Chapter 142: Nice to Meet You

"Ah, Killua! Did you find anything?"

About half a day later, they arrived at the Totoria District, about 100 kilometers from Shanha Shi. The mountains there matched the scenery Sora had described. Killua and Gon split up to search the abandoned houses that matched the scenery Sora had seen.

However, Killua could not find a house that looked like it. I waved my hand brightly and shouted.

Although startled by the light before him, Killua's heart was not so bad that he would pull it out himself.

(... Who?)

Beside Gon was a boy who looked about his age, wearing a knit cap and carrying something like a large box on his back.

I thought it was just someone who happened to be by his side, but because he was so focused on himself, Killua felt uneasy.

"... No, nothing. That is?"

Killua answered Gon's question for the moment, then asked back, a happy smile on his face, his arm draped over the boy's shoulder, pointing at Killua.

"Ah, right. Let me introduce you to my friend, Killua.

So, this kid is Retsu. We just became friends."

Gon ignored Killua's blank stare and introduced him to a boy named Letz.

"Nice to meet you."

But Killua still kept his hands in his pockets, not budging.

Instead, he just looked at the other person with suspicious eyes, not even responding to Retsu's "please" with a "nice to meet you."

Although Retsu seemed very uncomfortable with Killua, Gon, who was overly shy and problematic in a sense, told Killua how he had met Retsu.

It seemed that while looking for the scenery Sora had seen, he discovered Letz performing a street act. While he was curiously watching the performance for a while, a horse went mad, and the luggage on the bed nearby fell during the accident. He saved Letz, and the reason Letz was traveling while making a living through street performances at his age was why they became "friends."

"You know, Retsu is also traveling to find his father."

I understood why Gon felt a strange attachment to Retsu, and why he felt a sense of kinship with Retsu, but unfortunately, Killua had no room to find this interesting.

However, was it not just the impatience of "I want Sora's eyes to be back as soon as possible," but the situation of me getting along with such a mysterious person?

But when I realized this jealousy, what flashed through my mind was that weirdo I met during the Hunter Exam. A boy a little older than me who was more about "Explosion" than Kurapika and Sora.

... The existence of Sieg, who became a friend, came to mind.

I really know all of this.

I know that Gon is Killua's first friend, to the point that he doesn't need permission from other friends to make new ones.

If one were to blame Gon, he also had the qualifications to blame himself, but logically speaking, he knew his jealousy was too childish, or rather, because this was jealousy between men, it was disgusting.

This was also the reason why Killua did not express his dissatisfaction.

However, Killua was not mature enough to digest his dissatisfaction, so he looked at Gon and Retsu with cold eyes and said as coldly as his gaze.

"Not only that, we have things to do, let's go."

"Ah, but I discussed this with Letz. Then he said he had an idea."

He tried to separate Gon and Letz, but when he said "I know," Killua reacted to the cash and asked, "Really?"

To that question, Letz also smiled with a sad look that seemed to be troubled somewhere, and let out an "Ah."

"So, I looked up some of those ideas with Letz, but they aren't..."

"It's already late today, let's go somewhere else together tomorrow."

Killua was somewhat annoyed by Retsu's friendly suggestion and told him to tell him where he was, and then he would run to check it himself, but Gon said: "Sora told you not to overdo it! Killua can't do that. If you do that, Sora will be sad, and I will be worried!!", so I helplessly decided to end today's activities and head to the Inn.

Along the way, Killua was carefully observing Letz.

The discomfort in my heart, that friend Gon felt like he was being taken away by him, it wasn't just jealousy, so I felt he was completely different from the Letz who said "I want you to be my friend" in the Hunter Exam, so I couldn't trust them, I didn't.

(Why is it like this?)

In the hotel restaurant, Killua looked at Letz sitting at the table opposite.

By now, Killua was 90% convinced that his worries were unfounded.

The friendship between Killua and Letz did not sprout, and despite such caution, they were able to resolve it in about two hours.

