Chapter 41: Replicas

When Sora held Gon in his arms and wanted to take him somewhere, Ritz said, "Let me take him to the waiting room." Sora accepted his words and handed Gon Freecss over to Ritz.

"By the way, in this situation, why did I break into the exam? If I broke in, who would be disqualified?"

"No, in this situation, Mr. Hanzo has already announced his withdrawal, so there is no problem."

At the same time, Satotz politely answered the question that surfaced in his mind, and Sora was also convinced, while Hanzo told Netero: "If Gon doesn't pass the exam, what will happen to the final exam where only one person fails this time?" He was answering the question.

"Don't worry, he just passed, no matter what he says, it won't change."

"Even if Gon killed me as a prank, my qualification would not be revoked after passing."

"I see."

Convinced by Netero's answer, Hanzo was about to wait in the corner of the room with the other students, but they brushed past each other and asked.

"............ Why did you intentionally lose?"

"... Intentionally?"

Killua asked as he passed by Hanzo.

When Hanzo turned around to ask back, his expression was somewhat angry, and he asked again.

"I believe you know how to make them say 'I'm sorry' without killing you, right?"

Facing Killua's question, he was silent for a few seconds.

People with the same question were waiting for Hanzo's answer, and those who didn't know might have heard Killua's news.

Indeed, just as Sora said, Gon is the kind of person who cannot endure torture.

However, this was only torture of "physical pain."

To put it bluntly, even if you are not that close to Gon, everyone knows it. If you look at Gon's behavior a little, you will understand that threatening to hurt someone important to him is more effective than torturing him to cause himself physical pain.

If Hanzo really wanted to win this match, he should have threatened to kill one of the four people close to Gon.

Even so, Gon would definitely fight back until the last moment, but if he understood that no matter what he did, he couldn't defeat him, and there was no other way to protect his companions except to give up, this time he would break without hesitation.

Gon will not forget or give up on what he wants to do, but at the same time, he will not forget what he does not want to do or what he does not want to happen.

Between "sacrificing a friend to pass" and "failing to help a friend," Gon would definitely choose the latter.

Hanzo thought for a moment and answered this question.

"When I torture someone, I am prepared to let myself be hated by others for the rest of my life."

"?"

However, he started talking about himself, which had nothing to do with the question, while Killua had a look of not understanding.

Hanzo didn't care about these things and spoke as it was.

The reason I thought for a while was because I didn't know how to express my feelings as a person, similar to what Gon has been experiencing, although it should be unnecessary for a Ninja like me.

"In the eyes of anyone looking at someone who has been hurt, there will be a negative light."

"The light of hatred and resentment in your eyes, even after Cultivation, cannot be easily Hidden."

I just didn't know what words to use to express myself.

The reason I lost, the reason I didn't use the method I thought of, was obvious without thinking.

"But Gon didn't see it. Can you believe it? He just broke his arm."

"His eyes have already forgotten this."

It also reminded me of Killua.

Gon's eyes were too straight, so straight that even Hanzo couldn't see them; those were eyes that only his father, who shouldn't be able to see his back now, should be able to see.

I remembered those eyes burning like stars, constantly emitting light, and I felt a chill until the moment they burned out.

Killua ignored the faint chill that flowed down his spine.

I told myself there was no reason to be afraid of those eyes.

"I like him."

"If you dare to ask for the reason for failure, that's it."

Hanzo summarized his failure, but Killua didn't seem to believe it.

However, Killua didn't understand why he was unconvinced, nor did he know what to ask or what to object to, so he remained silent until a hand was placed on his head from behind.

When he turned around, Sora looked down at him with a slightly surprised look and said.

"Killua. Are you worried about being told that your talent is not as good as Gon's?"

"Ah!?"

Suddenly, without any context, Killua felt frustrated, embarrassed, and annoyed because he pointed out the complaint he had been feeling since he saw the match table and was told that the number of opportunities = expected value. Once, like standing up, he panicked a little.

"W-what are you talking about!? When did I notice!?"

"When I asked the Chairman about the judging criteria, it was as if he said he cared."

Panicked, he naturally couldn't hide his embarrassment. After saying a few words that were almost self-deception, Sora hurriedly said the reason he didn't know, and patted his head while speaking to comfort him. He was taken away.

"Let me tell you, just as you think, in terms of physical ability, you are better than Gon. It is perfect."

