Chapter 82: Interlude: Those Who Were Lost, Those Who Were Never Lost

The brain and the eyeballs connected to it are burning.

I desperately endure the heat and the pain.

Do not give up on this pain.

Do not give up on this pain.

Because I know, if I let go, if I let go, I will fall straight down.

I know that what is burning my brain and eyeballs is my own meaningless struggle.

This is not overheating. The specifications of this body can easily accept this level of emptiness.

I was able to Escape from that " " precisely because I changed it into that.

But this is the reason why Sora refuses the spirit that exists within her body.

I obtained it because I wanted to escape that end, the Abyss, which is the beginning and end of everything. No

Residing in the brain, the spirit's own personality, this pain, letting go, accepting, knowing that if one does so, one will sink to the end where one was born, the junction of the body; no matter how painful, Sora continues to refuse.

Pretend not to see what your eyes are looking at, where your body is connected, refuse, pretend not to know, continue to struggle.

Continue to Escape.

While continuing to Escape, while denying his own "body," Sora selfishly scolds the body he denies and refuses.

(... Move!... Move!!)

I need to do something. There is a place I must go.

Sora speaks to his own body; even if asleep, there is no time to fall into the Abyss, but his body, rejected by his spirit, is nothing more than a mass of flesh continuing its life activities.

In this situation, the cause leading to this error is the flesh, not the spirit software, as is well known.

"I do not like this flesh. The flesh, I stick to the spirit software; because you are trying to start it, it is natural that one of them will be damaged."

I know I have no choice but to burn my brain without accepting myself, or accept myself and fall.

I know, but I struggle recklessly without being convinced. Scratching your feet.

Because no matter which one you choose, it will be the end of "death," with no future.

Although I struggled and escaped from there, such an ending is too much.

So, Sora, like a person who flies with fake wings Hardened by wax and ends up being too foolish to be called a hero, is still struggling.

If you get too close to the heat, the wax will melt, and you will eventually collapse.

Although I know there are only two possible endings, one being embraced by the scorching heat and the other being evaporated down to charcoal, I still reach out to search for another ending.

No one can hold that hand.

"Enough."

No one can hold your hand.

However, someone stopped him.

"Enough. I beg you, get some rest. It should be fine. I know your wish, your wish.

I have always seen it for a long, long time; I also dream of you living a happy life from now on. This is also my wish."

A warmth different from the heat that tries to burn Sora to the ground.

There is no way " " can exist, brilliance.

A light as gentle as sunlight embraces the falling Sora; intense, intense, yet like a Treasure finally found, cherishing it, speaking of it.

"It should be fine. You are already over there... You won't fall that far. Before that, let us accept it this time and return it to the world you want.

... So take a rest. If you still believe in me, then command me. Entrust your wish to me."

A nostalgic voice rings in the earlobe, relieving the strength in Sora's struggling limbs.

All the fear that was entwined around Sora and would not let go is replaced by a sense of relief; it is not hard to see that despite her slim figure, she has undergone Training as she embraces him. The arms, kana, Sora hugs back in response.

"I have never doubted you."

Sora speaks of the trust that has not changed in four years; it is truly too natural.

"... The reward is too much. Always, always, when you fulfill my wish, what will you do?"

In my view, as usual, I feel excessively grateful for my own words and deeds, which is a matter of course, and I tell him with a smile.

"Please. Save that girl, Kurapika. ――――――"

"He," while feeling it was too much to be called by his name, responds.

"Leave it to me. ――――――"

Although Kurapika is not asleep, he also does not feel tired.

To be precise, I just cannot feel it.

Although Kurapika has recovered somewhat, the Flute of Senritsu's Nen Ability forces him to move his body now, taking advantage of the fact that most of his senses are paralyzed.

The Bodyguards who realize this, while watching Kurapika and his true employer, Light Nostrade, worry about when Kurapika will collapse.

"I understand. I understand."

Perhaps he did not notice Kurapika's obviously haggard appearance, or perhaps he just treated the new Bodyguard as a disposable item, but Light, as his employer, did not show any signs of worrying about Kurapika's condition, instead answering in a frank way.

However, Light's response was not that heartless.

Because he did not know that Kurapika and Uvogin had fought.

Last night, Kurapika told Squala and the others almost everything honestly.

As expected, he blurted out "My family was slaughtered by the Phantom Troupe" and explained that Sora was "a benefactor who is like family to me after I became alone in the world and took care of me." It has already been said.

It is not a lack of trust in Sora, but the more he spoke, the harder it was to believe, because I judged that this might be a reason to be targeted.

After hearing about Uvogin's whereabouts, the Bodyguards decided to tell Wright Nostrade what was basically true, but after Uvogin escaped, he said, "The death and whereabouts of the Phantom Troupe member I fought and killed, whom Kurapika captured, and who escaped, are still unknown."