It was just that I could find an explanation for Retsu's indifference.

As for the true identity of that "uncomfortable" feeling, Letz answered with a wry smile while carefully taking care of his street performance partner—a puppet.

"It's dangerous for a woman to travel alone, so when she travels, she pretends to be a man."

Yes, Letz, whom I thought was a boy about our age, turned out to be a girl about our age.

Then, Killua remembered the way Letz's gender was exposed and said to Gon: "I'm glad Sora isn't here."

The opportunity to find out Retsu's gender was the so-called bathing accident.

It turned out that in order to save travel expenses, the three of them stayed in the same room. Although Retsu was taking a bath, Gon still thought "I don't care because they are men" and opened the door. Because of this, Sora probably knew that Gon had no ulterior motives, but if that woman were an innocent woman, then Gon would undoubtedly be smashed on the head by a fist, and he would know. "It would be a few hours of preaching, and sitting on his lap. Killua grinned and teased Gon, "What should I do?

Fortunately, they were all still young, and it was clear that Gon had no malice or ulterior motives, so Retsu, as the victim, didn't care about that accidental bathing trouble. Giggling.

"Hahaha, you two are really good friends."

"... Separately."

Hearing Letz's words, Killua blushed slightly and turned to leave.

Perhaps because her side profile saying "There's no need for anyone to say that to me now" was interesting, Retsu squinted and muttered, not caring at all about Killua's bluntness.

"... I envy you."

Regardless of whether it was because I heard that voice.

Gon didn't care, he just wanted to know, he wanted to know his friend, so he asked Retsu: "Why are you traveling alone?"

Gon said he was looking for his dad, and it turned out she was a girl, she was a gentleman. The truth is I want to.

If she was just looking for it, she didn't have to risk it herself. If Letz herself wanted to see her father but didn't want to travel, he would have been willing to look for him.

However, it would soon be discovered that Gon's worry was superfluous.

"My brother is also a puppeteer, and I want to be a puppeteer like him in the future. Right now, I am traveling to improve my street performance skills."

Finding his father seemed to be a matter of chance, and as a result of the Training for that journey, Retsu pulled the strings of the puppet, making the clown doll bow.

Gon was innocently moved by this gesture, and Killua also showed a bit of genuine admiration.

"So, I think this is the only companion on the journey so far."

"It really looks alive. Could that puppet be...?"

"I certainly made it."

Killua watched the two chatting in a friendly manner and felt a bit sullen, but the chef brought the food before the atmosphere could turn sour, and the child's interest quickly shifted to the food.

Only Retsu said, "I ate a lot for lunch, so don't be shy," and refused to eat.

I could feel the 10% caution I hadn't fully understood growing, but Retsu smiled as if troubled by Killua's probing gaze and said to the puppet. Using Manipulation on the strings, he extended his right hand, as if the puppet were saying, "Go."

When Killua shifted his gaze to the puppet, for some reason, he became curious about the puppet's "eyes."

They were as beautiful as if they were Transparent, but because they were made of glass, they felt strange.

I felt like I was looking for something, just as I was watching Retsu's gaze.

Killua masked his eeriness, first probing lightly: "That puppet's eyes are beautiful." Retsu immediately responded with a smile.

"Gon and Killua's are too."

Killua was startled by the unexpected reaction. Gon, who was eating Sensen and roast beef, was the same.

Seeing the two's reactions, Retsu smiled and began to speak.

"Gon's eyes are infinitely Transparent...

And Killua's eyes are pitch-black and pure."

Let us gaze into their eyes with a slightly passionate look, saying this while holding his puppet in his arms.

"The hardest part of making a doll is the eyes. That's right."

"The soul..."

Gon listened to Retsu's story with interest, but Killua's guard against Retsu was as high as it had been at the beginning.

His obsession and fixation with "eyes" were enough to remind him of the "mastermind" who stole Sora's eyes, and he also seemed obsessed with Kurapika's scarlet eyes.

