Chapter 68: Rest is Over

After hearing about last night's events, Wing's first thought, while enduring a headache, was that leaving Zushi at the inn had been a good idea.

Zushi was not wrong; she still considered Sora a "gentle and beautiful older sister," but her kindness meant that if it were for someone important to her, she would use professional wrestling techniques on a corpse. This was because I thought that facing the reality—an extremely physical and violent reality, such as blowing him away with a fist—would be cruel.

"……I have a lot to say, but for now, everyone being safe is what matters most."

After worrying for a while, Sora, Gon, and Killua laughed as soon as they heard Wing's first sentence.

But of course, Wing, having been deceived by such things, would not forget what he wanted to say.

"But I am very angry with the three of you."

As I looked at the three people sitting before me, a sharp light flashed in the eyes behind my usually gentle glasses; Killua stopped laughing first and tried to deceive me.

"! I was the one who broke Sora's order and ran out of the room, and Gon protected me! Sora also did such an unreasonable thing because I was useless!"

"……Gon did exactly as you said, and in that situation, he didn't even wear a 'coat'! Sora, let me train again in a month! If you say you're going to stop teaching me, then leave me alone!"

To become that strong, he risked fighting, and now the power he sought was right in front of him, but he was afraid that the friend who had forbidden him from using it would be unable to continue training. Killua defended Gon by admitting that he was also helpless.

The first to bite into his own line of defense was Gon himself, who had been the one protected.

"Even if I pushed Killua away, I couldn't see it, but there was a very bad feeling in front of me. I could have avoided it, but I knew the danger and avoided it, doing something even stupider and worse than when I fought Gido, so the one who was wrong wasn't Killua, it was me!"

"Killua broke it because he was worried about Sora! It was for Sora! Unlike my selfishness, it wasn't Killua's fault for going out to help Sora, and Sora wasn't wrong from the start! I'm the most miserable!!"

"You two, calm down."

"The bad thing is that I didn't explain it well at the beginning and could only resort to worrying."

"I'm sorry. I made you look both dangerous and hateful."

If Gon was angry at Killua and tried his best to protect Killua, Sora would try her best to take all the blame upon herself. "You are the one who got into trouble!" "Sora saved me and Killua, so why are you saying that!?"

"I understand that you all love each other, and this is a very thoughtful concern, but it will be an argument that puts the cart before the horse, so stop it."

It looked like a big fight was about to break out; because they loved each other, Wing stopped it. The three of them thought, "What are you talking about, me and us..."? Shut up.

"How should I put it, you three seem to be reflecting, even if I don't say what you should be reflecting on, I won't say much more..."

Wing decided not to lecture the three of them, but he still hadn't recovered his usual gentle demeanor.

"The three of you won't be angry, so please be honest."

"Besides the places you reported first, do you feel any pain or discomfort anywhere? You didn't hide any injuries or other disturbing information, did you?"

Once again, Killua was the first to answer Wing's urgent question.

"Like I said at the beginning, it's just a wound on my hand. I pulled out the glass that was stuck in it; a wound like this will heal quickly."

"When I jumped down, I was cut by the window glass, and then... I think I have a bruise on my chest?"

"I am very sorry for pushing you too hard."

Gon answered honestly behind Killua, and Killua answered with his bandaged hands exposed.

Finally, he was very honest, rubbing his chest and moving his gaze away from Sora for a moment; Sora bowed to Gon again.

After Sora apologized, Gon said again: "Sora is fine!" After all, he answered with an honest impression, and Sora was even more unable to lift her head.

Apparently, even though the soul of the deceased had seeped into her body, her consciousness still existed; she could not surface herself, and the penetrated Sora was clearly visible, seemingly still remembering.

"...... I mean, I'm glad I got rid of the bruise."

Killua looked at the exchange between the two in surprise and stated his true thoughts again.

In fact, if he knew about Sora's stinky eyes, he would be so overwhelmed that the bruise on his chest would be almost unscathed. This woman, she actually accidentally killed a god.

"Well, I found it to be so precise that I never mentioned it unless I was unconscious, which was a chaotic 'point'. There was no damage other than a powerful poke. If that happens, I have no choice but to apologize."

"I'm not looking for that kind of apology! Seriously, it's fine, stop talking!"

Responding to Killua's honest impression, Sora raised her head and responded with a triumphant face, expressing too much sincerity, and was stopped by Gon, who took it seriously.

And Wing, feeling that the conversation was about to go off the rails, forcibly interrupted the conversation, trying to correct the trajectory of the topic.

"Sora, I know you were just injured, but do you feel any physical discomfort?"

"Hmm? Well... I don't have anything like that right now. Or rather, that ghost? If there was still a little bit left in me, I think I would be able to see it clearly."

"When that thing came in, something clearly different from me, something that would never mix with me, went crazy in my body; it was amazing."

