Chapter 14: Intermission: May You Be Happy

No one believed it.

The lives and gazes of my kin, the peaceful daily life, the faith in the people of my hometown—all were taken away.

It was eaten by a Twelve-Legged Spider.

But I was not strong enough, unable to trust anyone, living alone.

I really wanted to believe in it. I wanted to hold onto it tightly. I wanted you to help me.

(That such a fickle, spoiled version of myself managed to live alone for a year is truly a Miracle.)

Kurapika gave a bitter smile at his own childish stupidity, thinking this was someone else's problem.

Having lost his hometown, his kin, and his hope for the world and its people, with only a singular desire for revenge remaining, he survived alone and eventually fell into a slum with the worst public security.

Among those times, three years ago, I was dragged into a narrow alley with no pedestrians and pinned down.

Somewhere, someone saw the change in my eyes; that thug, who knew I was a survivor of the Kurta Tribe, hurt my young self, ready at any moment to gouge out my scarlet eyeballs that burned like Fire.

Although I had resisted and was tired of living, my heart had already given up, so I just watched quietly, unnoticed by anyone.

He blew away the thug pressing down on him with a shovel; what happened to the man holding the knife... I didn't know at the time, but he hit me with a gem full of Mana and saved me; I turned him into a fireball.

However, Kurapika, who was in the midst of distrust at the time, did not thank him for saving his life.

At first, I didn't even think I had been saved; I thought, "They are always aiming for my eyes anyway," so I picked up the knife the fire-man had dropped, intending to stab him in his unguarded back.

However, when the person blown away by the shovel got up and rushed toward her, the moment she saw her "eyes" at that time, Kurapika put down the knife he had picked up, his gaze simply following that figure.

I kept looking at those eyes.

Even with bare hands, she felt no fear at all; she cut off someone's arm as smoothly as a knife cutting through butter.

Kurapika no longer paid attention to anyone trying to kill him or steal his eyes.

While struggling to calm my heavy breathing, I looked at myself and asked, "Are you okay?"

I held it, held it, my face covered in tears.

I understood perfectly well that my eyes were different from those of the Kurta Tribe.

However, I saw those eyes that had changed from the night sky to a clear blue sky, those deep blue eyes that formed a sharp contrast with the fierce scarlet eyes.

Of course I had seen the faces of my kin.

That was the meeting between Kurapika and the "foreigner" Sora Shikiori.

The "current" Kurapika remained unnoticed, like a ghost, just watching his old self and his "benefactor."

Sora, who was suddenly crying and hugging me, was surprised, but didn't say anything in particular; he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me back.

She said, nodding "yes" to every incoherent word of mine.

He accepted my selfish request for help.

"Okay," he replied, while stroking Kurapika's head and giving him a hug.

"... But before that, I'm sorry. Please help me."

Seeing Sora collapse while speaking, my young self panicked and held my own head, which gave me a bit of a headache.

I remember she was a woman good at breaking the atmosphere without twisting it from the beginning, but when I calmly thought about her situation at the time, it didn't help me in many ways, and she cried and hugged me. I understood I couldn't afford the cost of a return.

(On the contrary, I feel sorry for forcing you to do so much, but... but I really wished you had collapsed without saying anything.)

Recalling that indescribable, subtle feeling from that time, Kurapika hoped he really didn't know if it was being presumptuous or humble.

After Sora collapsed, somehow, I brought him to the ruins where I was sleeping at the time and took care of him.

The current Kurapika looked at it, feeling like he wanted to kill his old self; he didn't want to lose the person he was sticking to, not because he owed him a debt, but because he saw the image of his kin in him one-sidedly.

At first, there was almost no gratitude for his help; he was so physically weak that he could barely drink water or accept solid food.

Kurapika only felt a sense of familiarity in his eyes, which had changed color just like his own, and he involuntarily attached himself to him.

I arbitrarily believed that I was in the same family as myself, and that I was in the same situation as myself.

However, this belief was self-evident and easily broken by Sora, who had recovered slightly.

"Beauty of the sun? I cheered up, thinking, 'Sora, tell that spoiled, stupid me again.'"

However, even though Sora went against Kurapika's current wishes, saying he only felt disappointed because of selfish expectations, he still smiled and stroked the young man's head, his face showing obvious dissatisfaction.

"Sorry, I am different from you."