Regarding this point, there was almost no hint that would consider Kurapika and Sora.

Considering the personality of the true employer, Light Nostrade, this was the consensus among the bodyguards.

Although not as good as Dalzollene, Squala and Linsen were also seniors, so I had some understanding of the father of the escort target, Light; if it were for career advancement and honor, he was a man who would strike down and trample others.

If you honestly reported to such a person, "I killed a member of the Phantom Troupe," you would certainly be ordered to hand the corpse over to the community to sell your favor.

Kurapika certainly did not care about the bodyguards becoming targets of the Phantom Troupe's retaliation or becoming targets of a Barrage. If things were not done right, as long as her Prediction ability was safe, even my daughter would not care about anything else.

Frankly speaking, not a single escort member had any personal loyalty or obligation to Light Nostrade or his daughter, Neon.

No one was willing to put in obviously futile effort just to be hired for money or other purposes, and this false report was passed and executed.

Since everyone was a master and there were no contradictions in the report, Light gave instructions without any doubt from now on.

"——So, regarding the future, I will send my daughter home first. Is that okay? Neon."

"……Because there is no other way. If the Auction Items are all stolen and the Auction is cancelled, then there is no point in being here."

Ah, I want to go.

Neon was also the closest escort and work manager, and Dalzollene had passed away, but he was only interested in the Auction Items, so he had no doubts about the report of his own escort, just inflated.

To such a girl, the Mafia boss, although not a very large organization, used a doting voice to put her in a great mood.

"There are auctions next year and the year after. Don't be discouraged."

"And Dad will definitely take back what you want from the thieves."

"Really?"

"Oh, you promised. Has Dad ever broken his promise to Neon?"

"Although I have protected less."

"Hahaha, here is one for you."

If you were just a doting parent, you might be surprised, but you might calm down and think, "The Mafia boss is a parent after all." This was a concubine with ulterior motives and calculations. This was not parent-child interaction.

"Are you talking about Senritsu, Basho, and Wese?"

"Ha."

Just as I was irritated by this awkward exchange, I was suddenly attacked, and besides Kurapika, three newcomers were named.

"Now take Neon and the maid back to the Residence."

"You also met when you were kidnapping the big guy; it cannot be said to be absolutely safe, but it should be better than others on the Hunter website."

"……Well, I did not participate in kidnapping the big guy, but I was indeed involved with the others at the cemetery building."

Wese humbly raised his hand and added to Light's instructions; the other party also remembered, and while fiddling with his beard, he pondered for a while.

"Hmm…… That's right. Setting aside the big guy, letting you, whose face is already known to others, be Neon's bodyguard is a bit risky. In that case, Wese. You should stay behind. Just in case, Basho and Senritsu should disguise themselves to a degree that is not abnormal."

"Yes."

Fortunately, in a sense, I was not optimistic about losing my daughter, because what I feared losing was not as a parent, but as a Mafia boss.

Perhaps he had heard about Wese's ability from Dalzollene to some extent and decided that it was better to let the two people with the lowest risk handle it, rather than taking the higher risk of Wese being discovered by the Phantom Troupe, but he did not expect that as a combat force, Light slightly modified the instructions.

Wese, Senritsu, and Squala felt relieved in their hearts when they saw the change in instructions.

Needless to say, the reason I was relieved was that Sora, who was hiding in their room, was still running a high fever and had not yet been reported to Light. If both women returned with Neon, Sora would no longer be able to hide in that room, and even if he moved to another room, it would be impossible for Kurapika and Squala to continue hiding him. Since it was visible, especially Wese was relieved because he did not have to give up taking care of his benefactor halfway.

Hoping this would lighten his burden a little, all the members glanced at Kurapika, but Kurapika remained haggard, his expression even more gloomy than last night's rice field.

I don't know if the escorts were asking, "Is this guy really okay?"

Then Neon left the room, leaving just enough distance to ensure he could not hear what he was saying.

"The Auction will resume tonight."

"The same location and time. From the community's perspective, no matter who they are, they cannot be underestimated. Ten-rou said that he would definitely recover the stolen goods from these two days."

"?"

Kurapika seemed to have listened to the other members more than they thought.

"Stolen……? I just said it, according to the big guy who caught it, he said he didn't steal it because a Shadow Beast got there before him."

"Oh, I see."

Light realized that he had forgotten to explain what he needed before getting to the point, so he spoke up.

"It seems that the Shadow Beasts have all been killed."

"!?"

Everyone was equally surprised by this information. Kurapika's face sank and his eyes widened, but for him, it was not because of surprise, but because of worry that the Phantom Troupe would notice the true identity of the "Red Coat."