Gon flatly denied the consequences of Wing's body being taken over by the spirit of the deceased (even though it was for a short time), as well as the anxiety that he might have left a small amount of the deceased's soul in Gon.

Honestly, I believe the denial.

The "Vow Line" wrapped around the left pinky finger, made with Kamiji, can really be cut with "Nen" when facing the dead, never admitting defeat. It proves that I am protecting the price this time.

In the opposite sense of the Gido match, this was a stupid choice, but it displayed his straightforwardness to the fullest, so Wing believed Gon's words and treated him with "very good." It was a stupid choice, but he did not deny that he wanted to protect his friends, stroking Gon's stiff hair as if praising him.

However, even without Gon's words, Wing was not too worried.

I believe Wing will be fine because my young student has more experience than I do, and he is not worried about anything.

These questions and reminders were not about suspicion of Killua or Gon, but pressure saying, "They answered very honestly, so you should answer honestly too."

Thus, Wing looked at Sora with a slightly stern gaze and asked.

"Then what about Sora?"

"Not a single problem."

"Liar."

However, there was no reason to put such pressure on this woman.

There was a clear Handprint on Sora's neck from being strangled, and like Gon, her body was covered in bandages and casts from glass cuts, along with her usual midnight blue eyes. On the contrary, I immediately answered that my deep and bright royal blue eyes and very beautiful smile were there, but the three of them immediately recognized that I was lying.

"I can't believe you like 'no problem,' I have nothing to say! Do you know what you are saying!?"

"Sora, instead of worrying about my injuries, you should worry about yourself! Are your eyes really okay!?"

Facing Sora's overly harsh words, Wing endured the headache and held his head with one hand, starting to say: "People like you are...", but before that, the two children were too kind. So, everything Wing wanted to say was said first.

However, in a field of vision where nothing could be seen except "lines" and "points," Sora's face was so strange that it was hard to imagine that she was looking at such a world that seemed to be going crazy. No reply.

"Because I am more worried about your safety than my own. Besides, you are the same, right?"

"If someone as stupid as me right now gave you a sermon, it would be fine, but I don't want to make you sad, so I will definitely only tell you it's okay, and I will really do it."

Hearing Sora's words, not only Killua, but Gon also blushed, though not as much as his friend beside him, and at the same time, the sermon suddenly stopped.

Just as Sora said, Gon and Killua were more worried about their opponent's injuries and the depth of the wounds than their own, which was a big problem. This was why it was a serious sermon.

I wanted to say, "If you were going to say that, you shouldn't have gotten hurt in the first place." I couldn't say anything.

Just as Sora said, even if I honestly said that my neck and body were injured, if I said I couldn't see for the time being, what could I do to make Gon and Killua feel even more guilty?

I was certainly annoyed by the over-boasting lie of "it's no problem," but even though I thought Sora would never do such a thing, I was relieved because I wasn't blamed with "it's all your fault." Fact.

Rather than honestly telling them where the problem lay, it was a fake "it's okay" that made them feel relieved. However, when the heat on their faces cooled down, the heat surged again, and the two hung their heads in silence.

Sora grabbed them with both hands at the same time and hugged them.

"……!?"

As usual, Gon and Killua couldn't help but stare at this woman who suddenly changed her behavior, and the two hugged Together without any resistance.

Sora held the two in her arms and whispered to their earlobes.

"If it ends like this, I would have been honest with you from the beginning, and you should have just cooperated with me."

Repeatedly telling him about her own injuries, the burden she bore, "this level," "no problem."

"It's not your fault," she said, reaching out to stroke the child who was about to collapse, regret, guilt, and self-loathing making her want to cry.

"My goodness, boys grow up so fast, you have both become so strong.

... Killua and Gon, thank you for your hard work. Thank you for helping me, helping me."

Affirming Killua's actions, despite being protected, he violated orders and came out.

Acknowledging the most dangerous and stupid thing Gon did to protect his best friend.

Giving meaning to the helpless events that caused them both to suffer.

I know these are words of comfort.

Even so, I don't want to think those words are nothing more than flattery, empty words.

Belittling Sora's wish of "not wanting her to get hurt" like they did is also belittling their own wishes.

Thus, Gon put his hand on Sora's back and hugged her back, and Killua also buried his face in Sora's direction, and the two said at the same time.

"... Sora. Thank you for your help."

"............ Saved."

No matter how painful it is, thank those who say "it's okay," thank those who swear to make it better, Gon and Killua swore to share the same future.

(Let's be strong)

I swore to be strong.

Seeing the interaction between the two and the elementary school student, Wing smiled gently.

Of course, I was worried about Sora's injuries and eyes, but I was relieved that Wing could solve the problem of Killua and Gon getting sick because of Sora. Then, if it was solved, I decided there was no need to hold back, and said to Sora with a smile.

