sora immediately answered Biscuit's puzzled question, but hearing the answer made it even more mysterious.

The reason for the first half of the explanation is, "'Mata' is a technique that usually keeps the Flow of breath in the body, so those who master it can be much younger than ordinary people." I agree with this, but the second half is too ambiguous.

The content she said is also the content, but this girl spat out rude words, almost as naturally as breathing, but for some reason, she suddenly praised the other person so naturally, so rather than being happy, it was more like embarrassment; I felt embarrassed and didn't know how to react.

Especially when it comes to "cute" or "pretty," she is still very happy to accept Biscuit obediently, but when it comes to the heart, she may not be a bad person, but she is not a good person either. Because of this, I cannot truly understand Sora's impression of herself as "a great person."

"... What should I do to leave such an impression on me?"

"No, you understand my abnormality and trouble, although you find it troublesome, you just took me to the hospital like this and told me what I wanted to know; you are a good person in daily life. Jan."

However, Sora naturally said Biscuit's self-evaluation, making Biscuit blush in surprise.

It seems she owed Biscuit in her own way, whether to go back and change the story or put it back.

"So, why are you involved with the story of me appearing again!?"

Although I was shy, I understood why Sora would evaluate me as "an amazing person," but the biggest mystery was still deepening, so I pointed this out and asked.

To this question, Sora answered with a smile.

Laughing through her nose.

He spoke mockingly of someone who was not here, not Biscuit.

"'Nen Ability' is basically a generation's ability, so it's amazing. After all, it's a completely different technique from 'Magic,' although it is essentially the same."

First, without answering Biscuit's question, Sora said her true impression and then answered.

Why did he want to know why Biscuit's appearance and him being a good person were equivalent? And answered why this is a premise that can never be connected.

"'Magic' is something learned through a series of bloody pilgrimages. And to use magic, you need a Pseudo-Nerve called a 'Magic Circuit,' but this is not something that exists from the beginning; it is man-made. Originally, humans did not have them; they should have been unnecessary organs, so if no measures were taken, they should have degenerated and disappeared as generations passed."

In order to strengthen and increase this "unnaturalness," "Magicians" adjust and transform their children before they are born. As a Magician, this is a matter of course.

"... Such things are normal. As the Magic Circuit becomes stronger, the original physical functions are squeezed and reduced. Whether the child is paralyzed or their lifespan is shortened, the amount of Mana increases. If the power is improved, then cheer; the 'Magician' is someone who undoubtedly believes this is the greatest love he can give his child."

While mocking the "Magician," he explained the biggest difference between "Nen Ability" and "Magic," which is the cognitive part they are most similar in.

Looking at the speechless Biscuit, Sora chuckled again.

Regarding the overly selfish "love" he spoke of, he smiled enviously at Biscuit, who was backing away as if saying "I can't believe what Sora said," and finally answered Biscuit's question.

"If a creature called a Magician takes his own 'love' for granted and is obsessed with his own youth and beauty, what do you think will happen?

Habitually obsessed with things forcibly obtained after the fact, he misunderstands that the Magic Circuit is proof of the chosen one. What do you think?

They think, 'If it is not discovered, this is not a crime.'"

Biscuit's face twitched even more, and regarding the state of the creature called "Magician," he answered and summarized.

"No matter how many times you ask, this answer will not change from the beginning."

"If you believe the first story, you will be even more confused. You are also a 'Magician,' aren't you? If you ask me, you can't talk about me... the idiot with a not-so-good-looking past is painful.

... However, do you call yourself a 'Magician'?"

To the question that returned to Biscuit's starting point, Sora answered with a smile.

While stunned by her reaction, while speaking, the memories he had forgotten came back to life; Biscuit narrowed her eyes in pain and opened her mouth to ask again.

I cannot believe Sora's story, even if I separate it from the common sense I know.

It is not unbelievable that someone would do such a thing. On the contrary, Biscuit knows people who can deal with such things calmly. I have already seen it until I am tired of despair.

What makes me unable to believe it is that if what she says is true, I would have no doubt that transforming my children into creatures different from humans, thereby shortening their lifespans, is "love." Just like the creatures.