From what Uvogin said to him last night, it seemed that only the two of them knew, and the other members did not really believe the theory of "Red Coat = Sora," but it might be that if all the Shadow Beasts, who were the most likely candidates for the Red Coat, were annihilated, then the hypothesis of "Red Coat = Sora" would be more convincing than before.

Kurapika somehow held back when he heard the news that Sora was about to be discovered by the Phantom Troupe.

"——So back to the point, because the Shadow Beasts were annihilated, Leader Ten-rou hired professionals to deal with the Phantom Troupe."

"Professional?"

After a brief explanation of the fate of the Shadow Beasts, Light quickly returned to the topic.

"For us in the Mafia, killing is a means of intimidation, not a professional field. Dealing with such people, it is certainly easier to leave it to the experts."

"It seems that Leader Ten-rou has gathered several excellent killers to form a team. Even if we do nothing, those assassins will crush the Phantom Troupe."

"But this is your chance to become famous in the community. I have no motivation to give credit to the killers. That's it, Kurapika."

Everyone present, except Light, was convinced that their judgment was correct.

There was nothing wrong with making a false report.

But at the same time, I also knew that it was almost meaningless.

"I want you to join the killer squad."

His words were soft, but he knew from the beginning that he had no real right to refuse.

The scale of the organization was not yet large, but if his daughter's fortune-telling was connected to the upper echelons of society, let alone the top Ten-rou, if he turned him into an enemy, he would be in the position of a professional Hunter and Nen Ability user; the possibility of his ability dying was not high, but in this world where trust was more important than the surface world, he would never be able to find a job again.

This was fatal to Kurapika's long-cherished wish to "take back the eyes of his kin."

So Kurapika lowered his eyes and answered in a low voice.

"—Yes."

While despising myself for using my own kin as an excuse, I shook the sound away from the scene branded in my mind.

"—You... must not kill."

I know too much, to the point where my heart is about to shed tears.

Even so, Kurapika was still shaken.

I moved my gaze away from the burning scene in my mind, pretended not to hear the voice, suppressed the faint sound of "I don't want to kill," and followed the Leader's orders as a vent for my selfishness. Killing intent and hatred. Obedience.

... As he responded, his hand touched his ear, and that gemstone bearing the name of "Hope" dangled by his ear.

Even if I got rid of the scene in my mind and the sound, I knew I still couldn't let go of those whose hands I was holding.

Kurapika still could not let go of the dream he had with her.

"May Kurapika be happy."

Even if he gave an answer, he would still regret and hesitate, and I could not throw it away either.

Unable to give up, yet still unable to pursue the restless dream, he followed the Leader's words and walked toward an unknown battlefield.

Senritsu watched his back in pain.

"... This is like a 'Curse'."

Until two days ago, the heartbeat Kurapika felt while touching that earring was still comfortable, but now it only played a sad melody that made one want to cry.

Kurapika's pure and precious prayer had turned into a "Curse," depriving Kurapika of the choice to "give up and be at peace," and Senritsu could only silently pity him.

Locked in a room in an abandoned building, Killua hugged his knees and thought.

At first, everything was fine.

I was able to find ways to make money outside of hunting the Phantom Troupe, meet and sign contracts with appraisers I could trust, and even find the Phantom Troupe I needed.

But now, they regret that they shouldn't have followed Sora's Suggestion and shouldn't have moved before contacting Sora.

When I saw the Brigade, I was the one who suggested it to the optimistic Gon and Leorio, "Think about the two Hisokas sitting over there." Spider web trap, I know I was trying to lure him, but I made a mistake when I withdrew.

Just like when I gambled on a big mistake to earn war funds and got GI, I thought Sora would be even angrier at my failure because I was greedy, and I was about to cry inside. Sora scolded, Sora said angrily: "Why would you do such a stupid thing to these guys!"

(Shut up! I haven't heard from you since your stupid remarks yesterday, I've been so worried!!)

For some reason, Gon's selfish remarks were interrupted by a strange sense of tension, and although Kurapika chimed in saying "I will cooperate," he didn't contact me at all, and I couldn't get her information.

I am very worried about Sora.

Whether it's about Kurapika, or the relationship between her and the Phantom Troupe I heard about ten months ago, the possibility that Sora and the Phantom Troupe are involved in a war here is not low. If it was the tension from yesterday, I don't think it's strange that I wanted to go and sell a fight to the Brigade.

At first, I wasn't too worried.

I thought she might sell a fight, but because of her personality, if there were "objects she wanted to protect or had to protect" like herself or Kurapika around, even if she didn't want to die, she would use her life as a shield to protect them, but if she were alone, she would prioritize herself.

I believe that if it were only her, no one could so easily break through that crazy avoidance reaction of "I don't want to die," and even now, that trust remains unwavering.

However, when I realized they were "inviting" me, I began to think that the person they invited, the person they were looking for, was Sora.

