Chapter 83: Sapphire Shield

"A portion of the important calendar is lost.

The remaining moon is what the grand funeral village will be.

Following the melody played by the mourning band,

Shimotsuki sinks, sinks, and grows quiet.

Half of the Spider's limbs,

It will be defeated by the guardian of the Abyss.

Your rule remains unshakable,

Unless the Goddess of the Sky awakens.

Enjoy the interlude.

I am glad to have found a new friend.

If you wish to go, head east.

I believe you will surely meet the person you have been waiting for."

Neon, a boxed-in girl who is only allowed to do anything once everything is prepared and it is confirmed there is no inconvenience, I am stuck, not even knowing that I am unable to get close.

Instinctively, he tried to show his father's dignity to the police at the checkpoint as usual, but now he remembered that he had come here like a runaway, ignoring his father's opposition. The Nostrade family Neon was at a loss, realizing that only those who knew he was...

Neon talked to herself, continuing to explain her fortune-telling to the person who brought her to the cemetery building.

Her fortune-telling is not just seven-digit, but even eight-digit appraisals, and they are booked years in advance. He made me write his personal profile to have his fortune told.

Knowing this situation, her father, Wright Nostrade, would feel grief and regret that his daughter was too reserved and had no sense of danger at all.

He looks like a nice young man, but when he obtained the permit to enter the cemetery, his opponent was by no means solid. Although Neon is not very solid either, following such an opponent, her sense of danger is lower than that of an ordinary person; I really regret not training him.

What is fatal is that not only Neon, but even his father does not know this common sense: if he is a Nen Ability user, it is equivalent to suicide to show his ability to someone he does not understand.

"!?"

Neon, while carefully listening to the explanation, was confused by Chrollo, who was quietly crying while reading the first poem, a poem that described her "past," "present," and "future," which would be a few hours later.

He cried so quietly and so beautifully that it made Neon feel the sensation of an adult man crying so intensely for the first time, and the palpitations in her chest did not subside for a while.

"Your fortune-telling is amazing. You are right; this is the first poem."

"Ah! No!"

However, without training, he unknowingly possessed "the ability to predict with 100% accuracy," and his stubborn and serious appearance was also strange.

Chrollo told Neon about his own fortune-telling without violating that Constraint, and asked Neon; Neon was startled, but strictly adhered to the Constraint of not being able to see her own fortune-telling.

"Some parts of this poem evoke the rest of the souls of the dead. Do you think there is life after death?"

"Hmm, I don't really believe in it."

Neon paused, but now she was not just thinking about the answer. The answer to this question had long been known.

I didn't think much about it; I just remembered it.

She said this ability is "Divination," and I remembered those trivial words, but I still couldn't help but turn them into my own words.

"Fortune-telling is only for the living... in this case, Mr. Chrollo.

If there is such an expression, I think it is you who have received comfort, not the spirit."

"... Certainly. Perhaps so."

Chrollo calmly lowered his eyes and accepted this answer.

As for Chrollo, he was skeptical about the afterlife such as Heaven and Hell, but because he was a Psychic, he knew very well that "ghosts" and "spirits" truly existed, rather than just believing in them.

So I was looking forward to it a little.

It is not yet certain, but I hope I can meet Uvogin, who is almost certainly dead, and the souls of the dead; even if he is a ghost, I can see him again, and at least say my final farewell. In Neon's words, I was able to abandon those expectations without regrets.

A childhood friend I am very familiar with, who likes to be irritable and doesn't know what to do, so he is often troubled, but he is equally reliable and important. A guy with limbs.

For better or worse, Chrollo reconsidered; it was impossible for this man who had the habit of splitting bamboo idioms to leave the most abnormal regrets and remorses for the dead.

If that were the case, for Uvogin, it would be more humiliating, more of a failure, and more shameful than death, rather than becoming the kind of lingering, painful existence he hated most.

Chrollo thought that if he didn't have that feeling and had passed away without encountering such things, he would be happy enough, and he chatted with Neon.