This girl who cries and apologizes over and over for a sin she can never forgive herself for in her entire life.

No matter how many sins she carries, no matter how deeply she is pressed by the heavy weight of those sins, she is trying to move forward.

Knowing the weight of life and the depth of the sin of taking a life, a person who does not defend their dirty hands by saying they are protecting others besides themselves is the existence of a "Magician." I cannot believe it.

If she really is the Magician she claims to be, then she herself is well worth saving.

Biscuit, even if he feels disgusted, it is only temporary.

I may never be able to get rid of it in my life, and even if I usually forget it, I don't have to carry the regrets and guilt that torment me from time to time.

But... Sora answered Biscuit's question with a smile.

She said it with a gentle smile and lowered eyebrows, like an adult trying to convince a child that they cannot fulfill their wishes.

"That's right. I think I am a Magician."

"No matter how much I am a Magician, even if I don't know those guys, I was born and raised in the world of Wizards... so... I am not a 'normal person.' I think I am the person furthest from normal."

He affirmed himself as a "Magician" by denying the question Biscuit wanted to deny and the denial he pretended was the question.

Accept.

But I will not give up.

"... Hey. What is your name?"

I had nothing to say to Sora's answer; I did not have enough information to refute it, and most importantly, I knew from the beginning that this girl was not a "normal person," and Biscuit is the person I cannot deny the most. Sora suddenly changed the subject again.

Do you still want to ask me this? That's what I thought, but now that I think about it, I realize I have been missing the right time for self-introduction.

"... Biscuit Krueger. If you want to call me, Biscuit is fine."

"That's right. It's a great name, one you can't forgive unless you're a child. Of course, you can't go back to the way you were."

"Don't fight suddenly!!"

When Biscuit introduced herself, he said he was too rude, as if he were breathing, and shattered Biscuit's guilt.

She is also the one who brought it back after destroying it.

Neither of them did it because they wanted to, but it seemed to be a natural way.

At that time, Sora had no room to think, "I don't want to make people worry," or "I don't want to show my weakness."

However, I don't remember how long it took me to realize that I was just saying everything I wanted to say because I didn't have time to lie.

"Hey, Mr. Biscuit."

It was this word that became a wound of guilt that could not be forgotten even if one wanted to remember.

"Teach me how to live."

She stared straight into her sky-colored eyes, hoping it was Biscuit.

I want you to teach me how to live in a world full of "death."

This is what I want to know about Biscuit.

Neither the tone nor the atmosphere was indifferent, nor was there any passion driven to pleading or begging.

However, Biscuit avoided his gaze, because his unfathomable eyes looked straight ahead, as if they could see through everything, making him feel uncomfortable.

"... What are you talking about?"

"That's it. Even if I treat other worlds and such as facts or delusions, I am crazy; I don't know if the common sense of this world is true. I cannot live like that. That is now."

"Either I die, or I kill others, so I want you to teach me how to live in this world, sticking to a position close to sanity, standing still."

Even for Biscuit's honest answer, Sora still answered indifferently.

On the contrary, those easy words made me understand that although he had no passion, he had no intention of retreating or giving up.

So, I put my answer aside for a moment, only picked up the part of Sora's statement that caught my attention, and continued my question.

"You didn't mean to be quiet, did you? You aren't going to escape from the hospital again to find Kurapika or anyone else, are you?"

"I didn't mean to be obedient, but the reason isn't Kurapika... Sorry Kurapika, but I'm going to make that girl wait a while."

"Now... if I am the me of now, I won't be able to see her. I can't see that girl, which is why I asked you."

Biscuit returning to the simple question at the beginning seemed to lead to Sora's request; after postponing the search for an answer, Biscuit opened her eyes wide and returned to the turning Sora.

Whether it was Biscuit's thoughts that made him lose meaning again, or he just wanted to talk, Sora was indeed completely devoid of passion, made up his mind, and decided to speak indifferently.

"I told you, I haven't given up on looking for Kurapika. I don't know how much Mr. Bisque knows about our side, but he is still alive, and we don't have to worry about him being injured, so he can go out. That is the conclusion."