If that's true, I don't know how much she has done to the Brigade, my heart is pounding, and my heart is full of anxiety.

I cannot die. Although I believe she is still alive, what appeared in Killua's mind was the bloody back of Hisoka pierced by cards, and Kastro's zombie strangling her, yet she was worried about him and reached out her hand.

I want to confirm.

If she didn't come looking for you, and didn't invite you, that's fine.

If it was her, why would you look for her? I want to know how far they fought.

This is the result.

The situation is actually not that bad. I was able to learn the faces of almost all Phantom Troupe members, and I also know what they are looking for and who they are looking for.

Don't you know "Chain Bastard" and "Red Coat"? I was lucky to be the first one questioned.

Now, both are related to "Kurapika" and "Sora," but even if they suddenly asked about Gon and Killua, no one is related to them, so they honestly answered "I don't know." Instead, fortunately, there is one person with absolute mind-reading persuasion.

Especially since "Red Coat" was only explained as "a black-haired person wearing a red coat," Killua was so worried about Sora that when he said "black hair," and because of the belief that "it's not Sora," I knew the Brigade was looking for those two, but I didn't give them any information.

Moreover, if the story about Nobunaga, who likes Gon for some reason, is true, then I can go home after seeing the Phantom Troupe Leader's face.

In any case, it's impossible to imagine that Gon and Killua, who haven't developed their own unique Hatsu, could become members, so if the other party's story is true, Killua and the others will definitely benefit.

... However, this is luck, provided that the other party's story is true.

Honestly, I don't think Nobunaga is lying.

No matter how I look back on it, we haven't made anything about Kurapika and Sora public, so lying to keep us alive just to keep them here makes absolutely no sense.

So there's no need to over-interpret his words. You should assume everything is true.

However, even if Nobunaga thinks so, the Leader might not necessarily think so. On the contrary, the possibility of this situation happening is extremely low.

First of all, we are definitely not suitable for the Leader's eyes. This is a good thing, but the chance of them returning alive is too low.

Originally, after the arm-wrestling between Gon and Nobunaga, they reached the conclusion that they should be sent home alive; it was truly lucky.

After bringing them all the way here, if the faces of almost all members are known, then it's easiest to kill them and shut their mouths.

It is not unnatural for the members and the Leader who returned this time to reach such a conclusion. On the contrary, the current situation is extremely unnatural.

Thus Killua thought desperately.

If you return and order the Leader to "kill," you can expect this man to try to persuade you a little, but I also know he will only try to talk it out.

Without a doubt, if ordered to do so, they would commit suicide without hesitation. On the contrary, detaining him is his own responsibility, and perhaps out of pity, he would very likely provide an executioner so as to kill him immediately.

Neither Killua nor Gon wants that kind of kindness.

Thus, I desperately used my head to think.

Escape this place, think about how to escape.

But no matter how I think, I can't think of any way.

Even if it is just one opponent, if the terrain is bad, the opponent is also bad. Without a doubt, this man's ability is at the level of Hisoka, as one can tell from the fact that there is no gap while sitting in front of him.

Conversely, he thought of relying on Gon or Hisoka, whom he likes to a disgusting degree, but the scar on his neck reminded him of this thought.

Since they are pretending not to know, it is estimated that they have no intention of killing them proactively, but that killing intent makes them fully understand that they probably have no intention of helping them at all.

Suddenly I thought

If considering the late if.

(If... if Sora suffered a fatal wound there... then I wonder if I could move.)

I remembered being unable to move because of Hisoka's killing intent, and from there I recalled many unpleasant memories, a chain reaction.

In the final exam, even when told to kill Gon and Sora, I could not fight.

Carrying Hisoka's killing intent, I was the first to continue running away.

The voice answering Killua's question with a voice that surprised me.

"——I can't. You are..."

(Wrong!!)

Denying my brother's voice in my mind.

However, even if I blocked my ears, it would echo from inside my body, as if infiltrating from my brain.

"Because not fighting is more important"

(Wrong)

"I can't beat you"

"I have the answer"

"It's just a question of whether you can kill or not"

"Impossible"

"Do not fight an enemy you cannot beat"

(Wrong!!)

"More than friends—"

Nevertheless, Killua denies, denies, denies, and squeezes.

Crimson gemstone.

"May Killua go anywhere"

Holding the wish of the person who gave her freedom and infinite possibilities, she suppressed the brother's voice ringing in her mind and stood up.

"How scary... your face is full of killing intent, right?"

The meaning attached to the Stone is "friendship," "indomitability," and "clear thinking," but now Killua lacks the third eye most needed in the current situation, and uses the Stone as an excuse to give it up. What is he doing, eyes wide, face pale, cold sweat dripping, staring straight at Nobunaga.

"I'll tell you first, but if you enter my range, I will kill you."