"But Gon's quality as a 'Hunter' is the best, and you are the opposite. As you saw in the last match, that girl never gives up on her ultimate goal, which is to hunt prey, but if your winning rate is not 100%, you have a habit of giving up quickly."

"But this in itself is not a bad thing, it's just that within her personality, she is not a 'Hunter' quality. Just because it doesn't suit you doesn't mean you can't become one."

"So you don't need to be frustrated. If you are worried about it, you can correct this habit from now on."

"You are good, but you are as good as Gon in different places. That's it. Skills are not measured by emotions. If you do that, then either fall into the lower class or hate yourself, that's not enough."

While speaking, Sora let go of Killua's head. Just like that, she also walked to the edge of the room where other students gathered to watch the match.

Killua couldn't walk that way and just stood there with his head down.

Just as Sora said, when he learned the true nature of the irritability he felt after attacking Netero, he bit his lip in embarrassment because the most painful part he couldn't refute was hit.

Even if I want to be friends with someone, I am immersed in the superiority that I am superior to that person. Even if there is one thing that makes me feel that the other party is superior to me, I will get angry. I am too young. I am jealous in the worst case.

Moreover, although he knew it was his own fault and let Sora see it, he was still so frustrated that he couldn't bear it.

When Sora saw Gon being beaten by Hanzo and muttering "idiot," when he felt contempt for those words, and when he watched a match that couldn't even be called a fight between two people, looking very bored, Killua's feeling was not anger at Leorio for Gon's sake, but rather a sense of relief that he felt the same way as himself, that what Gon was doing was stupid.

When I saw the same thing and felt the same way, I was relieved, but when I discovered the truth was the exact opposite, the frustration I felt was also jealousy.

Even though he had always been Together with Sora, and it was his first time meeting Sora, Sora still understood Gon and believed he wouldn't lose; I was both embarrassed and envious of him, and couldn't help but think: "I am better than him, yet why is he..."

That's right, just as Sora said, it was an act of "falling into a subspecies."

... The feeling of wanting to be friends was not a lie.

I didn't talk to him, and I didn't want to be Together with him, because he was inferior to me, or because I felt superior.

If we are Together, we can laugh without having to think about these things.

However, even so, I was forced to realize the dirty and selfish emotions deep within my heart, giving rise to thoughts of resentment.

... This made Killua want to cry even more, because he wanted to be by his side so much that he wanted to be recognized, even by those he wanted to be recognized by.

"Killua."

However, Sora called out to Killua calmly.

Sora's gaze did not change, even though he saw through the fact that he wanted Gon to fail just to satisfy his own self-esteem.

He did not give me the affectionate gaze he gave Gon during the match, but it was as usual. He felt neither contempt nor disappointment toward Killua.

"What are you doing? Come here."

No matter how cruel Killua thought, no matter how stupid and small Killua was, Sora smiled and reached out his hand to him, saying: "It's fine to be by your side."

"... I'm coming now."

I wanted to escape that tolerant power that made my own small boat stand out even more.

Perhaps out of a little bit of pride, perhaps he just didn't want to face his own dirty side, the direction was completely opposite to that feeling.

I didn't want to leave.

I didn't have the confidence to Stick to it like Gon, but that was "what he truly wanted to do" that Killua chose.

I didn't want to let go yet.

The second match, "Hisoka vs. Kurapika," ended faster than expected.

Originally, for the sake of Sora's trust, he had deliberately forfeited immediately for Sora's sake, thinking it was an insult to the comrade who helped him get this far; Kurapika had even urged Hisoka to "fight seriously" before the match.

Perhaps because of this, or perhaps because he was an opponent completely considered a toy, even if not comparable to Sora, seeing Hisoka's tension rise significantly, both the students and the Examiner were terrified during the match. It began.

If the opponent was Hisoka, and his tension was rising, he must have anticipated that this would be a deadly battle that would lose the "kill and you fail" rule.

If only one of the two people in the match died, I didn't think there was anything to it, other than Kurapika's companion Sora and the others. On the contrary, it was convenient to be automatically judged as a pass without fighting, but if it was against Hisoka, we would likely be dragged into the match, so even the referee would be stuck to the Wall. I kept my distance from them.

However, when I actually started, Hisoka looked happy, very happy, and his tension level was definitely high. "I will!" he cried.

Immediately after, Hisoka whispered a few words in his ear, immediately announced his failure, and the match ended.