"I put a treatment on her injured arm and let her escape; she is a dangerous girl with a low boiling point, but she isn't stupid enough to repeat the same mistake. Think about it carefully, it's not dangerous not to do so. I can't protect it now, so I'm sorry, but I'm just putting it off until later."

First of all, Kurapika explained why Biscuit wasn't as worried as he imagined, and I was generally satisfied with that.

When Sara and Sora talked about not only treating the injured arm but also connecting it together, I wondered again, "Who are you?"

It is unbelievable that even a very high-level healer could do it, but if that is the premise, then it is easy to understand why they couldn't find the body of a boy named Kurapika, or the body of a boy with a severely injured arm. First of all, listen to the story, don't add unnecessary chatter.

"To be honest, it's a pity to talk to Mr. Bisque like this, so I want to go find Kurapika now. I want to see him. I believe he is safe, but I want to ensure his safety and my own. Eyes. I want to tell you that I am still alive and I am fine."

"... But I can't do it. If it's the me of now, I can't do it like this. That girl is also the naive type, she should know nothing about Nen Ability, so she is useless. I feel sorry for Mr. Biscuit, but you are the right person."

So, please, Mr. Biscuit.

Teach me your Nen Ability. If I don't do this, I can easily open my 'If I don't kill, I will be killed,' 'If I don't kill, I cannot protect' switch. I can't help it. I don't know."

"I have deviated from the route, I cannot go back at this speed, I don't know how to go back, so please give me the strength to protect the people I want to protect without killing anyone."

I want to become stronger.

Even with both arms injured, Sora sought strength from Biscuit, despite the fact that even Biscuit was pushed to the Wall, so much so that his instinctive alarm bells would not stop ringing that he would be "killed."

Although he didn't want to kill anyone anymore, he didn't refuse to fight, but asked on the premise of continuing to fight.

If I don't fight, I can't get it; I know I have to fight to protect, so I want to become stronger.

For Biscuit, the question that should have been used to buy time and refuse to answer instead forced him to wait.

I understand what kind of thoughts she had that made her delay her beloved.

Is this idiot who continues to charge headlong into the diagonal, and that pure and innocent girl from two days ago, even one who was heavy with sin, the same person? I seriously doubt this, but I am certain that it is absolutely the same person.

She still did not defend her crimes. They faced each other and carried it on their backs.

This is why he delayed the "reunion with Kurapika" he desired most, and sought a way to become stronger to avoid committing the same mistakes and sins.

Biscuit did not know this was a punishment, but at the same time, she, who could not forgive herself, allowed herself this one happiness.

She was broken longer than Biscuit imagined. More than Biscuit thought, he was too crazy, without redemption.

Because I affirmed her.

No matter how crazy or broken I am, I firmly believe that if I can live like this, it is enough.

Because he told me that this madness is my redemption.

No matter how many sins you commit, as long as you are alive, you can be saved. Because I am happy.

This is why someone wants me to live.

No matter how broken or crazy, as long as Sora is Sora, someone will live on, because he is saved, so the crazy Sora searches.

Even if you continue to face that sin, getting hurt and broken, you will never stop fighting.

Never stop protecting.

Even if it is something only you and he can find, no matter how broken and crazy you are, you can say Sora is Sora.

Do not let go. If I let go of her hand, even if Sora does not die, he will eventually become a lifeless existence.

So, in order to protect it alone, I wish I had an arm that could grasp it alone.

Biscuit naturally could not understand the meaning of Sora's wish and did not speak it out.

I couldn't help but say: "This way of life is stupid!" I knew that even if I stopped, it would be meaningless, so if I saw that it wouldn't stop even after saying it, it would be even more painful, so I couldn't say anything and remained silent.

Biscuit's silence was interpreted by Sora as "I won't accept it because it's no good for me."

With a dry feeling of an emotional theory that did not apply here, Bisque was reminded that Sora was the "Magician" who had once affirmed himself.

"Hey, Mr. Biscuit."

Sora said.