I knew how unreasonable I was, how angry I was, and I said coarse words I shouldn't have said.

Even so, Sora didn't look angry at all.

"No, I'm sorry. I said 'okay,' but I didn't even say a witty remark, let alone help you."

Although it was after we finally reported our names, she was the person who cared about me the most; I couldn't believe she thought that way, so I asked her directly: "Why?"

"Hmm... I have always been helped by the people around me, so you are the first person to help others. When you asked me to help you, I thought I could be useful, I could live on."

Therefore, thank you.

Although it was given by him, Sora smiled and said it was Kurapika who gave it to him, thanking him for his help.

Seeing that smile, Kurapika changed from "someone like my kin" to a person named "Sora Shikiori."

These words made me very happy.

I like that smile.

By this time, she didn't know if she was too miserable, nor did she know she was the final blow.

Knowing this didn't change anything.

I hate being alone.

I cannot bear living alone.

I want to be Together with Sora forever.

The scene slowly changes.

Unknowingly, my attire is neater than it was three years ago when I first met Sora.

A few days after meeting Sora, they left the slums, went to an idyllic village, helped with farming and raising cattle, taught children to read, took meager wages, and traveled for reasons unknown. Relying on the kindness and sympathy of the villagers, they earned their food, clothing, housing, and transportation; Kurapika's expression has now softened somewhat, albeit slightly.

After meeting Kurapika and receiving Sora's care, Sora's movements after recovering strength were truly too fast and too strong.

"You will rot if you stay here," he said, pulling Kurapika's arm; if he didn't like it, he would pick him up and drive him out of the slums.

I don't like crowded places, and when I appealed that I couldn't live openly because I was a child and couldn't prove my identity, he said: "Because I come from another world, I have no common sense in this world, nor a family tree. That's right!!" And the provocation and speechlessness of that time are nostalgic.

If I asked about Sora's situation, he would tell me easily without worrying that he would be believed because of his tragic emotions, so I knew almost everything the day I met him.

By virtue of the extraordinary power of "Magic," not being a resident of this world, failing at "Magic" which is somewhat different from "Magic," he fell into an Abyss deeper than death and escaped from this world, as well as the superpower I gained from the side effects: "Instant Death Evil Eye."

Normally, the story would end with a carefully crafted illusion, but Kurapika believes everything Sora says.

He was born and raised in a village of the Kurta Tribe, and after leaving there, his view of humanity became narrow due to the massacre of the Kurta Tribe. Most importantly, the reason I believe this is "because this is what Sora said."

I have no doubts about what she says. It doesn't matter if it's a lie; I just want to believe.

Kurapika believes that everyone other than himself is a beast, targeting his own eyes; Sora has already gained God's trust, but Kurapika himself believes everything without a doubt. With a straight face, "Are you okay? Are you okay?"

By the way, he pulled Kurapika out of the slums, "If you stay in a place like this, you will rot." I also remember, the subtle feeling turned into shame.

Just as Sora said, he could not prove his identity as a Kurta Tribe child and knew nothing about the common sense of this world. Believing in Sora's weakness, Kurapika tried to rely on Sora alone.

Instead of distrusting everyone, relying only on oneself, trusting only one person, relying only on one person, and entrusting everything to that person, the action is synonymous with stopping thinking and killing oneself. She knows some things.

This is why Sora took Kurapika out and forced him to interact with people.

"Suggestion is the beginning of Magic."

That said, Kurapika and Sora moved from one town to another, using Magic and casual lies to win sympathy, doing odd jobs, and using the wages they earned to change their appearance from "wanderers" to "travelers." From village to village, from village to town, he interacted with people, gradually dispelling Kurapika's distrust of people.

Even if it was a suggestion, Sora only did so to avoid suspicion toward the teenage boy and girl who could not prove their identities and clearly felt no blood relationship, never mentioning any other suggestions. Rice fields.

At the time, I was skeptical of Sora's words, saying: "I am a poor Magician, so I can only suggest this much." In my view, he was just hinting.

She swore never to lie to Kurapika, so she was indeed immature, but Kurapika has grown up and knows this is a public appearance.

If Kurapika makes a suggestion for his own convenience, then Kurapika will surely believe that the kindness of others besides Sora is a facade of Sora's suggestion.

In order not to think this way, falling into a vortex of self-resentment, and further aggravating his distrust of humanity, Kurapika showed much human kindness without calculation. You show them and interact with them, and they will return their kindness and goodwill and help you. Kurapika now wants to cry because of his apology and his own pity.