(Impossible, these are Sora's eyes... No, this is the opposite of what Sora saw in the "mastermind.")

(However, if you know how Sora and Kurapika are connected to us, then it explains why they would contact us...)

Killua thought to himself while watching Retsu's movements.

In order not to miss even the slightest sense of incongruity, I gave it my all, yet I masked my vigilance while probing her words and actions—

"Do not fight an enemy you cannot beat."

From the back of my head, the Curse of my brother's voice rang out.

Without a sound, he walked into the ward.

Besides the intruder, there were three people in the ward.

Despite there being many empty beds, Leorio was sleeping on the sofa, snoring as if he were worried about someone who had suddenly fallen ill.

And on the bed, Leorio, who had returned from collecting information at Necafe, was thinking seriously: "Shoot me..."

Kurapika was embracing Sora as if they were snuggled up in the same bed, sharing each other's body heat; Sora was not embracing Kurapika but leaning against him, burying his face in his chest, sleeping peacefully Together.

Whether she found the two of them interesting, or even if he thought "Explosion," she would smile bitterly, moistening her lips with her Tongue.

The intruder made a "looks delicious" gesture, brought his face close to the two who were embracing, and sniffed the scent... The sheets fluttered before him, and fair fingertips pointed at the intruder's eyes. Done.

"... If you want to crawl around at night, go find someone else. I mean, just die now and disappear to the ends of the world furthest from us, Mad King."

Leaving Kurapika's embrace, Sora had just woken up; I don't know if it was because he was too much of a person, but his gloomy voice was severely unreasonable.

However, the other party, of course, did not seem to care about that level of insult.

"Yeah, long time no see, Sora."

Kurapika jumped up; if Sora woke up, he thought there was no need to endure any longer, so Leorio jumped up, exposing his Hidden killing intent, and Kurapika and Sora also jumped up. The man stood by the bed.

"Oh, you!?"

"What do you want!? Hisoka!!"

Leorio was still in a daze, Kurapika pushed her away to protect Sora, and he himself stepped forward, attacking Hisoka with unreserved killing intent, but this only made him happy.

"Even if you are having fun, I am sorry to disturb you."

"But it's good, the smell of disinfectant and your blood..."

"If you're just talking nonsense, either disappear or die."

Perhaps it was Hisoka's casual Harassment, or perhaps because his very existence was unpleasant, Sora interrupted it with a face and voice that clearly showed deep wrinkles between his brows, even under the bandages.

Hearing this, Hisoka made an artificial expression of disgust, raised his hands to show no hostility, and continued.

"I don't want you to be so mean; I came to tell you about the person who stole your eyes."

"... Is it your successor?"

Kurapika, not Sora, responded to Hisoka's words.

Trust would not do anything out of caution, but because this man was an incomprehensible maniac and battle-junkie, a strong person or candidate worth fighting would be intercepted by others and ruined by others. I know you hate it.

Of course, in a sense, Sora was not ruined, but rather became stronger, but perhaps because he felt that the mental aspect was much more dangerous than usual, to him, the current state of the two was "interesting." Next to the favorite food I left behind.

So I was vigilant, I didn't believe it, but I thought I could trust that information, so I stared at Hisoka with red eyes to protect Sora, but I was prepared to hear what he had to say.

However, at Kurapika's words, Hisoka seemed a bit surprised.

"Successor? What are you talking about?"

"Perhaps his Tattoo, did you see the number?"

Faced with this reaction, Kurapika and the others looked blank, "What is this guy talking about?"

Hisoka guessed that they didn't answer and corrected their misunderstanding with a low laugh.

"In that case, misunderstandings are of no use."

"He is not my successor; he is my predecessor. He replaced me two or three years ago. The person from the Phantom Troupe who went astray is the culprit who stole your eyes."

"... Why didn't you kill me?"

Responding to Hisoka's answer, Sora sat cross-legged on the bed and said he felt helpless.