Making the midnight blue of his eyes look brand new.

"I can kill the thoughts of the dead."

"……Hm?"

Not knowing how many times it had come, he suddenly changed the subject.

But in Sora's view, this was a natural thing.

So as Sora spoke, he increased the brightness of his eyes, which had changed from midnight to royal blue.

"The 'ghosts' and 'evil spirits' I know are what you call 'Dead Nen', right? If you are attacked, you can only give up and think of it as a Disaster, right?

I, the killing height of the ancestor's reply, the world.

At least since I came to this world, I have already killed two of them.

... Hey. I, who can do this kind of thing, have scarcity value, don't I? No matter how mysterious and suspicious I am, I can sell it to the Hunter Association as a convenient cleaning tool, because it is suspicious, so the most troublesome things can all be hit.

Isn't this good for Mr. Biscuit?"

At first, I couldn't understand what he was saying, so I just listened to Sora's story and watched Sora's eyes change color.

Thinking about it, I think I also had to ask about these eyes, looking at them with a feeling of evasion; although I hadn't heard more than half of the story, Sora's eyes had risen to sky blue, worthy of his name. When I saw it, a chill ran down my spine.

Just at the same time as the anomaly two days ago, something that recognized her as a "monster" caught a glimpse of her again, and Biscuit understood the words that should have been spoken without hesitation, immediately roaring at her: "Don't be stupid!!"

Sora, scolded by Biscuit, widened his sky-blue eyes.

That dumbfounded face was truly chilling.

I don't like Sora's expression, and I don't understand what he is angry about in Sora's remarks.

This is why Biscuit kept hitting Sora with whatever words his damn brain came up with.

"What do you really want?! I people you say you are a good person, yet you ask me to sell you to the top!? To you, a 'good person' is someone who can do this kind of thing without hesitation!?"

First of all, you want to see that guy Kurapika, right? You said you wanted to be strong so you could meet him, but why did you choose a path where you can only see the future, being worn in a collar, locked in a cage, and used as much as possible? The reason!?"

What on earth do you want!!"

Even though Biscuit scolded him with violent momentum, Sora showed no signs of fear or embarrassment.

Of course, she even smiled without thinking.

"Aha! Mr. Biscuit is dishonest, but he really is a good person."

"Noisy! I don't want you to say that alone!!"

Feeling the frustration that the conversation seemed to be proceeding rather than engaging, Biscuit hit Sora's head relatively without reservation, but this woman didn't seem to be a Nen User, but was she just plain and strong? After a few seconds of pain from Biscuit's fist, she continued to smile with teary eyes.

"No, I'm sorry. Of course, just now it was more like an insult to Mr. Biscuit, I'm really sorry."

While laughing, I sincerely admitted and apologized for the first half of the condemnation of Biscuit.

For Biscuit, the irrelevant part. Although he regretted and apologized for the part that was just an excuse to stop her from saying "don't do that," he honestly admitted the true intention of Bisque stopping him from doing so in the second half. It was precisely because he was there that he neither apologized nor withdrew.

"However, if you don't really express 'merit' to me like this, Mr. Bisque might become my watcher for the rest of your life, right?

Claiming to be from another world is my delusion, and even if my identity and profession are revealed, I never know what happened; it's not like how a person is treated.

In that case, it's not good for either of us, so if my Corruption relationship continues, if I show my utility value, I think there will be an excuse to teach more bombs to dangerous people, such as Nen Ability.

Yes, after all, I was only thinking of myself. I'm really sorry, Mr. Bisque."

Even if Biscuit said nothing, Sora knew very well that his proposal would lead to him being tied up to consume his own future.

And I know that if there is no proposal, I will no longer be allowed to be free.

Just as Sora said, it would be fine if things continued as they are now, but for the rest of Sora's life, he would be under house arrest and monitored by Biscuit or other Hunters.

And this is truly the best outcome.

The highest probability is that you will be labeled a criminal for some reason and disposed of.

As long as her identity is unknown—and even if it were known, she has people in her family who can exert powerful pressure on the Hunter Association—otherwise, she would not refuse anything. The price issued under the excuse of "just in case" is too high.