In the chat, Neon said that her phrase "fortune-telling is for the living" was borrowed from a fortune-teller named "Grandmother of the Galaxy" who was arrested for fraud a few years ago. It is a Nen Ability; she would not try to use "100% accuracy" fortune-telling on herself, and when strictly adhering to the Constraint, she is better than that fortune-telling fraud. It is clear that he has a high sense of pride.

"I believe in souls.

That is why I think I will do what that dead person would want most."

"What is that?"

So, due to the limitations of his ability, using it was an absolute requirement, but for the sake of fortune-telling and his pride, he decided to take the most peaceful method he had planned.

(Rampage)

However, that kind of "calmness" only applied to her.

"Oh...?"

"Ah, are you alright!?"

Pressing the Sword against Neon's medulla oblongata, Chrollo sighed while erasing Neon's consciousness. "!?" he shouted.

"Call a doctor," he said, but he hid the book on Neon, pressed her palm onto the Handprint on the cover, and successfully obtained Neon's Fortune Telling ability.

The security guard notified the person in charge of the Underground Auction through the communication device that someone had suddenly fallen ill, asking him to arrange an ambulance, but if it weren't for the attack two days ago, no flexibility would be useful... "I will send you to the main entrance; please go to the main entrance."

"Holy crap!

Nostrade family boss, boss, this is the daughter, hey, tell me if I'm in charge!!"

However, before the communication was cut off, Chrollo made a vicious sound unsuitable for a handsome man in disguise, stuffing the information in.

"Hey, I heard that. Because even the elder's head has fans... no way, call me!"

Just as Chrollo read, Neon's fortune-telling fans are as many as Juro. Knowing the accuracy of her predictions, it is easy to imagine that even if her father is not the one who takes the most advantage of her, what she fears losing most is what she has.

So after that, I don't need to do anything. Conversely, if her father finds out he used his daughter, and if he stays, that would be troublesome.

No one in the Phantom Troupe is afraid, let alone Chrollo, a rural Mafia boss who expands his influence by relying on his daughter's ability; it's promising, but if the daughter really has a problem, then it becomes a problem. Caught in a counterattack against the father's reckless revenge.

If he loses the stolen ability before he even has a chance to use it, that would be quite frustrating. Leaving the scene.

Then, I took out the Mobile Phone that was supposed to be forbidden to bring in, placed it in a suitable spot out of sight, and contacted my friend.

"Are you Shalnark? Send a message to everyone; they are causing trouble in the cemetery building, so finish off the trash and come over."

"... Also, there are conditions for how to go on a rampage today."

"Heh, that's rare. What? I was too flashy 2 days ago, so I have to restrain myself?"

Chrollo gave a wry smile at Shalnark's words, looking at the paper where Neon had the fortune teller's answer.

"No. Quite the opposite. — Flashy killing or 'reply'."

The car driven by Shizuku smashed through the checkpoint, and from the car that was thought to have exploded due to the Mafia's volley, Franklin swung his arms, which were more powerful than their heavy weapons, killing humans with Bullets and destroying it.

Phinks and Feitan, who arrived leisurely on foot, were stopped by police and the Mafia in front of the checkpoint, but the two ignored them, turned their heads, and cut their throats.

Shalnark used the crazed Mafia as a shield, looking for humans he could use as his weapons.

The members of the Phantom Troupe did as they pleased, and the leader said: Kill or carry out the "let's go" order, and head to the cemetery building.

Similarly, the trigger was caught by the thread I elongated; he lifted the corpse, strangled it, and then manipulated the corpse like a marionette, shooting the weapon at the people he had to kill around him.

I bit my Tongue while killing it.

"... That idiot. Where did you go?"

For some reason, Nobunaga selfishly said he would add the child he picked up during the day to the Phantom Troupe, and Machi was angry because he bypassed the building instead of helping him, going somewhere alone instead.

Even if I go somewhere alone, I have a Mobile Phone, so I can keep in touch with him.