"Killua!"

After a low laugh at him, Nobunaga warned him, while Gon called out to him to stop him.

Killua continued to stare at Nobunaga with a ferocious expression, not knowing if he could hear Gon's voice. Moving again.

"... It's impossible to deal with them properly. Anyway... find a way to escape."

Killua whispered this, and although it was much better than before, Gon felt the danger and also thought of a way to escape from here.

At first, I kept thinking about all sorts of things, but I didn't run away, I just thought about facing Nobunaga head-on. However, when I saw Killua's behavior, the feeling of wanting to blow him away was blown away, and all I could think about was that I wanted to take Killua away no matter what.

However, although Gon himself knows it, basically thinking and using his brain are areas he is not very good at.? Become

Originally I was worried about Killua, so I wanted to escape as soon as possible, so I said I didn't go off track, I wouldn't, but if Killua knew, I would be angry.

"... It's getting dark... I wonder how Leorio is doing?

............ Killua? Okay?"

"---Oh"

Fortunately or unfortunately, Killua was already full, so he didn't notice the way Sora moved at her own pace, and kept answering his whispered chats with rude replies.

Gon, who was stubbornly Together with Killua, suddenly remembered something while talking to him.

No, I don't remember very clearly, so I asked Killua directly.

"Eh...? Mr. Zepile taught me lacquerware and wood inlay... and what else?"

"... I forgot"

Did Killua really forget or did he not ask? Seriously, he didn't realize his thoughts had started to go off track.

(Yokozuka... I wonder if it's like this.

Heating and melting the old adhesive and then sticking it on, it's really frustrating...)

"Gon"

However, the off-track thinking was immediately pulled back.

"I will be the bait"

Killua, with a pale face and cold sweat all over his head, said with a look of despair as usual, as if he would die if he didn't do this.

"Even if it's only you, escape."

"What are you talking about?"

Killua whispered, hoping Nobunaga wouldn't hear, but Gon spoke in his own voice.

Seriously, he didn't understand what Killua was talking about.

And Killua's expectation was meaningless.

"Not at all. Don't do this.

The enemy and I are too inexperienced, I don't know its power. Do not leave any gaps."

This is merely a kamikaze declaration that cannot be called a strategy.

Yes, the premise of this strategy is that Killua will be sacrificed, and not merely used as bait.

The opponent's lethal move is certainly powerful, but because of the Sword, it is disadvantageous for dealing with multiple opponents.

If a person is prepared to die and unleashes a special attack, there is always a gap. Killua believes Gon will surely be able to blurt it out, stand up, and use the strength in his legs to move forward.

"Impossible. For you..."

However, the voice that made her legs tremble sounded once again from deep within her eardrums.

This is why Killua said more to that cursed voice than to Nobunaga.

"Too noisy."

You have to try it, right?"

At the same time, clinging to the top of the Pendant.

Determined to be like her.

Not noticing that this is the conclusion she wants the least.

Seeing Killua like this, Gon must understand what he is thinking and what he wants.

He understands but does not want to admit it, so he grabs Killua's arm to stop him, but he shakes off the arm, letting out a sickening scream.

"Killua! What are you thinking?"

"Even if I die, I will block his first Sword, so I will take the opportunity to escape!"

So without hesitation, Gon hit him.

On Killua's head, a trickster! Killua was stunned for a few seconds, as if he didn't understand what had happened, then suddenly grabbed Gon's collar.

"What are you doing!!"

"Don't say selfish things!!"

"Oh!?"

Nobunaga was dumbfounded by the suddenly started fight.

Here, Gon also released a name (or hesitation?), proving he is Gon, without distortion.

"I told you, don't easily say things like death!!"

"What!? You just said you were happy!"

"I'm fine!! But Killua is not!!"

This is not a counterattack, nor is it an excuse; this is the most brilliant selfishness, and not only Killua, but even Nobunaga is left speechless.

Moreover, unlike the remarks made in response to Sora's question yesterday, Gon is angry this time, continuing to stare at Killua.

"～～～～～～～～～!"

Killua stared into his eyes and couldn't speak, even though he was a selfish person without reason.

As for why I couldn't say anything, Nobunaga seemed happy and answered with a laugh.

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Exactly so.

"Ton.

"You can't escape from here unless you make up your mind to die, you fool!! Who doesn't understand human feelings and says selfish things!!"

"Oh, I don't know, you're an idiot!! But Killua is even stupider! Killua isn't trying to help me, so—" Shut up, you idiot!!"

Gon responded to the angry Killua with trading words, but in the middle of it, he understood what Gon wanted to say, and Killua, being less reserved, punched him to force him to shut up.

As expected of Killua's fierce attack, Nobunaga shouted, "Wait, wait!".