Sora was only one year older than he is now at that time, but if I fell into the same situation as Sora, no matter how old I was, I could not do the same thing as Sora. My behavior a year ago.

Sora always listens to Kurapika's stories, and despite being given human kindness and goodwill by Sora and many others, he still cannot believe in people and has become desperate because he hates himself.

She is good at breaking the air, but it is not that she cannot have serious conversations. On the contrary, she listens to Kurapika's incoherent, rambling sobs of self-loathing, without missing a single word, always giving her a sunny smile that matches her name.

"Then, do you want to look for the Holy Grail together?"

After taking revenge, Kurapika showed us the path he should take after reclaiming the eyes of all his compatriots.

He revived the "dream" that should have been lost with his best friend.

If I remember correctly, that day, I discovered a large Spider, my trauma was revived, my emotions became extremely unstable, and I kept spitting out hatred for the troupe and self-loathing to Sora.

Although he could not repay his benefactor, he could not forgive himself for dumping negative emotions on Sora like a trash can, so at that time he felt like strangling himself, but Kurapika, my hand slipped over without warning. Able to stroke my old self or Sora, she put a pillow on my lap to calm me down and patted my head.

"……Sora. I will never forgive the Phantom Troupe. I want to kill them all. And I cannot bear that my companion's eyes are heretical comfort. So I will definitely find them back.

…………But after that, I don't know what to do. You made a promise to the Flame Soldier, but the Flame Soldier said, 'Are you having fun?' I have to go on a trip where I can answer 'Yes,' but I don't know where to go or what to do.

At this rate, I know I can't answer 'Yes,' but I know, I know, but... but..."

Giving up on what he should have considered, even the promise made with his best friend was holding onto Sora tightly and begging for "help," but she helped the foolish self.

She helped me, helped me, but she never gave me everything.

Even Kurapika at that time knew that it was Kurapika's own strength that made him stand up.

"Then, do you want to look for the Holy Grail together?"

"……Holy Grail?"

"Yeah. We talked about it before, right? The war for the Container of desires of all things, the Holy Grail War."

There was a time when he wanted Sora's Magic to capture the Phantom Troupe and have him teach him, but because his determination and Sora's wishes were different, and simply because Kurapika had no Magic Circuit, this request was rejected.

However, even the explanation that she couldn't use Magic when she refused ignited Kurapika's exuberant curiosity, and whenever she had time, she talked about Magic and Magic, just like a child asking their parents to tell stories in their sleep. I kept asking.

One of them was the Magic ritual I heard her sister's disciple and her lover participated in.

"That thing is man-made, with 7 Servants... no, if it's just as a desire device, 6 Servants are enough. It seems that there is a 'Holy Grail' in this world that doesn't need any preparation.

For now, I will still look for it. While looking for that, if Kurapika has other things to do, that would be fine; you can proudly say to your best friend, 'This is fun.' Even if you can't find it... as long as you have the Holy Grail, your wish will come true, right?"

If you hear it from the side, it's just a story of a dream. It sounds like a verbal promise made to encourage Kurapika, but Kurapika knows it's not just verbal, and it's all serious.

Kurapika immediately replied: "Because it's you!" Kurapika has always believed.

"Then, I will swear not to live up to this trust.

I will never lie to you; everything I say to you is true, and I will definitely keep everything I promised you."

He gave me a guide to life, a dream to embark on a journey, looking for something more exciting than the dream of me and my best friend, which is called the "Wish-Granting Ship of All Things."

But she said nothing, nothing at all.

I didn't say my wish.

He let me look for it with him, but Sora said he thought Kurapika would use the desire device.

If you come to a world where most of your common sense doesn't work, your eyes can't escape even if your heart is broken, you don't want to return to the original world, and you don't want to do anything for your eyes, Kurapika is the Holy Grail, and even the wish entrusted to her did not guide her to realize her own wish.

All you have to do is entrust your wish to Kurapika. He didn't say anything else, as if he would say that no matter how much he wanted to intervene, he would not intervene.

Even if he gave Kurapika a guide for a life goal, the reason for wanting that desire device was to give Kurapika as many "choices" as possible, even if he gave everything to the woman who pushed him to find the "answer." He himself. Lying down, Kurapika reaches out to the person who will create the future.