In this situation, the excuse for disposal is already sufficient.

If she really wants to see Kurapika, if she wants to become stronger, if she wants to survive, that is certainly better than fleeing here. Indeed, it is better to sell the useful value and benefits of the one named Sora to the Hunter Association.

Biscuit immediately regretted the words she had spoken, blood flowing like a fountain.

In the end, I was just reminded that my wish would not come true.

Even so, Biscuit turned her back on Sora, her manner of speaking like someone struggling.

"You are so foolish."

Just like Sora, this is not just because you haven't given up. Just because you haven't given up doesn't mean you are cutting things off.

So I am not eating biscuits for Sora, but for myself.

"First of all, do you think your claims are believable? No one will take your claims seriously, whether you are from another world or a poker-faced Magician."

Even if you aren't serious, they understand your danger, so they won't say 'then give it a try.' You are trapped somewhere without being heard or seen."

He told her that if her own wish did not come true, Sora's wish would not come true either.

"So, if you are going to say something foolish, you would rather be like that idiot who seems in a hurry to die. 'I don't know anything. I don't want to use my Hatsu power again because I'm scared.'"

"As for the art of survival, being weak is easier and smarter than being strong."

Biscuit did not say it was useful, nor did she let him say it was useless; instead, as if avoiding Sora, she passed by Sora who was sitting on the bed and approached the window behind her.

Precisely because he has given up, he will at least choose a peaceful path; it is nothing more than a passive hope.

This is the same as having no freedom, but if it is judged that you are weaker than imagined and pose no danger, perhaps house arrest and monitoring will not be so strict. One day, it might be judged as "dangerous and worthless" and you might be released.

At least she has a better chance of surviving than by showing utility. I think this is better than being known for one's practical value and being used up.

It is clear that "better" is not for Sora, but for Biscuit.

Nevertheless, Biscuit spoke as if he were insisting.

"... First of all, what is the Nen that kills people? If it isn't that, I simply cannot believe it."

"You, who know nothing about Nen, can you delete it? Are you saying you are an abolitionist, which is said to be harder than finding a yeti? It is simply unbelievable, and even more incredible is that I have already performed two recollections of the dead; even for such a master of recollection, this is almost impossible."

I cannot believe I am speaking like this now. Utility value, merit. Biscuit approached carelessly, trying to pull the curtains, telling him that the more one insists on such things, the more dangerous it becomes.

Just then, Sora, looking back at Biscuit's back, clearly saw in the mirror-like window the way he was about to fall and stand up.

The stiffness on Biscuit's face was not caused by Sora's movements behind her. On the contrary, this was also the reason why Sora stood up with wide eyes and a ferocious expression and rushed over.

It was dark outside, and the lights in the room made the window almost like a mirror, making it hard to see outside, but I could still see clearly.

Thick, shiny, jet-black long hair curled, dyeing the pitch-black window even darker.

Too thin, the white limbs reminiscent of a lily struggling in the air.

The complexion was pale and haggard; one could tell at a glance it was illness, not a disease, but even so, perhaps because of that, her beautiful face, which made one's spine chill, turned toward me, lips trembling as if pleading for something...

Looking at Biscuit and Sora, I could definitely see the falling woman.

Then, just as Sora walked to the window, a rumbling sound came.

The sound of something colliding, crushing, smashing, and breaking.

But no one came out.

A loud bang, but it seemed no one noticed the sound; doctors, nurses, and lightly injured patients did not come out, and people like us looking through the window out of curiosity—no one was watching.

No one noticed except us.

No one noticed the existence of that woman, who might have jumped from the hospital roof, crashed, limbs bent like an insect, head crushed.

"... Ms. Biscuit."

Sora asked Biscuit, and Biscuit continued to look down at the remains of such a pale woman.

"... At first you couldn't see it, right?"

Biscuit did not answer. Without answering, she used her small hands, her fingers, to touch her own eyes.

That action was enough of an answer for Sora.

So Sora continued to the next question.

This was a question that didn't need to be asked at all, but Sora asked it anyway.