As if to trample on Kurapika's determination, the result ended in a very immature way; although Kurapika had already been admitted, Kurapika returned to the corner with an unconvinced look on his face.

Leorio was puzzled by the proud Kurapika, wondering why Hisoka, who had been completely licked, had quietly returned without complaining about the status quo of passing the exam.

"Kurapika, thank you."

However, Kurapika himself seemed to be hesitating about whether to say something, so Sora put his hand on his head and said that.

"Congratulations on passing."

Kurapika, who was told a smile that had nothing to do with anything other than gratitude and blessings, smiled in confusion. He showed a calm smile, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

"... Thank you."

"I can say that if you passed the exam with all your physical strength, then you have already achieved the purpose of this year's Hunter Exam."

I mean, he also has a m-mind, so if he gets hurt, he will definitely fall into a disgusting state of tension, so don't worry. Seriously."

Seeing Kurapika's appearance, Leorio was relieved, but he also felt a sense of refreshment from the bottom of his heart, thinking: "Come on, explode."

While I was doing that, the third match also ended with a quick attack.

The third match was between Hanzo and the ordinary Hunter Pokkuru of the Hunter Exam; perhaps recalling it, this time he immediately assumed a posture of breaking an arm and said.

"I'm sorry, but you shouldn't back down."

Pokkuru, who had witnessed Gon being tortured with his own eyes, was a person who, unlike Gon, could endure torture; it was easily broken and declared a failure.

Just like that, it was over in less than 10 minutes, and Sora sighed in disgust.

On the other side, although Kurapika was already high enough, the other party was excited, not knowing if he could go any higher; he spread his hands, incomparably happy.

"Hehehe, since the first exam, the patience has been worth it, Sora; this time you will be my opponent, you won't be impatient, right?"

"When did you do that? Wait a minute!! If you can, do it for a lifetime! Also, I'm not in a hurry! I really don't want to be your partner!!

If you are happy because I begged you, please be happy without me seeing it!!"

The Examinees and the Examiners looked at Sora, who could be said to be relatively gentle, and while shouting angrily, they cast looks of sincere sympathy.

Seeing that even Netero was watching, it was truly pitiful, and Sora said: "If you're going to look at me like that, why don't you use this combination!"

"Well, calm down."

"I don't want to be appeased by you! Or, if you want to appease me, go die right now!!"

Hisoka laughed and said, but Sora still shouted a few unreasonable but quite persuasive words with teary eyes.

The master managed to calm them down and brought the two to the center of the hall.

After confirming that the other Examinees and the Examiners were more stuck to the Wall than before, just like Hisoka was to Kurapika, in order not to be dragged into the battle, this was a declaration.

"Fourth match, Hisoka vs. Sora!! Start!!"

The expected development that followed was Sora saying "Sorry!" to cover up the start declaration of Sora, and the machine-gun-like barrage of Hisoka trying to stop it, but the two did not expect to meet. If one were to watch, even if the start of the match was announced, it had no movement for a while.

"Oh? Sora, aren't you going to tell me?"

Facing Hisoka's question, Sora answered with a sticky, disgusting smile almost like a grinning killing intent; Sora answered straight with night-sky-colored eyes, even though she looked truly disgusted.

"Even if you don't want me to say it, don't be a jerk."

"Besides, although Gon is working so hard, if I quickly announce 'I lose,' I won't be serving in a senior's position, so this time I will be serious. You don't have to thank me, because it makes me feel sick. I mean, I'm sorry."

Hearing this answer, the corners of Hisoka's eyes and mouth twitched even more violently, brilliantly drawing the attention of everyone in the Venue.

Of course, Hisoka himself didn't care at all, and even let her feel a bit better, humming a sound.

"Heh... are you going to show me how serious you are? Then I must serve you as well."

Saying this, he took out a deck of cards, first showing off his acrobatic shuffling. On the surface, this looked like a clown's magic trick, but the movement was preparation for battle, attaching his aura, Bungee Gum, to all the cards.

Sora looked at it with disgust, opened her waist bag to respond, and prepared to Throw the Jewel at any moment.

"I will be serious, but I don't want to show my seriousness. I mean, I don't need any service. The only service I truly want is to die right now."

"I'm bored."

Hisoka pouted, indicating he was truly disappointed. In Sora's eyes, this reaction was nothing more than disgusting, but perhaps she was happy to have a little less fun from him, and she tucked her gray-white hair and said.