When I touch Sora's eyelids and look down at me, those eyes reflect the world absolutely; thinking of this, I cannot express my heartfelt gratitude to her who is still smiling gently.

"——Ah. By the way.... Sora, let's search together."

However, as I said, my heart has already been set.

The wish I entrusted to the Holy Grail that I found while searching with her was neither the annihilation of the Phantom Troupe and the body collectors, nor the resurrection of my lost kin, but the shining happiness of the precious person who saves me.

I want her to be able to smile always, not for the sake of others, but because she is truly happy, unable to help but be happy.

May Sora be happy.

That wish remains the same.

I believe it will never change.

Even if it never changes, even if this wish is true, I wish for her happiness more than anyone, for Sora to be happy—

"………………Sora?"

"Kurapika! Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell? Is your arm working properly?"

Remorse surged in his heart; just as Kurapika was still hanging his head and apologizing to Sora, the scene changed again.

A corner of a back alley in the slums, sparsely populated, just like the first time they met.

For some reason, the sleeve on his right arm was gone, and although his body was still covered in blood that hadn't yet dried, he remained unscathed.

It is impossible to imagine when this happened.

A memory from the day I parted ways with her.

The day I committed my greatest sin because Kurapika was weak.

The old me could not understand the situation he had caused, and simply nodded blankly at Sora's question.

I knew nothing at the time.

Although I knew it was fake, I still couldn't control my anger and hatred. Sora cried, happy that I was still alive. And.

Not long after losing her, I realized this was the first time I had seen Sora cry.

"Kurapika, run to the main street and call the police."

After confirming Kurapika was safe, Sora breathed a sigh of relief, put on his own coat, covered his eyes with his hat, and gave Kurapika instructions.

"……Sora……what are you going to do?"

I didn't understand why such instructions were given, and I don't even remember what happened to me.

"……Hey, it's okay, it's just to buy you some time. Don't worry."

When I understood what Sora meant by the word "decoy," I finally remembered.

Kurapika recalled the foolish act he had committed.

Compared to before meeting Sora, I had been living a fairly decent life, but even so, if the two of us couldn't prove our identities, we couldn't demand a safe place to stay.

In rural areas, people think you have problems, and there are quite a few houses that will keep you away out of sympathy and curiosity, but the more you live in the city, the less you can expect that kind of humanity. It was a motel for thugs in the area.

I chose a room as usual, put down my luggage, and rested for a while, when Sora said: "I'll go get you a drink." I was surrounded and harassed by several thugs in the lobby.

Once again, I thought he hadn't seen the situation clearly and had fallen into trouble as usual, but from the fragments of his people talking to Sora from afar, he sensed that he was trying to buy Sora with money. I remember my eyes feeling hot.

Kurapika was even worse than Sora, and this was an unforgivable opponent for Kurapika, but those thugs didn't touch Kurapika's anger at all, but rather gouged them out.

Sora probably thought it would be disadvantageous for him if Kurapika were refused lodging due to violence, and tried to handle the matter peacefully.

However, on the contrary, it turned into an enemy, and eventually Kurapika appeared before Kurapika, showing off the tattoo on his shoulder and abdomen.

A 12-legged Spider tattoo without a number.

If you know a little more about "them," it's a fake proof that you can tell at a glance.

Sora of course knew it was fake.

I knew it was Kurapika. Kurapika had told Sora that his tattoo had a number.

Even if I knew, it was no good.

The moment Kurapika saw the twelve-legged spider, his vision turned scarlet.

My memory of what happened after that is interrupted. I only remember a part of it.

He kicked and punched those involved with Sora, even pushing Sora away when he tried to stop him, and went on a rampage to eliminate those who called themselves the "Phantom Troupe."

The moment a man who looked like the leader of the Fake Brigade grabbed my arm, my arm went limp like a doll's arm, and I screamed.

Thinking so much, I finally looked at the arm that should have been torn off.

Although wrapped in bandages, Kurapika's arm was there as usual, and the fingertips were as movable as the arm.

Before Sora asked, he held a small earring in one hand and explained with his usual smile.

"It seems to have attached well. I'm not good at healing Magic, but thanks to my sister's Mana, I succeeded. On the contrary, this one is already empty."

I haven't asked in detail, but the earring, which is said to be a "sister's memento," was used to treat himself with the remaining Mana of his sister's life, trying to clean up Kurapika's stupidity.