In front of Gon, Killua sat down like a Yankee, and this time he spoke to Gon in a voice Nobunaga could not hear.

"Don't mention your name. You idiot."

"A..."

Gon still doesn't think "Red Coat" is Sora, but hearing that the leader of the Phantom Troupe is obsessed with Sora's eyes, what name would he give her here? It seems he finally understood just now that it was dangerous.

I looked away awkwardly, but when Nobunaga asked, "Hey, what are you talking about?", I was still angry about Killua's suicide Suggestion, so I clutched my stomach and shouted in revenge.

"Hey, Killua doesn't want to help me, he just likes Killua and wants to be the older sister he admires!"

"Damn it!! You must be telling me to shut up!!"

Killua, even more embarrassed by that line that made him more embarrassed, did not mention Gon's name, but grabbed Gon again with a blushing face.

Nobunaga thought Killua's behavior was "just to cover up his embarrassment," which was a good show, but Gon of course wouldn't consider that. It was simply Harassment of Killua.

"Ka-ka-ka! Ah, yes, yes, yes! If the woman you love is this handsome, if you don't have the heart for it, you will lose that man."

"Don't talk about love!!"

After being convinced by Killua's completely unbelievable denial, Nobunaga burst into laughter, making Nobunaga laugh even harder.

And Nobunaga laughed for two minutes, wiped away the tears from laughing too much, and started talking again.

"You guys are interesting.

Hey... don't look so bad. Mature. I know you're serious. Don't die in vain. Patiently wait for the captain to return. If you don't meet the commander's expectations, I'll send you home.

But if you can't escape here, I'll kill you...! Don't make me draw my Sword. If I leave you, you will die."

Responding to Nobunaga's words, Killua shouted in his heart: "As you say, if you can guarantee that I can come back alive, I will keep you quiet!".

"Don't make me draw my Sword"

"If I leave you"

Those casual words connected completely unrelated information.

"A!!!"

"「!? 」"

Gon suddenly made an innocent sound, and Killua and Nobunaga both looked at Gon with blank expressions, but he just smiled innocently and turned to Killua, "I remembered! It's 'Crossing'! It's 'Crossing'!!", repeating words that made no sense.

At first, Killua was the same as Nobunaga, not understanding what Gon was saying, and made the same expression.!!, but after a while, he raised his voice, as if he had been persuaded.

"One"

"Remember?"

"Ah... oh! I remembered, I remembered!!"

"Huh!! I didn't even notice such a simple thing!!"

"??"

This time, Nobunaga was left alone, while the two children played innocently.

In the end, Nobunaga was about to conclude: "... They are probably at an age where it would be strange to fall over using chopsticks."

Just when I thought they had suddenly stopped laughing, they looked at Nobunaga at the same time.

Although he knew it was an unreasonable suicide attack, he did not stare at him as if he hadn't seen it, but instead, his eyes flashed with a strong will.

He didn't want to come back, he didn't want to believe it, but in fact, he knew that two pairs of eyes that looked very much like his deceased best friend were piercing Nobunaga.

"A clean place"

"Let's go"

Gon, who had taken a liking to his friend's face the moment he saw it, found it funny, but Killua's behavior made it unclear whether he was cautious or stubborn, and he had a bad premonition about his own eyes, but Nobunaga shook them off his head.

Regardless, he was not cowardly enough to lose to a child who didn't even have his own Nen Ability, nor was he naive enough to let his guard down.

"Are you serious? You're just going to die!!"

Inquire, and give a final Suggestion.

"I am neither skilled nor kind enough to easily deal with kochitoraiaikiri!"

However, the two children ignored these words and charged straight ahead at the same time.

Due to the nature of the Iai strike, Nobunaga thought that if they moved at the same time, there would always be a way, and Nobunaga said: "Idiots!!!" He cursed and put his hand on the hilt of his Sword.

However, just at this moment, the two separated.

Seeing Nobunaga's distance, he simultaneously Split left and right in front of him, attacking the Wall as it was!!

"These guys, the Wall!?"

Information recalled from Nobunaga's casual words.

"Cross-bar"

A Forgery method in which a hole is punched in a sealed Container other than the original adhesive port, the contents are removed from there, and the hole is closed by replacing it with a fake.

(If the exit is blocked)

(You just need to leave from another place!!)

The two applied this trivial information in an overly bold way and temporarily succeeded in escaping the small room.

Neon and her two maids were talking happily about cosmetics and fashion, as if embodying the saying "three women Together are trouble."

Beside them, the bodyguards Senritsu and Basho were already half-dead.

However, there were only a few minutes left until the boarding time of the airship, and the agonizing shopping time where they didn't have to focus on carrying luggage was a relief; both were tired and relieved.

"... I'm going to the Women's Restroom too, keep a close eye on your luggage!"