"Fine, if you die yourself instead of being serious, there are Seeds and tricks, a fallen Miracle sorcery if you don't mind, I'll show you, Magician."

The moment Hisoka's bangs were brushed up and his gaze shifted from the night sky to the azure sky, Hisoka's originally slightly withered bloodlust instantly expanded to the point of Explosion.

Sora immediately regretted getting carried away.

About ten minutes after the fourth round started.

"Sun! Don't be stubborn anymore! Please don't be stubborn anymore!!"

"Sora!"

"Hmm, this is dangerous! Uh!?"

"Don't come over!"

The competition Venue turned into a map of hellish screams.

It was fine that Sora used her familiar Prediction reaction to avoid Hisoka's trump card attack, but Hisoka of course wouldn't care about the other Examinees and the Examiner, so they didn't. Just as I worried at the beginning, everyone in the Venue was brilliant.

In a situation where everyone wanted to fail the exam without Malice, even if it wasn't the case, it made them want to cry, or rather, a half-crying Sora shouted back in despair.

"If I could say it, I would want to say it now!"

Just as she screamed, Hisoka's trump card flew directly into Sora's carotid artery, emitting a cat-like scream, and Sora dodged it like a cat again.

Except for Gittarackur, all the students expressed heartfelt support for Sora.

"Keep it up! Do your best, say 'Sorry!'!"

It was a terrifying cheer, but it was of no use, because the person herself wanted it too.

"Sora, aren't you being serious?"

"My 'seriousness' is to do my best to survive, I don't think killing each other will go smoothly!!"

Hisoka said with some dissatisfaction while swinging his cards like blades to slash at her, but Sora continued to shout loudly; there was nothing particularly ugly, but Hisoka's attacks were perfect, not hurting her skin, clothes, or even her hair, as she kept dodging.

Saying the super-reaction evasion was also interesting, but for the battle-maniac Hisoka, it was of course unsatisfying.

"Hmm, burning so fiercely, being teased without even being touched is also a bit painful."

"............ Although it's a pity, if I can see your seriousness, can't I endure it?"

Hisoka muttered to himself while licking his Tongue, his long eyes moving away from Sora.

He didn't look at Sora's gaze, but said "What a pity," because when Hisoka really tried to kill Sora, Leorio was already prepared to jump out, even though he was pressed against the Wall. Kurapika.

Before the two noticed Hisoka's gaze, Sora said.

Increasing the brightness of her eyes, making it the color of a clear sky.

"...... Pervert."

"Everyone! I'm sorry for getting you involved!!"

"!?"

Suddenly saying something more provocative than Hisoka, Sora took several Jewels out of her waist bag and threw them, shouting words too simple for an Explosion Switch.

"Splash!!"

Those who witnessed Sora's Gem Magic immediately ran away, keeping a certain distance from the gems, or squatted on the spot covering their heads. Those unfamiliar also had a very disturbing statement, so their reactions were similar, but they didn't know the reason.

As for the thrown Hisoka, Sora finally changed from a defensive battle to an offensive one.

Judging from the text on the detonation Switch, I thought it was a Fire system and felt it was enough, but I was wrong.

Even Sora understood that Hisoka could predict the effects of her Gem Magic, the time delay of the detonation, and the text on the detonation Switch.

If your hand is exposed, take advantage of it.

Sora, just as she declared, involved everyone in the Venue.

"!?"

According to the words Sora put on the detonation Switch, the gem exploded a few seconds after Hisoka threw it away, releasing fully charged Mana, but the attribute residing there was indeed "Fire" as Hisoka expected. However, the effect was not "Fire" but "Light."

Following Sora's command, a dazzling light erupted, instantly dyeing the surroundings into a vast whiteness.

The light was instantaneous, but the amount of light was extraordinary, perhaps because it was not material light but Mana; the eyes of everyone in the Venue shone from behind, and even the Examiner was stunned by this light halo without exception, depriving them of their vision.

However, Hisoka was not decent enough to stop at just the loss of vision.

The moment he was dizzy, what he did was expand his aura, using his whole body instead of vision to perceive the existence and movement of his surroundings, expanding his "En," and running towards Sora non-stop.

However, Sora was also confused by this, not expecting someone to stop their own movements for a moment.

"Gander!"