"............ Now, are you 'focused'?"

Even Biscuit knew this question was meaningless. I know, but she didn't have the strength to say "don't ask the obvious," Biscuit just shook her head slightly.

To this overly obvious and meaningless answer, Sora just replied "Yes," and shifted his gaze back to below the window.

There was nothing there anymore.

Let alone the woman's crushed corpse, there was no evidence that the woman had crashed.

"... Ms. Biscuit."

"Although I delayed going to find Kurapika, the reason I am not docile is 'her'."

He, along with Biscuit, continued to look down at where "she" should have been, where she had fallen.

"Biscuit, you must be worried about me in your own way, but this is impossible."

"'She' realized she could be seen by me. Biscuit saw it too. You have realized you can see it, you have realized its existence, you have recognized its existence, so even if you stop 'gazing,' you can still see 'her'."

"I'm sorry, Ms. Biscuit. You are no longer irrelevant."

He spoke as if he understood "her" better than Biscuit, as well as the mindset of the dead who had fallen to their deaths multiple times, and apologized.

Despite the apology, she still refused to give up. Unwavering. Not giving up.

"So, you must report 'her' to the Association no matter what."

"I did not run away, because I must help 'her'."

The next day, when Bisque explained to the hospital director and the doctor what he had seen yesterday, Bisque's expression turned bitter as expected, and they told him implicitly: "Do not cause me any more trouble."

Since Sora had already brought a lot of trouble to this hospital, she naturally would have a reaction.

However, only some of the doctors and nurses had their expressions change after hearing Biscuit's story.

They were the psychiatrists and nurses.

The story of the "female ghost falling from a building" seen during the day and night yesterday sounded like an ordinary ghost story.

Considering the location of the hospital, such stories were endless, and regardless of whether the doctors and nurses believed in ghosts or not, no one would think twice about such a mediocre ghost story.

They shouldn't have let their faces look so bad, but they were clearly confused and frightened by Biscuit's story.

Biscuit certainly did not miss their reactions and listened.

With my status and privilege as a Hunter, I had to lower my body to listen to the story of a patient and the nurse in charge of the patient.

About six months ago, a patient who came to the psychiatric clinic complained: "I see a woman falling to her death in front of me every day."

Whenever and wherever, for example, when you open the window to look outside, or when you go out for a walk, a woman who seems to be the same person falls in front of you, hits the ground, and dies. I have been complaining about this.

Of course, this was not a real woman.

The corpse that smashed into the ground always disappeared in less than a minute, leaving not a trace of blood, and after the woman fell to the ground, no one except me seemed to make a fuss about the woman's death.

Most importantly, the patient said, even if they were walking on a road without tall buildings or trees, she had already fallen in front of them, so even if they didn't want to admit it, this was not reality. I had to admit it.

If that woman was not real, there were two possibilities.

A ghost or a delusion caused by my own mental derangement.

Not knowing if he didn't believe in the existence of ghosts, or if he thought being crazy was better than ghosts, he decided on the latter and went to a psychiatric hospital.

She received psychological counseling and was prescribed sedatives, but her symptoms did not improve. For a schizophrenic patient who believed in an outrageous delusion, he was a patient who had no symptoms other than "seeing a woman die in a car accident," so he was troubled.

The patient's neurosis became more and more serious, and in order to get rid of the delusion, he was pushed to the point of suicide, so I suggested he be hospitalized, and a scream rang out.

Some fellow patients were stunned, and the nurse caring for the patient was stunned.

She was waiting at the hospital entrance, worried that the patient hadn't arrived for the appointment on time and was late. Then, when I saw that the patient had arrived safely, I was relieved; I hadn't committed suicide on the way to the hospital, and I saw it too.

A woman falling between the patient and herself.

A person crashed in front of her, and she panicked, but she was a nurse after all. He immediately ran to the woman's side and shouted: "Save me!" I tried to save the woman's life.

... but her colleague did nothing. Before getting angry and upset, "What are you doing!?"

"What are you doing? Who are you trying to help?"

The patient said to her, and she was overwhelmed because she couldn't understand the meaning of her colleague's question.