He hated murder, but once it was determined that both he and Kurapika were in the current state of the Phantom Troupe, and that he was a member of the Phantom Troupe, he didn't seem to think he didn't want them to die. I don't think so.

This thought was neither cruel nor outrageous.

Hisoka's predecessor might not have committed a crime yet, but if it were his predecessor, it was almost certain that even if entrusted to judicial authorities, he would commit crimes such that he would be sentenced to death or life imprisonment. Pardoned to death. Even so, the one who didn't want him to die was not a good person, nor a saint, but an irresponsible inner garden that wanted others to think so.

As proof, not only Sora, but Kurapika and Leorio were also glaring at Hisoka, saying the same thing with their eyes.

While smiling bitterly at those gazes, Hisoka began to talk about his predecessor.

"His name is Omokage... He calls himself the 'God Puppet Master' and possesses a special Nen Ability. He sneaks into people's hearts and fascinates them... He creates a 'puppet' from the event they are most obsessed with."

"The puppet becomes a servant that absolutely obeys the orders of the Puppet Master, but this does not mean that you lose your memory while being manipulated by the Puppet Master."

"Memory?"

Kurapika reacted to Hisoka's words.

Seeing this reaction, Hisoka narrowed his eyes and confirmed it.

"In the doll, the person's heart is also copied."

"Therefore, although the puppet has its own will, it ultimately obeys the orders of the Puppet Master."

From that answer, I knew the answer Sora gave was correct.

However, this was the "mastermind" again... This only increased his hatred for Omokage.

In a sense, this was the most uncomfortable thing; Kurapika was struck, pinching his own palm until it hurt.

Sora's hand gently touched that hand.

As terrified as ever, even trembling as if clinging tightly to him, he grabbed the hand Kurapika was hurting himself with.

Kurapika's stiff fist was loosened by this body temperature, and Sora asked Hisoka.

"Did his hobby attract my attention? Was it because he wanted to catch Kurapika, or me, that he used the Flame Soldier and spread rumors that there were Kurta survivors?"

"Perhaps... he is a collector, so..."

After confirming Sora's question, Hisoka finally began to talk about why his predecessor did not die, even though he should have "killed and joined the group."

"The figure I defeated when I took over was his doll."

"You... why do you know—"

Facing Hisoka's answer, although Kurapika was much better than before because of Sora, he still glared at him with an unpleasant look.

"It's a waste to let someone who can have fun go."

"Really? Or rather, is he really that powerful?"

However, rather than saying the taste was bad, Sora tilted his head and said something serious, or perhaps it was just like that... For a moment, the atmosphere at the scene eased up all of a sudden...

"... Why are you ruining the air like this? Are you tired of dying in a tense atmosphere?"

"Well, it might be a bit difficult to deny the disease theory, but in my opinion, that Omokage has reached the point where he can call himself a 'God Puppet Master'."

If it were a puppet master I knew who didn't call himself god-level, Hisoka might not have noticed it was a puppet at all. Not even a point worse or higher than himself, that is the 'Swamp Man', who even entrusted the making of dolls to that doll. I mean, that person, the puppet tested by DNA is only at an elementary level?"

"What is that, be more detailed."

"Don't be interested!!"

Although Leorio was physically weak, he spat out a retort, but in Sora's view, he didn't seem to mean anything stupid, quietly giving him a seal he knew that was worthy of the name "God Puppet Master." When the doll machine Fujiko Aozaki talked about his skills, Hisoka looked serious and became interested, and Leorio and Kurapika rushed in.

"That person's younger sister is probably more to your taste than that person; she shoots waves, nicknamed 'Human Missile Launcher'."

"Don't answer either! The conversation won't progress, shut up!!"

And Sora was also Sora; although he couldn't introduce him, he would tell Hisoka more information he might be interested in, but I kept silent.

While putting on a regretful expression that Sora's information was cut short, Hisoka also cheered up and returned to the original story.

"Well, that's all I know about Omokage. Is it useful?"

The answer to that question was "Yes," but Kurapika and Leorio did not answer, ignoring him because this was the most annoying thing.