After confirming that there were no suspicious or malicious people around, Senritsu saw Neon walk into the Women's Restroom a few meters away.

Actually, Senritsu should have gone in together, but if the guards were too ostentatious, that one would be very conspicuous, and Neon didn't want to be watched by so many people, so the two guards quietly went to the bench in front of the restroom with the maids.

And Neon probably wasn't interested, but if his father heard it, even if it was fragmented, it would be a good opportunity for him to bring up an unsettling story.

"... Kurapika, are you okay?"

Answering Basho's question, Senritsu was silent for a long while before replying: "I think my Flute helped relieve some of the fatigue in my body."

Although he knew that Basho didn't want to hear about physical things, he didn't want to say too much either.

However, if Basho intended to use it to pull, then it shouldn't have been brought up in the first place.

"What do you think of the assassination story?"

"Even if it wasn't me, you can tell just by looking, right? I completely don't understand or agree with your statement. I think you really want to take her out and escape from Yorkshin now."

... However, although his "I don't want to kill him" is his true intention, "I want to kill him" is definitely his true intention. Both are 100, not 50:50. Because Kurapika has contradictory desires in his heart that cannot be changed proportionally, Kurapika's actions are strongly influenced by the surrounding air and water currents, rather than his own will. I feel like I am giving.

To Senritsu's words, Basho made a simple conclusion, "He is an indecisive person," but Senritsu corrected this judgment.

"This is not indecision. He has already decided on the answer he wants to choose, the ending he wants to reach."

... But because I have a sense of guilt, whether I have the right to choose that answer, whether I can reach that conclusion, even if the answer has been decided, I still let him get lost. I guess so.

Originally, I should have dirtied my hands, but I don't want this to happen to me more than anyone else. However, Kurapika is obsessed with the idea of letting that person kill her, which is "I can't be happy like this." He understands that even if he commits a crime, it means losing the meaning given to him, so he cannot commit the same crime again and fall.

... Irony. If it is for the happiness of the other party, it is because they can overcome any difficulties with a smile, because they pray for the happiness of the other party more than anything else, "prayer" amplifies the guilt of the other party. I can't make you happy, but this is a 'Curse' that won't let me give up happiness."

Basho sighed deeply, not knowing if he was sympathizing with this boy who lived such a suffocating life.

"That's a dull way of life... if that child is so important to you, then you should kill all the crows in the three thousand worlds and run away. What is the meaning of killing yourself?"

His hometown is famous for its haiku, and he criticized Kurapika's foolish way of life.

This time, Senritsu neither corrected nor denied it, but just agreed silently.

"Once I finish this job, I will use this money to ride a bicycle around the world. It is a sin not to enjoy life."

Senritsu wanted to tell Kurapika, who was still feverish when leaving the Hotel, and her, Basho's simplest yet most correct view of life. Although Basho talked for a long time.

"... But you are late."

"Are there many people?"

"I'll take a look."

The words of the two were noticed even by the maid, and one person walked into the bathroom.

In less than a minute, though it was difficult to run in a kimono, she used all her strength to run and report.

"There is no one here!!"

""What?!""

Basho and Senritsu naturally remained as vigilant as possible. Moreover, with Senritsu's ability, even from that far away, she could eavesdrop on the conversation in the bathroom.

But of course, making such a thing meaningless, her taste was also quite good.

Most importantly, the thief who attacked the auction house had prepared a disguise on the spot, even though he had been told his Bodyguard would kill three people. He demonstrated the ability to take action, whether planned or accidental, to seek cooperation.

(It doesn't matter. I will go alone.)

And the ignorant vision of the future, without knowing what kind of ending this foolish idea would have, jumped into the Spider's web.

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"Huh!? You ran away!? What are you thinking, you silly child!?"

When Neon's maid and her lover Eliza reported that Neon had run away, Squala spat out abusive words that she would never hear, as she had no employer.

Although he was verbally abusive, he was an old hand, so he acted quickly.

Currently, Squala ordered his dogs to search around the Cemetery Building where the auction would be held, searching within the range they could freely enter and exit without a permit. Having accompanied her for so long, there was no need to let them smell Neon's things, and the dogs rushed out of the Hotel all at once.

Even if I were foolish enough to force my way through the checkpoint in front of the Cemetery Building, I decided I wasn't smart enough to break through the checkpoint, nor did I need to ask my father to let the dogs into the checkpoint.

However, when it came to the perimeter of the checkpoint, the range was too wide.

Thus, relying on further human wave tactics, Squala called for Wese.

"Hey, Wese. Are you okay right now?"

"Oh, what's wrong?"

Wese, who was supposed to be taking care of the benefactor hiding in the room, answered in a tone lighter than I had expected.

No matter what was done, her fever did not subside in the slightest, and after seeing Kurapika's pale face, Squala was somewhat puzzled; I searched with Nen, found Neon, and asked him to help create a human resource I could ensure.