Sora herself was also burned in the eyes by her own Jewel and was temporarily blinded, but her right hand pointed directly at Hisoka, firing, very suitable for Harassment, while her left hand grabbed something in the bag. Threw it. Threw it and ordered "Explosion!"

Even if Hisoka couldn't see, Hisoka could tell where the fired Gander and the thrown Jewels were scattered, even if he couldn't see. I threw it into a wide area.

Although it was "En," if blinded, throwing pebble-sized gems over a large area, one could use Bungee Gum to catch them all and shoot them back at Sora. It was difficult even for the talented.

Even if Hisoka's body was wrapped in rubber to protect himself, he judged that if he detonated these Jewels with multiple effects all at once, it would be impossible to completely kill their power. At the same time, Hisoka jumped backward to avoid being directly hit by the falling Gem Magic.

While flying away, he sent the Bungee Gum Hidden in the "Shadow" flying toward Sora, sticking it onto Sora's body.

Because Hisoka's line of sight was blocked, and because Hisoka's killing intent had not been hidden since the start of the match, it seemed impossible to utilize perception abilities like prediction. The dissatisfaction was groundless.

The power of the explosion from the gems Sora threw was far less than imagined. In fact, most of the gems I threw did not explode into fire, form ice shards, or create storms; only a few gems exploded and shattered, with only the fragments falling like raindrops.

Hisoka immediately realized that he had added an Aura to his meticulously crafted imitations and mistook it for his favorite gem. I ran through the rain of sparks.

Although there was no effect, the gems and glass bead fragments carrying Aura, even in a "Wrap" state, caused damage to Hisoka's body; while it could not be called a sting or a scratch, it certainly excited Hisoka. There was no need to worry about such things; on the contrary, even the slight pain turned into pleasure, narrowing the distance to Sora.

At the same time, the "Bungee Gum" effect was removed from everything except the one stuck to Sora's abdomen.

Immediately after, Hisoka threw it at Sora and dodged it, and many Playing Cards on the walls, floor, and ceiling flew toward Sora like Bullets.

After the effect of "Bungee Gum" was released, it was stuck to Sora's abdomen, and the originally taut "rubber band" contracted, returning to Sora's body.

Hisoka remembered.

Sora knew perfectly well that Hisoka had thrown the Bungee Gum onto him.

It was not that I could not avoid it, I just decided that not avoiding it was more effective.

She did not even look at the mischievous Playing Cards that were suddenly attacking her from all directions at once.

Whether vision was restored or not was irrelevant. I did not need to see it, so I simply did not look.

Sora did not even glance at them, his Fingers swiped across his abdomen as quickly as drawing a line, and immediately after, all the Playing Cards flying straight like Bullets lost their momentum and drifted like flower petals.

Sora decided that if Hisoka attached the Playing Cards connected to Bungee Gum, he could shoot at any time in any way, which would make it easier to Eliminate Direct Death. Ecstatic, but this time he did not flinch and ran toward the Death God.

Sora also ran.

Of course, my vision had also improved a little, and I did not see Hisoka's disgusting smile either. There was only one thing to grasp.

Just then, Hisoka reached out and aimed at Hisoka's left arm, but Hisoka, who already knew clearly that he should be wary of this woman, pushed the extended hand back even if it was not aimed at a vital point. To dodge it, use Playing Cards.

But Sora, while clumsily avoiding the cards that almost fell to the ground, avoiding the cards thrown while rolling, and avoiding the kick that did not hesitate even knowing the opponent was a woman, kept his distance. The recoil of the rolling made a crunching sound as he got up.

Seemingly just desperately dodging the attacks in front of him, in reality, Hisoka exhaled countless breaths of admiration, mocking the efficiency of completely determining the escape route and avoiding it.

The Examinees and Examiner caught in the sea of fire finally began to recover their sight, but when they tried to complain, they were stunned by the two people who continued to fight wildly without being seen; they were still pulled away by Hisoka's tension and intensified killing intent, and I could not speak.

Sora thought: "I can't go on like this. I want to rush out of here now."

I thought about how to make the "Curse" that sows the "seed" sprout.

Hisoka discovered that most of the things he threw were fake bluffs, thinking they were meaningless glass debris, and threw himself into the rain of fragments without warning.

He still did not know about the "favorite" mixed in.

For Sora, there was a mixed gem that established "Magic" Magic, which was incompatible with both the magic system and the Nen Ability system.