So, of course, I can know where I am, and I can also learn about the situation over there through the phone line.

In a sense, the commander's order is part of releasing pressure, so she thought it was a stroke of luck, but when she was looking for prey through the thread she stretched, I felt the thread snap.

As for the cutting itself, there is no problem.

The strings stretched here and there were originally intended to detect reinforcements. Even if you can't see it, its strength is enough to lift a person from the start, so its strength is about the same as cotton thread. It was cut to feel that someone was coming, so it just fulfilled the role it was supposed to play.

The problem is after that.

Machi sensed that a newcomer had arrived because his thread was cut, injected an aura into his thread, increased its strength, and its strength was enough to be lifted by Uvogin, and it should have been wrapped around the newcomer's neck. Pulling the thread with his arm and lifting it.

I originally wanted to hang him.

"!? Hisoka!!"

I put the rope connected to Hisoka to my ear and called him.

The other party seemed to have noticed that Machi had tied a thread to her, and asked me without surprise: "Hey, what's wrong, Machi?"

Machi, irritated by the carefree answer, skipped the instructions.

"Where are you?! If you're free, go to the east side of the cemetery building!! The guy who cut my thread is there!!"

At Machi's instruction, Hisoka opened his eyes slightly, then raised his eyes and the corners of his mouth to answer.

"... Leave it to me."

I didn't want to hit any Small Fish today, so while enjoying the magnificent view of the night scene, I enjoyed the runaway cars on the roof of the simple building and the flames caused by the Explosion, but it turned out to be the person who cut the thread that Machi wanted to kill. Well, that's another matter.

At that time, he was definitely at least a Nen user, and although Machi was not a combatant like Uvogin, Nobunaga, or Phinks, she had reached a level that Heaven's Arena could not reach — a class ability user. More than enough, the opponent can be expected.

It is also possible that the newcomer is Kurapika and Sora, who have had no news since last night.

In that case, it would be a real pity to be intercepted by other members.

It's a pity, but I can't protect them here and reveal that I am Judas. Or rather, Hisoka doesn't want to give up the chance to fight fruit that looks delicious.

"Because I have a trigger line, I can't help you, so if they find out we are forming an alliance, I can't help you either," Hisoka said while jumping off the building, magnifying his aura as a sign.

And find out the answer.

The hair growing on the chest fluttered in the smoky Wind.

The loose pajamas were slightly Transparent under the outdoor lights and moonlight, and the neutral limbs were slightly visible.

What I was wearing were thin slippers for indoor use, which were already dirty, as if I had walked some distance.

And because the sense of presence was diluted to the limit, it was said that the appearance of pajamas and slippers would not feel out of place in the center of this battlefield, Yorknew, and the appearance was well-made, looking like a fake. There was none, so if you look at it from the side, it looks like a ghost.

When he discovered "her"... Sora, who originally thought he could not die, was relieved that he had successfully repelled Uvogin. My head.

"... What?"

Hisoka had no doubts about Sora's appearance.

She was very shy about her cute girl appearance, but other than that, she didn't care about her clothes at all, and most importantly, she hated being seen by sexy eyes, but she didn't like the intensity of exposure. She was really an opponent worth teasing, and she didn't notice until you pointed it out, so I thought, when I wanted to sleep, I felt the Phantom Troupe start to act so flashily, so I jumped out.

What makes me curious is her behavior.

Since he had already erased his existence with "Absolute", the Mafia, who were already panicked by the unreserved and unrestrained attack on the Phantom Troupe, would not notice Sora walking beside them.

It doesn't matter, but the Sora that Hisoka knew was a kind-hearted person, very concerned about others, to the point that Hisoka couldn't understand, but she separated "important people" from "people who can be abandoned."

Even the person who worshipped her and said she was her fan, she just gave her some Suggestion, and then treated her as "teaching material" for studying the precious thoughts of Killua and Gon. And shooting regardless of friend or foe, she would only protect herself.