"Sora-san. Even if you two are fine, I'm still not convinced, you know?"

"Uh..."

While holding the two, making a painful sound, Sora gently moved her sapphire blue eyes away from Wing.

Unlike Biscuit, she rarely goes out to use iron fists for sanctions, but Wing is the epitome of "people who are not usually angry are more dangerous when they are angry." To escape the fact that Wing was still angry at Sora's words and actions.

However, even if he said he was convinced by Sora's words, even so, even to protect himself, he still used Sora herself as bait, was strangled to find the "point" of the dead. Still angry at her for her suicidal way.

Thus, the two were mercilessly torn from Sora's embrace, Sora's hug was no longer a hug, but closer to clinging, and handed over to Wing.

"Wing-san, take care of Sora."

"You should be squeezed for a while"

"Hey! My two little brothers suddenly became bitter!!"

Gon and Killua kindly took in the little brother, and after Sora complained about not being in a hurry, Wing grabbed Sora by the neck and walked out of the room.

Fortunately, Wing's sermon was short.

90% of what I wanted to say had already been said by Gon and Killua, so Wing said, 'I know these two are important, and your will and actions to protect them are worthy of respect. But take better care of yourself. You don't fight to make them sad and hurt, right?', I just warned her again.

The purpose of Wing taking Sora out of the room was not to preach, but to check the condition of the injuries and eyes, and instead of preaching, it took longer to convince Wing that she was really fine.

In Sora's view, that statement was neither a lie nor a bluff to keep the two from getting sick, but an undeniable fact.

In Sora's view, all the injuries were just scratches, and the eyes were the same as during the final exam, and I believe my vision will recover in a day, and it will not interfere with my life until then. None.

It's not that I can't see anything, it's like looking through frosted glass, almost unable to recognize people's faces, then there is no problem.

The biggest Obstacle now is that cooking is dangerous, so I explained to Wing that I couldn't do it, and I was finally freed from Wing's sermon and worries.

However, once released, Sora was free.

As soon as they returned to Gon's room, the two were sitting on the bench, practicing Cultivation of "Burning" to realize the vow of "becoming stronger."

I can't see very clearly, so I can't be sure, but despite the commotion yesterday, the Arena today is still a success.

Yesterday's Kastro zombie commotion was that night after all the matches were over, although it wasn't too late, and the place where it happened was the floor where the warriors were, so it seems the general public didn't seem to know about yesterday's commotion.

The Arena side certainly knew, but there were injuries, no deaths. "The corpse moves with the soul of the dead and attacks others" is information I don't want to be known here, where "nen" battles are a selling point, so I think it's a good idea to cover up the fact that it's been resolved. I guess.

So, except for the guests, the warriors were of course in the class on the 200th floor, and many warriors in the lower classes only knew about it from rumors, so they glanced at Sora with a different meaning than yesterday, but Sora didn't care and waited on the bench.

As for Sora, it would be fine to sit and meditate with him, but rather than spending all the time she could spend in such a place, sitting and meditating with her cute little brother was a billion times more fun. If you postpone things you don't want to do, you won't want to do them, so Sora decided to finish it first.

However, even so, she didn't want to go out alone, as if she wanted to die.

For Sora, even she didn't know if it was happiness or misfortune, but even if she didn't make any promises, it was earlier than she expected, just as Sora thought.

"Hey Sora, aren't you wearing that cute outfit anymore?"

"... Don't do it if it's not necessary, you're just like that."

Unlike last night, Hisoka appeared in his usual clown outfit, but Sora stared at him, approaching him with a refreshingly suspicious smile. Only this time, I was glad I didn't have to look at Hisoka's disgusting smile that made me feel murderous.

And Sora's outfit, as Hisoka said, was not the rabbit-eared hoodie she had been wearing for three days, but the Sweatpants she wore during the Hunter Exam.

Yesterday's events, especially Kastro so smoothly cutting off a leg with a cane, left Sora—an artist who had caused a sensation in the Arena two years ago with her own artistic feats—rarely killing opponents with her bare hands. The fighters on the 200th floor finally discovered that she was rumored to be the legendary female fighter "Snow Record," possessing a cruel duality, cutting off parts of limbs as if taking them apart.

This is the story of how it was discovered, so no one said like Kastro, "I'm a fan!" If such a stalker hadn't appeared, it would have been a good opportunity, so she seemed to stop the disguise.

Sora wanted to stop as soon as possible and finally felt refreshed, but like Hisoka, Gon, and Wing, she felt regret over Sora's disguise, saying, "I'm sorry."

Gon and Wing, although they didn't say it, Killua couldn't help but think that her cute appearance was just Sora's disguise, and he regretted it.

However, Hisoka seemed truly disappointed, so he sighed and continued.

"If I had to quit, I should have taken a photo yesterday and sent it to Illumi."