Hisoka's left arm was slightly injured by gem fragments, and now Hisoka contained that "Magic".

Because it was a spell that was originally incompatible, the effect was frankly quite weak, and unlike other gems, it could not be activated by pressing an explosion Switch.

Sora himself stroked Hisoka's wound with a gem. If you don't put in a little Magic Aura and don't say the Spell to trigger the detonation Switch, the "Curse" will remain in Hisoka's body and will not be activated, and it won't be for a whole day. It doesn't even count as a remnant of the "Curse." Even if it were activated, it couldn't be expected to have much effect on Hisoka in many ways.

However, even with such a weak effect, it was unlikely that Sora would use it because it was incompatible with Sora's system, so if you activate it, you can expect a momentary gap.

Sora's goal was entirely to say "sorry" and then lose. There was just enough time to say that.

That said, even if Hisoka still felt frustrated, the Examiner could not leave her alone, so Sora could guarantee her safety was fair.

Therefore, it must not be revealed under any circumstances that Sora's goal was to scratch Hisoka's arm. If this man with keen intuition noticed this, even if he didn't know the effect of the 【Curse】, he wouldn't be surprised if he activated it. Do not create a gap.

In any case, while Sora was looking for an opportunity to activate the "Curse" without him noticing, Hisoka began to chuckle.

"Kuku... Hey, Sora, did you say 'I don't want to die'?"

"Hmm?"

When she suddenly got the skeleton that made up the "Sora" she was now, Sora made a sound that was half unhappy and half suspicious.

I didn't remember talking about this at all, but if I knew Illumi, it wouldn't be surprising to know Sora's crazy desire to survive, so there was no doubt.

Strangely, Sora didn't think Hisoka would be interested in anything related to Sora's inner life and spirituality. I'm sure you're not interested in such things.

That is why this sudden question was both suspicious and creepy.

A bad premonition made the fine hairs on his skin stand up, but the broken thought of Sora screaming "I don't want to die" did not fully form this premonition.

Until Hisoka's next line came out.

"Hey, which one are you threatening to get serious about?

Is it your wish 'not to die' or your wish to 'protect'?"

"!?"

As soon as I finished speaking, I turned and threw it.

Not looking at Sora, but at the three people behind him, who were looking at Sora anxiously, with a lot of Hisoka's Aura on them while playing cards.

In order to bring out Sora's "seriousness," Hisoka didn't threaten him in the end, but did it.

As soon as Hisoka twisted his body, Killua jumped up and moved about five meters away from where he was.

Leorio's heart was paralyzed by Hisoka's terrifying gaze and bloodthirsty desire, his thoughts were dyed pure white, and he couldn't remember anything, but his body faithfully followed his original intention, moving according to his survival instinct.

Kurapika just watched.

Killua and Leorio were on the left and right, so the time they ran away was not because they were in a bad place.

Just like Leorio, "I'm scared" and "I don't want to die" occupied my thoughts, but my body moved to escape the scene.

But my legs couldn't move.

Only his right leg, as if it had been sewn on, remained motionless, and Kurapika knelt on the ground.

I don't know why my legs wouldn't move.

Kurapika, who didn't know "Nen," didn't notice.

Hisoka's "Bungee Gum" was stuck to the floor, and Kurapika was sewn in place.

At some point, when you stuck it on Sora's abdomen, did you fly together? But Kurapika himself and Sora didn't know if he skipped it, Kurapika was caught unknowingly.

Sora's Shogi, which defended against death like a prediction ability, and the broken high-speed thinking that wouldn't stop even if burned, were the products of the madness of "I don't want to die."

No matter how much I want to protect it, no matter how important it is, no matter how much I love it, I cannot fulfill my initial wish.

——But this does not mean Sora is lying.

Because it is indeed the final sanctuary of the precious beloved that I want to protect.

"Kurapika aaaaa!!"

So Sora did not hesitate.

Precisely because "I don't want to die," I "protected" a him whom I hadn't thought of, hadn't realized, hadn't even considered, and had abandoned.

"…………Sora?"

It is not a contradiction for Sora to use his back as a shield to protect himself.

Without him, Sora can also live on. I will not die.

However, it would make you lose the meaning of living.

I want to live, so I will protect you.

――There is someone I want to protect.

The enemy is not within the range of Direct Death.