Hisoka did not seem to be hurt by their reaction, but murmured happily and calmly.

"You are so wary of me, you will get hurt. I just don't want you to die, and I don't want you to collapse, so I came to give you some advice."

While saying this, he leaned down slightly, wanting to bring his face close to Sora, but Kurapika tried every way to stop him.

However, Hisoka ignored Kurapika and "advised" Sora through Kurapika.

"Be careful, Sora. Omokage is dangerous... and sticky. He will never be satisfied with your eyes. I also like your shape, so I made a doll and added it to my collection."

"And... he believes that the person who created his doll and the 'despair' of the heart that created it are beautiful."

"Hey, Sora, is the 'someone' inside you still safe?"

Sora answered Hisoka's question over Kurapika's shoulder.

"Disappeared."

I refused, saying I had no right to speak to you.

＊＊＊

My brother's voice, the spell ringing in my mind, awakened my consciousness, floating to the surface.

I remember this is a dream; the meal and conversation at that restaurant had long since ended, and we had already gone to bed.

"!" I was surprised.

Consciousness emerged, the boundary between reality and the Dream World was still blurry, I brushed away the fingertips touching my cheek with my hand, turned over, raised my upper body, magnified the aura on the bed, turned into a sharp blade, without hesitation, his right hand stabbed with his fingertips at "someone" standing by the bed.

However, that "someone" said without surprise, without surprise, wrapping himself in the blanket Killua pushed away.

Such a thing should not be a comfort.

However, if Killua's claws were not reinforced with Aura, they would have suffered such an impact, or even been snapped.

What should have been a cheap blanket from the Inn had become something as sturdy as an iron plate.

("En"!? A blanket like this, having such great power!?)

Killua jumped away in surprise, putting distance between himself and the opponent.

And when Killua reinforced his own aura, Gon and Retsu, who were in the same room, also jumped up at the same time.

"!? Huh? Killua?"

"!? What is going on?"

Killua himself still did not understand what was going on with the two of them, did not understand the situation.

"Run, Gon! We! Are enemies!!"

While shouting a warning, Killua put more Aura into his hands than before and attacked the opponent who was still wrapped in the blanket.

I am going to kill you. That is what I could think of.

The reason is caution and teeth.

Although I could hardly avoid being attacked in my sleep, when I allowed them to approach my bedside instead of letting them enter the room, the other person was a threat.

Finally, although I harbored doubts about Retsu, I could not confirm whether I was Gon's enemy or his own, so Killua remained vigilant and slept in the same room as a means of surveillance. Although I was asleep, I remained alert with the Assassin skills I had trained in since birth; it was terrifying.

But that did not matter to the current Killua. That kind of information would not even cross my mind now.

Although I am no longer an Assassin, I do not want to kill anyone anymore, so I ran away from home.

However, Killua did not know why.

Because the opponent was a formidable enemy, Killua thought about going for the kill before you got serious, or Killua thought about how he and Gon could escape if he judged the opponent to be a powerful enemy.

However, I did not choose to run away.

The other party was more like an Assassin than him, skilled at surprise attacks, but their own combat power was low, so it was estimated that they were not the type to be weak in actual combat.

I knew my opponent had enough combat experience and was strong enough to compete with me without being caught off guard.

Because although the opponent's strike was sudden, they blocked it with a perfect "Goo".

I knew it was powerful, but I still did not know anything else; this was enough of a condition to be wary of an opponent with almost no information and to make the choice to "Escape," but Killua attacked the opponent who was defending with the blanket.

Kill him as soon as possible without knowing anything, the air accompanied by the hand; I appealed to myself in my heart to kill it, and I faithfully acted according to this appeal.

I realized that before I woke up and launched the attack, when I saw the opponent's "form," I had a brief feeling of déjà vu.

It was that kind of déjà vu; Killua did not know whose "expression" he had seen on the opponent.