At the same time as being surprised as if seeing something incredible, she was also relieved as if she had finally been saved.

"... Can you see it?"

After being told, I finally noticed.

The long-haired black-haired woman she was trying to save disappeared.

The woman's features, long jet-black hair, and limbs as slender as the patient's, were all the features of the "woman who fell to her death" mentioned by the patient in front of her.

Afterwards, the patient was hospitalized for a few days and then discharged, and has not been hospitalized since. After that day, the "woman who fell to her death" who kept appearing day after day stopped appearing.

A nurse went to the hospital to take over for the patient, and she had been hospitalized for three months.

The Isolation Ward that Sora escaped from, the place where Sora was during the day.

She was in a ward without windows.

She described symptoms exactly the same as the patient, equally unbearable. I begged, and it had been three months.

I was told that the room directly above where Sora stopped was her ward.

"It's not an infection, but a type that spreads from person to person."

After listening to the story of a psychiatric patient and a nurse that Bisque had heard, their symptoms were the same as the infected person, and Sora denied Bisque's impression of "infection."

"Well, to be precise, that's it. Originally, the patient who was the source of the infection did not see that 'woman who died in a car accident' when she should have been handed over to the nurse."

Biscuit also agreed with Sora's words and raised her head.

At night, in the hospital courtyard, the sky.

Waiting to fall.

"Yeah. Maybe she isn't crashing over and over again, not knowing where she is now, but she has a clear intention in doing so.

And, I don't have any malice at all, so there's no intention of Harassment either. That's why if you see someone else, will you turn to that person? Maybe you give up on it because it doesn't fit your purpose, or maybe you think it's pathetic to show it over and over again."

"I guess it also has a limit, it can only possess people who can see it."

When Sora talked about his empirical speculation about "ghosts" before coming to this world, Bisque supplemented these speculations with his knowledge of Nen Ability.

Sora replied: "Ah, I see." Then he crossed his arms Together, his left hand had recovered a lot, and his right hand was still in a cast.

He knew "just in case," but he couldn't tell if he was crazy or if he really didn't understand.

"Just like you said, I seem to be possessed by 'that', and from returning to the Hotel yesterday to coming to the hospital again today, I have been crushed in front of my eyes twice.

But I don't know what she wants to do, and before I could touch her, she disappeared, so I couldn't do anything.

... Although I have kept 'Nen' in mind for about 40 years, for 'that', I can't even do anything; it's a weak Nen, as the Nen of the dead, but how on earth did you do it... she already? This time you are going to 'kill' me, right?"

Just as Sora said last night, "she" appeared in front of Biscuit, as if he had met the conditions for "her" ability once he had seen it.

Sora should have seen it too, but Sora didn't seem to have seen it since last night; it seemed only Biscuit was possessed.

Considering the way the nurse was possessed, I thought if I transferred to another person, I wouldn't be able to see the possessed person by now, but considering Sora could see it in the ward last night, I don't know if it's because he didn't appear in front of his previous victims, but since Sora said "My eyes are specially made, so they are useless," Biscuit stopped thinking too deeply.

There is no problem even if I don't clarify these questions, so I will ignore it.

It's not just suspicion; I think it's fine to ignore the dead who crash in front of me many times.

It's fine to just ignore it. This kind of thought from the dead can only be harassed to this extent.

Of course, this is not a good feeling; it is the worst feeling, but Biscuit's physical and mental Training are both stronger than an ordinary person's, so she can ignore it.

I do not know her true identity or purpose, but as I said before, I have already guessed why she is following me, and I am confident that I am not wrong, so I do not have much anxiety about the unknown.

And Bisque also sensed that she had no Malice, so in Bisque's view, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Originally, even if it is called Dead's Nen, it is after all just a Nen Ability, so at that time, the possibility of invisibility was high.

Therefore, from Biscuit's perspective, it does not matter if it is good.

Until one day, someone other than me had the bad luck to see it, and "she" was transferred to that person.

Or, Biscuit could continue to ignore "her" repeated deaths until "her" aura was exhausted.

I am not the person who cannot ignore or overlook it.