A wound that cannot be resisted for long.

... The conditions are perfect.

Now—

Construct it, trace it.

＊＊＊

In an instant, almost all the Qi shifted to his legs; he carved out a large space on the floor, ignored Hisoka and the others, and charged in, while Sora used his own body as a shield to protect Kurapika.

Although wrapping Qi around the body is an extremely terrible and dangerous "way of dressing" because of the Magic Circuit, the body is partially "Absolute" because it prioritizes the dash.

Hisoka's cards pierced deeply into Sora's back, staining his back and jumpsuit a bright red.

The impact of the cards piercing through tilted Sora's body.

At the same time, Killua twisted his lips with tears streaming down his face.

Leorio turned toward Hisoka with an angry expression.

The Witness tried to say something to Hisoka.

Kurapika reached out toward the collapsing Sora.

Rather than an embrace, it was more like she reached out and held her with a sad look on her face.

But this was faster than anyone else.

Damn it! I took a forceful step forward, almost mistaking it for an earthquake, and endured my collapse.

"Hisoka aaaaaaaaaaaaa!!"

Azure eyes, clear enough to represent the blue sky, the beautiful name of the blue sky, yet deeper than hell, radiated a scorching rage that captured the illusionist.

Before Killua could scream Sora's name, before Leorio could hit Hisoka, before the Examiner could declare Hisoka a "disqualified loser"... before Kurapika's hand could reach Sora, turn around.

And shout.

"Hurry up! Fuck you, old man!!"

Sora thought the Spell should be short and simple, but no matter how terrible it was, he had no room to think in his mind.

Just call, pump, and assemble.

That day, when I somehow rebuilt myself into the shape of "myself" and escaped, I melted just like myself, which is why Sora's remains became "a part."

Originally, when it melted, it would no longer form its original appearance and should have lost its original meaning, and should have been nothingness itself, but Sora's Magic Attribute picked it up.

Among Magic Attributes, it is as rare as "Imaginary Number." The fictional element "Nothing."

The "Nothingness" of Magic is different from the "Nothingness" of physics and mathematics.

The Magician's definition of "Nothing" is not "nothing" or "non-existent," but "something that is impossible but realized."

Sora's body, even when about to be dismantled, fell into 【】, was rebuilt and escaped; it is a body directly connected to 【】.

It is the beginning, the end, and the starting point of all things; one who possesses the contradictory Spiritual Power will grasp the "exception."

"!?】

Hisoka, provoked to the edge of a climax by Sora's anger, felt goosebumps all over his body for the first time, beyond joy.

Everyone in the venue widened their eyes, speechless.

Those who do not understand "good" will only marvel at and be fascinated by its beauty.

For those who understand "Nen," the word "Impossible!!" filled their minds.

A strange weapon suddenly appeared in Sora's hand.

A club is the most accurate way to express it, but that is too elegant to say.

A survivor expelled by science, civilization, and reality.

A magic dress that allows limited use of the Second Magic.

A magical fragment bearing the Wizard's name.

——Jewel Sword, Zelretch.

However, this is a very peculiar imitation created by an "ally of justice," whose origin and Magic Attribute were remade, using only one magic-level Magic.

"……Infiltration World"

I ordered such an imitation.

At the same time, the "Sword" pierced the Magic Aura; Hisoka saw all this, and his eyes widened.

How long had it been since he was filled with pure surprise, without joy or ecstasy?

Looking at Sora, who appeared to be an Enhancer, when I was asked to do something in the middle of being a Conjuration type, I was surprised and said, "This child will exceed my imagination no matter what," but this is no longer an "exception"; words cannot describe it.

Even among Enhancers, it is possible to manifest Aura onto an object, and Sora's Aura was clearly consumed significantly when manifesting a strange weapon.

Hisoka watched for a while, feeling somewhat disappointed, but Sora muttered something, causing the blade to be imbued with Aura.

It was clearly far beyond the Magic Aura Sora himself was consuming; even from the perspective of someone who does not understand "Nen," a Sword draped in a Sword could only be understood as an "impossible thing."

However, this was a deception, a fake.

Even if the genuine article is lost, a fake can only be created and born when the "genuine article" exists.

Wielding such a fake Sword.

A fake can never replace the genuine article.

Yet, as if to prove that a counterfeit is not necessarily inferior to the genuine article, a brilliant slash was unleashed, a piece of Miracle.