Killua saw someone's face and shouted, "I don't know." So I faithfully followed his voice, hid to attack, and did not give the opponent a chance to say anything, let alone attack. Pushing him into a corner, Killua kicked out with a blanket as thin as an iron plate, smashed through the window, and kicked the opponent out of the window.

""!? Killua!!""

I also jumped out of the window with great momentum, only to find that Gon and Retsu were screaming and running toward me.

Sure enough, it made Gon and Retsu a little worried; although I felt a bit sorry, even though it was a Hotel, it was like a large two-story house converted into accommodation, and Killua could afford it. He could land, so there was no problem.

So, he just had to land like a cat and shout, "It's okay!"

"Total assets light, Est-Klein pressure, Vox-Gort commandment quote, Es-Atlas heavy burial return to earth."

I could hear the other party muttering to themselves, but I could hardly understand the meaning.

However, just after this mutter, the other person wrapped in the blanket floated to the surface.

"!!??"

Killua, who crashed with her, Gon, who was about to jump down from the broken window, and Retsu, who was holding him back, all widened their eyes as they looked at this incredible scene.

However, to be precise, the opponent did not float to the surface.

Compared to Killua, the gravity load the opponent bore was much lighter; although their physique was the same as Killua's, they were only as heavy as a feather.

However, this fact did not reduce the surprise of "Floating!?"

Instead, by learning this "Gravity Manipulation" ability that seemed to originate from the Specialist System, with the strength of that "En," Killua, who had assumed they would be someone who could release abilities by being an Enhancement user or a Manipulation System user good at placing Aura, fell into a panic because he was smart enough to make such an assumption during this small-scale battle.

... In that panic, I said, "I realized."

"You know someone who is not bound by the common sense of Nen types, right?" someone inside me pointed out.

I was facing things I had not noticed, things I tried not to notice, and things I wanted to end before I noticed them.

A blanket was thrown at me.

It possessed the strength of an iron plate, and no matter how much Killua put into it, it would not tear or wear out. Blocking someone inside.

As soon as Killua landed, in a passive posture, he wiped the fallen blanket with his hand, the moon at his back... the girl with black hair falling into the night sky pointed directly at Killua and said, whispering.

"――――――Gander"

A black Magic Bullet shot out from her fingertips.

"Kill!!"

"!? Go!!"

The young girl wrapped in the blanket seemed to float for a moment, and Gon was stunned.

Fortunately, whether it was a miss or she didn't want to hit from the start, the black Nen Bullet hit the stone slab next to Killua and disappeared.

However, Killua squatted down and said nothing. Do not move.

He seemed not to have noticed Gon's fall at all.

He just opened his eyes and whispered, "... That is a lie."

Gon did not know.

From the beginning, she had her back to me, or was wrapped in a blanket, so judging by the hair length and the dress, she was a woman, and judging by her height, she was a girl not much different from our age. I just didn't know.

The reason she whispered and shot at that black nephew was drowned out by Tohsaka Rin's panicked voice in the room, "What's going on? What's going on?"

Thus, just as I was confused, not understanding the meaning of Killua's reaction, the young girl facing Killua slowly turned to face Gon while brushing back her hair.

"!"

Seeing her face, Gon could not help but widen his eyes and freeze.

She was an incredibly beautiful girl.

Just as Gon had expected, she was slightly older than Retsu, around fourteen years old.

Her waist-length black hair hung down smoothly; even in the pitch-black night, it shimmered as it drifted from the girl's fingertips.

Her attire was a simple black one-piece dress, but its unique features were the large white collar and the short Mantle around her neck, making her look like she was in a sister's habit.

But I don't think she is a nun. Or rather, she is not suited to be a nun, let alone her primary occupation, even if that were just a metaphor.

An atmosphere of perseverance suits the image of a nun, but words like neatness and poverty, which are nun-like, do not suit this girl.

Put on that characteristic Veil, and her clothes would be completely that of a nun, but when she wears a simple black dress, it is as simple as formal wear for a party. Her demeanor is elegant. And dignified.