"……Which one are you harassing? Both?"

"For me, this is a gift for early summer."

Sora, confused by Hisoka's regret, rushed in and smiled at the even more incomprehensible remarks Sora said.

For Hisoka, it might be a gift for midsummer, but if you really gave it to Illumi, it might be different from what Sora thought, but as Sora said, this is normal Harassment.

"Whether it's Harassment or middle school, just don't drag me into it."

It wasn't that Sora wasn't curious why he thought this photo, which had completely become a dark history, would be a summer gift, but she didn't want to understand the thoughts of this pervert, so Sora asked Hisoka. Pushing the story forward by getting rid of the world's troubles.

Hisoka also narrowed his eyes and smiled, his mood of "it doesn't matter" was very good, so Sora sat on the bench and kept her distance from Hisoka.

After finishing that "scary" action with a very inspiring voice that lacked persuasion, Hisoka stood in front of Sora, placed his hands on the Wall behind Sora, and looked down at Sora who was escaping in a wall-pinning posture.

"You asked me out, but are you going to run away?"

Because Sora was unusually wearing a set of "clothes" full of aura, as if proclaiming her own existence, Hisoka noticed it, licked his Tongue, and asked, but Sora was annoyed by his sapphire-blue eyes. She immediately denied it.

"No reason. Or rather, you know what's going on with my eyes now, right? If you aren't a lazy person who can only fight against imperfect people, then don't try so hard on yourself."

"Due to the current situation, killing, or I would love to see you, if you were now, you might accidentally kill a god, right?"

However, Sora's answer made Hisoka even more sticky and disgusting.

Apparently, he still remembered the final exam with Sora and was happy that "that was good."

Even if Hisoka appeared, he could avoid the Moses' Ten Commandments state even if it was crowded, and there was no one around.

It wasn't that it was in the way, it was more that it was convenient, but there were indeed people who thought it was the same kind of pervert, which gave me a headache; your favorite sticky pervert couldn't let you go so easily.

"……Ah, that outfit might not be a makeover, but a disguise? Of course, it's completely different from the 'Snow Record' era, so it won't be noticed, but did you know about yesterday? The matter?"

"How do you know that name!?"

Fortunately, Sora came back to her senses, then pulled Hisoka back to reality, saying: "How much longer are you going to be happy, disgusting?" When someone called my name, I instinctively covered my chest and screamed.

"No, I completely forgot, but the reason I subscribed to the games here at Heaven's Arena is because of your match videos here; it reminded me of the ruthless but artistic shining Wizard yesterday."

Of course, Hisoka didn't show any embarrassment or guilt when he grabbed my chest, but answered with a lively voice that sounded like he was a little happy even though it couldn't be seen. Although Sora was bouncing, she was also completely detached from reality, feeling that it was an amazing thing to leave a deep impression with a sticky and unique voice.

I hope it becomes a successful Prediction of Killua's fantasy.

Like Kastro, Hisoka saw Sora's match video and signed up for Heaven's Arena to face her, but Sora withdrew from the competition before they passed each other, so the two of them were lucky for Sora, but unfortunately for Hisoka, they didn't meet.

The reason I was too lazy to look for Sora even knowing she was going to retire was because I didn't know about Sora's "Instant Death Evil Eye," so I wasn't that obsessed. The blue fruit called Kastro, also because Hisoka's personality wasn't interested in the past from the beginning, I completely forgot why I came here to sign up, until I saw the truly artistic despicable shining Wizard yesterday.

"I'm an idiot! I should have used Lady Forklift instead of the shining Wizard!!"

"That one is more impressive, so I will remember it anyway."

Although the stalker from two years ago was already obsessed with the pervert who made her look cute, Sora regretted reminding him why he was more obsessed with her, so she let go of Hisoka's chest, looked at her own hands and lamented, but her regret would only lead to the same ending as what Hisoka said.

Hisoka watched Sora's crying and laughed happily, not knowing if he was serious or stupid. "If it's a date, it's always okay," while teasing her, she finally got to the point.

Sora, who was teased, glared at Hisoka resentfully, but knowing that the other party was also happy even though he couldn't see it, Sora clicked her Tongue, then reached out and grabbed Hisoka's collar again.

"Don't get bored, Hisoka."

"Will Kurapika be the only person waiting in Yorkshin on September 1st?"

Attracted by Sora, the sapphire-blue eyes reflected Hisoka at close range.

The Wizard who came into view widened his eyes for a moment, then thinned out, smiling like a Demon and answering.

"……No."

"If it's you, let alone September, now."

Paused gracefully until September 1st.

Break time is over.

Preparation period, start.

This is the end of the Heaven's Arena arc.

From the next time, it will be "Paused until September 1st (Part 2)."

The second part of this pause is Sora and Illumi's love... but? It will be rice-flavored.

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