Although I knew the other party was fake, I still revealed my scarlet eyes and went berserk; I wasn't so stupid that I couldn't realize that I wanted to escape those eyes, not knowing if such a thing would happen. Being sorted out.

But I didn't want to leave it to Sora alone, to impose everything on Sora, and then run away.

The only thing Kurapika could do was grab Sora's hand and say, "Don't go."

Not knowing how many times such things had happened, Kurapika wanted to kill his old self again.

Although I couldn't do anything, I hated myself so much for always making demands, but Sora still wouldn't give up on my foolish old self.

"Kurapika"

To help Kurapika, who was crying and covering his ears, she put on the earring that had become empty after exhausting its Mana, and said:

"This is my beloved sister's memento, and it is also my Treasure. That's why I entrusted it to you, I entrust it to you. No matter how you, Kurapika, I cannot give it to you."

"……So, protect this in my place. Cherish it, cherish it. I will come back to retrieve it soon. I promise to return to you properly. Until then, please keep it."

I know this is a way of escaping myself.

Even so, I still couldn't say "I don't like it" and fight back.

I couldn't let go of what had been entrusted to me, what had just been given to me, to "protect" the self that had just been protected.

Because this is what I have always wanted to do for Sora.

I nodded while crying, covering my eyes—which were likely distorted by high emotions—with my hat, and my younger self began to run.

Call the police as soon as possible to help Sora. For this reason, the current Kurapika was heading in the opposite direction from when I ran from the slums to the main street three years ago.

Kurapika ran over to extend a helping hand to Sora, and Sora ran to the Fake Phantom Troupe to protect herself.

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"Wait! Sora! Wait!"

At least in my dreams, I want to pretend that I didn't commit a crime.

Kurapika chased after Sora with faint and selfish desires, reaching out his hand, but she slipped past him, and he caught nothing.

Even so, Kurapika still reached out his hand and continued to scream.

"Wait... stop... stop! You didn't have to... for my sake... kill anyone!!"

——That day, when Kurapika called for help and the police arrived at the slums, everything was already over.

Only a few thugs with Spider tattoos were spared. The rest were all cut in half by a blade that was too sharp, or died from being stabbed in a place that shouldn't have been fatal.

Most likely, the Jewels Sora brought from her original world to save herself were almost exhausted; her arm was torn off, and she had treated herself with her sister's memento, which might have been useful in other battles. There was only a gun with a Harassment effect and an eye that could grasp death.

I know I don't want to use those eyes too much.

Regarding murder, she had no particular thoughts; she never denied Kurapika's revenge, but she never looked down on "life."

He cherished his own life and cherished the lives of others, because he knew that the price of looking down on life would one day have to be paid.

No matter what kind of trouble he encountered, no matter what kind of trouble he encountered, he never used those eyes that made life too light to take anyone's life. Even when saved during their first encounter, she let the thug escape.

But to protect Kurapika, she killed.

Kurapika didn't know what happened there.

Perhaps she killed her because she didn't want to die. Is that it?

Kurapika was undoubtedly guilty, and although it was Kurapika's fault, from that day on, Sora disappeared, and no matter where he looked, he couldn't find her.

"Regardless of the reason, regardless of the situation, the crime of murder is borne by the person who killed that individual."

For some reason, Sora said this as if it were a matter of course.

Because that was her providence.

Even so, Kurapika still hoped for Sora to surrender for the crime. I want you to let go.

Because I still hope, wish, and pray for her happiness.

I want him to give me those sins that would dim the shining happiness he wants to give her.

However, Sora—

"You are an idiot, Kurapika.

As long as people are alive, they will always carry sin on their shoulders."

At some point, the scene will change again.

This time, Sora, who should have been chasing him, stood behind Kurapika in a pure white space unrelated to past memories.

"……Sora."

"It is impossible not to carry sin. That is the reason we choose."

This time I am not just a bystander.

Sora turned around and recognized Kurapika, looking at the night sky, her eyes reflecting the pitiful younger brother who was smiling until he was about to cry.

Kurapika's short, crow-feather-colored hair moved closer, and her hands were placed on Kurapika's cheeks.

Just like usual, when we talked seriously, when we preached, when we admonished Kurapika for making a mistake, we didn't know why we pressed our foreheads together, staring at each other so intensely that she no longer had meaning. I would tell my brother who regretted the past.