"Just a moment ago, this child's fever suddenly started to go down. The difficulty in breathing is already normal, and I was just thinking it was time for me not to keep watching you."

After saying this, Wese joked, "I thought I could take a break," but his voice was full of relief.

Squala did not oppose Kurapika either, because he stood on his side, but even so, I was happy to know that he had recovered from the painful expression that made him think he was better off dead; I felt relieved thinking about Kurapika's dying appearance, and it was good that he had recovered slightly.

However, Squala ordered Wes to use the ability of any suitable person to find and protect Neon, because now was not the time to relax.

No matter how much her fever went down, she recovered, she was still asleep and invisible. It seemed that when Kurapika held him in his arms, he was still conscious, so both Squala and Wese thought he at least roughly understood where he was now and the environment he was in.

Seeing that she knew so much, even if she woke up, she wouldn't panic, so I let Linsen, who had no useful exploration abilities, occasionally check on how she was doing, and I left the Hotel.

Linsen opposed hiding the "Red Coat" that Kurapika brought, but he didn't really want to give up either; since that was the case, I was willing to cooperate a little.

However, after receiving a call later, saying that Neon had somehow entered the Cemetery Building and fainted. He remembered the watch that Squala and Wese had asked him to do, which was three hours later.

3 hours later.

He found an empty room where the glass and window frames had been removed, but the room was still locked.

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More than ten minutes later, Wese, who had been patiently taking care of her, left the room.

I woke up from the bed, and my body's fever had subsided to the level of a normal person.

After saying this, the left palm repeatedly clenched and opened as if to confirm something, while at the same time untying the bandages wrapped around the eyes.

Untie the bandages, open the eyes, and get out of bed.

I couldn't find my shoes, so I put on slippers. I didn't care if it was my own "body," but from now on, I couldn't let this "body" walk barefoot.

Then, putting on the slippers, I compared the door and the window, chose the window, and opened it.

The reason I didn't go out the door was that I didn't have the confidence to find a way to explain the situation well, and even if I did, explaining would be a waste of time.

However, the room's window was the type that opened for ventilation, so I worried about the window for a while, then removed the window frame along with the glass.

The room was less than 10 floors up, but even if you went down from that height using a rope or something, if you hadn't received such Training, you would be afraid. "He" said, looking down at a height that was only suicidal, of course, if he jumped down without using anything.

"-No need to worry."

White hair fluttered in the Wind, blowing between the buildings, his feet resting on the edge of the Wall that had become a hole after the window frame was removed, "he" spoke to the person sleeping inside.

"This time I will definitely fulfill your wish. So please have a sweet dream here."

... Ah, if you dream like I do, is your dream my reality?... Then, I must be even more vigilant."

It sounded like it was just troublesome to hear these words, and it sounded like you were feeling pressure, but that look was a gentle, faint smile.

At a glance, one could see that letting "her" see what he was doing made him feel incomparably happy and honored, and it might bring "her" happiness. "He" jumped down without hesitation, smiling as he said it.

Then, as if he had been freed from the shackles of gravity, he landed on the ground without making a sound like a cat.

Of course, this was a feat that could only be achieved because the body was wrapped in Qi, strengthening the body and physical fitness, but the most amazing thing was the ability to block and dodge all impacts when landing.

Since it was a precious "body," he had no intention of hurting it either; "he" protected it with all his might.... If you think so, then the correct argument that the method of jumping down shouldn't have been used in the first place wouldn't work for "him," whose way of thinking was slightly different.

So "he" disappeared and walked away, without questioning what he had done.

Although he said he would definitely fulfill "her" wish, he didn't actually know what specifically to do.

I didn't even know where I should go.

However, I couldn't bear to watch it Burning and disappearing like that for nothing, or just watching it sink and melt.

So, now was "his" happiest time.

A person, no matter how heavily injured they were, cut to pieces by a blade, had not stopped their steps, but was finally able to rest in his arms.

You can do something for that person. Even if I paid in advance, believing that I could do this was too much.

That was why he walked without looking back, to repay this reward, this happiness.

There was no special reason, but there was a place nearby that was emitting Malice, so he aimed for it.

When he walked to the auction's Cemetery Building, he said "her" again.

"Your favorite happiness, I will definitely protect you."

You must protect the "dream" you wish to show "her," and also wish to see yourself.

The reason she chooses to protect rather than give or seek is because that "dream" is already something she has never let go of.

A Tattoo-like emblem, fusing stars, the moon, the Sun, and the shining things in the sky, appeared on the back of his right hand, with a Red Ribbon wrapped around his wrist, like proof of a Contract.

He smiled lightly, his fingertips stroking the bond that granted him protection.

"So please... have a good dream. —Master."