It is no exaggeration to use the adjective "doll-like" for her, but is it possible to artificially create something so neat? Her exquisite beauty is so expressionless that one cannot tell what she is thinking at all, but at least she is not in a hurry.

Despite his expressionless face, his calm and dignified appearance makes it hard to believe he is slightly older than Gon and his friends.

Considering her age, the name "Princess" should suit her well, but if I were to describe her, calling her "Queen" or "Empress" would also be appropriate; she is a clever girl.

However, although there is a sense of intimidation, there is absolutely no hostility or Malice.

Or rather, in fact, I have not had that feeling toward this girl from the beginning. That is why Gon could not immediately get support from Killua, nor could he get Retsu to evacuate somewhere.

The imposing aura is so great that they don't even count as enemies, not even as enemies, to the point where they even thought they had accidentally entered the room where she lived and fallen asleep. To show any hostility, they were confused by her atmosphere from the very beginning. The truth of the matter is that before it was released, I could barely take any action.

Even now, Gon is confused.

I can say that the girl I am facing is my first meeting.

Since the only other children on Whale Island were girls younger than him, Gon longed to be friends with someone close to his age. Therefore, he is accustomed to paying attention to those around him who are close to his age.

So, regardless of how much we might have passed each other by, if there were any connection, even if Gon is not yet interested in the opposite sex, if she were a beautiful girl who could make one fall in love at first sight, it would certainly remain in my memory.

Memory tells us, "I don't know this person."

But at the same time, I think, "You look like someone."

The first person who came to mind was Killua's brother, Illumi Zoldyck, who is currently stunned by the girl in the middle, but Gon immediately dismissed him on the grounds of "No."

A head of beautiful, jet-black long hair and a doll-like, neat expression indeed fit his character and impression, and I think if he looked like him, it could explain why Killua's appearance is strange.

But I don't know. I know it is different, but I can't think of anything else, even though I have decided it is "different" because the superficial impression matches Illumi.

It is as if they want to believe it is, even if they deny it.

The first "someone" who came to mind did not appear, as if you were looking away from something.

"... I don't want to introduce myself."

However, it is a thrust.

The girl muttered in a tone of disgust, turning not only her face but her entire body toward Killua, and she turned to Gon and said.

"However, this child seems to have noticed, so I will take care of it."

"!? Stop! Hmph! Don't listen!!"

Killua reacted to the girl's reluctant words and shouted at Gon.

However, even though he had killed so many, even though he was no longer an assassin and had become a Professional Hunter, and even though the girl he was trying to kill was turned away defenseless, Killua could not move, only begging Gon.

If possible, I hope Gon takes care of it before he notices. Before I know anything, I want to erase her.

But because I know, because I am aware, I cannot say anything more.

I cannot say "kill," nor can I kill Killua.

I have been reminded.

According to Leorio, Sora could have killed the Flame Soldier, but he did not. Why did I not reach out my eyes without resisting?

Killua is now facing the reason.

"Killua, what is it?"

The girl paused, as if waiting for the confused Gon to answer, then pinched her skirt hem and spread it, bowing elegantly as she spoke.

"Nice to meet you. The foolish sister seems to be taking care of you."

"-----e?"

Just like that, the memories I couldn't recall, couldn't recall, were the first to come to mind, but that is why I held my breath and couldn't recall them all at once.

Once resurrected, you won't understand why you don't understand.

Because "she" and this girl... are very similar.

She is probably about the same age as she was when she died, nearly 10 years younger than "her"; to put it nicely, the face shape itself could not be anything but blood-related.

This is why Gon... and Killua... are in despair.

"My name is Umi Shikiori. Would it be easier to understand if I said Umi Shikiori here?"

The trigger that decided Sora's existence, kept Sora alive, and bound Sora.

The benefactor and the ghost, the scar that can never be erased, the punishment of not facing it.

I am in despair that Sora's sister, Umi Shikiori, has become an enemy.