"Whatever sin you carry, even with that sin, you must choose the path you want to live.

Choosing a path based on the sin you carry is a big mistake. There is nothing wrong with being guilty. No matter what kind of path we choose, we must always bear sin as the price of happiness.

So Kurapika. Don't misunderstand me. I have no sin regarding your actions.

I chose the happiness that could be obtained at the end of bearing this sin."

I know this is a dream.

So I knew that what she was saying now was nothing more than my own selfish desire to be forgiven.

Even so, I cannot deny it.

It can only be received in the same way as the Earrings received that day.

Of course, I wish for her shining happiness.

But if that is the happiness she wants, she also truly hopes that this happiness can live and protect itself.

Most importantly, after she lifted her forehead, the smile, which was much younger than my own, and the lines spoken without any apology were so real that I fell into the illusion that Sora herself had said them.

"Well, it's all second-hand."

"Why are you saying that now!?"

I could talk about it seriously, but in my dream, it was the same as him personally crushing it 0.5 seconds after finishing.

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I woke up the moment I got angry at the air breaker as usual.

Waking up, Kurapika found that even Gon, the Kiriko parents and children, and even Leorio were looking at him with suspicious and worried expressions; he felt ashamed and wanted to disappear.

"……Kurapika, what kind of dream did you have?"

Gon asked with a worried face, and Kurapika was too embarrassed to lift his head.

The navigator Kiriko took me to a mountain cabin near Zaban City, and the rest was to complete the reception at the Venue, though the reception start time was of course Fixed.

The date had been changed, but it was still midnight when they arrived at the mountain cabin; it didn't matter if Kurapika and the others took a nap in the cabin, but Kurapika seemed to have been woken up by his own sleep-talking.

What's more, it wasn't just Gon and Kiriko who woke up later than Leorio. Rice field.

While praying that no one had spoken in their sleep, he pleaded: "……Don't ask me. If possible, let it go."

(... If I meet her again, I will hit her first.)

While thinking about whether it was self-inflicted or unfair, the hand covering his face touched his Earrings.

It had been a long time since he dreamed of Sora. Perhaps, when he told him about Hunter, Sora said, "This might help with identification. Should I also take the exam?" Kurapika performed an Analysis, thinking that Sora might appear at the exam site. This was also called an escape that forgets shame.

From that day on, the three reasons he became a Kurapika Hunter were: to capture the Brigade, to take back his companions' eyes, and to find Sora.

Kurapika knew of her persistence toward life and completely ruled out the possibility of "Sora being dead." It was possible that he had returned to his original world in some way, but he thought, if he searched this world over and could not find anything, it would be nice to think about it.

Ever since we made an Exchange of promises, a part of me believed he would stay alive and come to see me, but I could not wait passively, so I swore to find him.

I search, I find, I complain, "I made you wait too long!"

Those were not Sora's own words, but my own; I borrowed the image of a person who always thought they were right to convey it to myself.

If the price of happiness is to bear sin, and the path chosen will determine the sin...

(Sora, I want to walk the same path as you, the path that makes you happy.)

Finding such an answer, Kurapika finally raised his head.

"... I had a dream that was ultimately shattered, even though it was sentimental."

When I told my companions, Gon smiled happily and said without hesitation, "That's great!" while Leorio smiled gently; although he said nothing, he seemed relieved.

It seemed I was truly disappointed; when I realized that not only the simply straightforward Gon, but also the hypocritically kind Leorio were actually worried about me, Kurapika's mouth opened naturally.

(... Friends. Sora, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have thought of such people, nor would I have laughed out loud.)

Considering my personality and her personality, I could not honestly say thank you, but I left the mountain cabin and looked up at the sky.

The high mountain sky where the Sun had not yet risen was slightly blue, which could be called Pitch Darkness, the exact same midnight blue as her usual eyes.

The color of the sky also made the memories in Kurapika's mind vivid.

At the same time, I suddenly felt a wave of discomfort.

"Kurapika, what's wrong?"

"Hey, are you still half-asleep?"

When Gon and Leorio called out to him, Kurapika momentarily forgot the discomfort he felt when looking at the night sky.

"Oh, sorry. I'm coming now."

Kurapika continued to walk forward, completely forgetting how Sora's hair shattered the air like usual when the Dream World ended, a pure white like albinism.

Together with friends, toward the beginning of the dream.