Because Sora cannot leave her alone. I cannot ignore it.

So Biscuit just went on a date.

In order to completely negate Sora's words, "I can kill the Deadmind," Bisque accompanied him.

However, even after the third day of the date, this woman was still diagonally above me.

"Remember, about 40 years old, Mr. Bisque, how old are you?"

"Don't worry about all the unnecessary things, answer the question!!"

Thinking about it, Bisque had not yet told him her actual age, so Sora looking at Bisque was truly trembling, and while Bisque was twisting Sora's cheek, she gritted her teeth and said this; Sora's cheek was trembling without tension.

Sure enough, this attack was more painful than a punch; Sora apologized while making beeping sounds, and answered while rubbing his liberated cheek.

However, even if this woman answered seriously and honestly, the answer itself was still tilted.

"Ouch... Ms. Bisque. I have no intention of killing her."

"Hm?"

Hearing the reason for letting Sora come here, let alone his own remarks, Biscuit made veins appear on her temple, glaring at him as if saying, "What did you just say?" He tilted his head and continued.

"Didn't I tell you? 'Help her.' I don't remember saying 'kill her'."

Hearing this, Biscuit was stunned for a moment, then as if remembering, she looked away somewhat awkwardly.

In all fairness, Sora had once said he could "kill the dead," but that was only for the benefit of selling it to the Hunter Association; he had never said "kill" to her.

Biscuit remembered saying "I will come to help you," and while feeling embarrassed about her own misunderstanding, she shouted, "What on earth are you going to do!?"

"What will you do..."

Under Biscuit's strong opposition, Sora seemed even more troubled, "Why are you asking such a question?".

Also pay attention to Biscuit.

A Shadow appeared on the ground.

The moonlight shone brightly.

The black hair hanging down to the thighs fluttered in the Wind.

The pure white long hospital gown was like a dress, and the hem was also fluttering.

Both were like the wings of a butterfly.

Otherwise, it was inexplicable.

I cannot explain why she was floating in the night sky.

She must be the same.

She floated with a vague, dreamlike face.

And when that crazy face looked down at the earth, it suddenly fell, as if the thin thread hanging in the sky had broken.

Because I realized I was floating, I could only see it as if I had already fallen.

Because she was dreaming, because she was dreaming, because she believed it was a dream, she crashed.

Sora ran toward the fallen woman.

"!? Sora!?"

Ignoring Biscuit's mixed angry and worried shout, "What are you doing again!?" he jumped up.

"Are you serious!?"

Biscuit could no longer say, "You're an idiot, right?"

That Deadmind woman seemed to be about to fall to the ground, confused, as if saying "What?".

Sora knocked the woman down and tried to catch her before she hit the ground.

Just as he said, Sora understood that she was not a living person, and tried to save her from the crash like a living opponent, even using his own body as a cushion to save her.

... But perhaps because Sora himself is a Magic user and not Nen, or because she repeatedly fell to her death, I don't know if it was because she was too weak to be helpless, but before she landed, Sora tried to catch her and jumped high to reduce the impact. Falling from your head.

Just like that, the woman who fell to her death yesterday and Sora, who hit his face on the ground and fainted in pain like Biscuit, a scene you don't know was completed just like that.

However, just having recovered from his own punch, Sora grabbed his nose and stood up immediately.

"No... really. Can't you touch me? Until now, I've been kicking normally, so this is unexpected. Until now, I guess it's because he was a person full of intent to hurt me?"

Sora's self-muttering made Biscuit convinced that what worried him was not his injury, but his head, and Sora was still sitting on the ground, truly ashamed of his failure. It made me feel uncomfortable.

"Mr. Bisque, I don't think I can catch her, so if she appears, can I throw Mr. Bisque?

Do your best to catch it."

"Is there any good reason!!"

Of course, Biscuit immediately rejected Sora's proposal.

Swayed by Sora's absurdity, Biscuit had already forgotten some basic things.

Biscuit completely forgot to deny the attempt to save the Deadmind.

Forget it, although there shouldn't be a reason for a date, I still went out with him.