Anyway, if there are ordinary people around who have nothing to do with this, if others are also Mafia, then ignore Sora and continue moving forward.

That was Hisoka's impression of Sora, but the Sora he looked down upon was different.

While walking leisurely without being noticed by the Mafia, she hit the medulla oblongata of the person shooting wildly, making him lose consciousness, then carried the person shooting wildly on her shoulder and placed him in a suitable back alley.

If someone with breath is found among the panicked gang members, tear off the sleeves of their clothes to stop the bleeding so as not to cause more collateral damage, and throw them into the back alley just like the person shooting randomly.

Hisoka was confused by Sora; Sora was just comforting, but still helped the Mafia, although it was only water, but it seemed to be saying that he didn't care about the Mafia, nor did he care about the conflict itself. Under.

Coupled with the fact that Sora was also in an "Absolute" state while bullets were flying around, and the panic around was getting worse and worse, so no one in the Mafia noticed that Sora was quietly doing something, which was also quite surreal.

Although the situation was too surreal to understand, Hisoka watched Sora feel uncomfortable under his eyes.

First and foremost, her behavior was uncharacteristic, but beyond that, she was very different from her usual self.

Hisoka could not understand the nature of the discomfort, but he was certain his intuition believed the more fundamental problem was wrong, and not merely his own actions.

Thus, he retracted his Qi from his eyes and observed Sora more carefully, but she had already vanished, calmly helping the Mafia and taking Stasta toward the cemetery building.

I really don't know how to use my aura because I am in an "Extreme" state, and I can only see his back when I am beside Hisoka; I don't know what kind of face he is making.

But I noticed one thing.

Notice the enhanced vision.

Around the beginning of July, a red ribbon embroidered with gold thread was wrapped around her right hand, which she began using to tie her hair.

I noticed a tattoo-like emblem on the back of my hand that hadn't been there until two days ago.

Looking closer, he understood it was a pattern like a star, moon, and sun, but he couldn't understand anything about it after all, and Hisoka tilted his head deeply.

Hisoka tilted his head due to the unresolved discomfort, and the needle and thread on the hem of his clothes were tugged.

It is good to follow the direction of the instructions, but Machi must be suspicious of Hisoka for doing nothing. Hisoka removed a needle from his clothes, brought it to his mouth like a telephone, and found an excuse to report to Machi.

"Ah, sorry, sorry, this is an unexpected scene, so I was just watching it."

"Teeth? Unexpected? What on earth is someone doing here?"

Hisoka hesitated over whether to answer honestly.

I know the reason why Chrollo's obsession with her is different from mine, so if I tell him the newly recruited person is Sora, Chrollo will definitely get the information.

Just as I don't want Kurapika or Sora to kill me and take away my chance to duel Chrollo, I hate Chrollo taking Sora away from me; I thought, conversely, I was too relaxed and let him escape. I know I will never be trusted.

Then, what is Sora killing, or the more killing the better, or just as I was thinking about heading toward the rear, an even more unexpected scene appeared below.

The Mafia did not know that when she was walking in slippers, someone grabbed Sora's hand and dragged her into the back alley.

For a moment, Hisoka thought another member had come to beat him to it, but looking closely, it was in a different direction from Sora, as out of place and unrealistic as Sora, just like a ghost. It was a person.

A person who looked like a beautiful young girl with short hair and a gorgeous trench coat dragged Sora into the back alley, and for some reason, she was angry.

Hisoka was relieved for a moment because she was not a member of the Phantom Troupe. "Things have become a bit complicated, so I'll see you later," he said, piercing the hem of his clothes again and continuing forward.

Sora and the child moved to a building overlooking the back alley they had entered, and Hisoka observed the situation again while thinking.

As expected, Sora was now squinting her eyes to observe her, feeling that something was wrong.

The child pulled Sora's arm and shouted at her, and she dragged her into a back alley where the Mafia would not be ignored.

I cannot hear everything because I am keeping a certain distance so they don't notice, but I can hear the voice saying "What are you doing!" It seems there is no doubt.

At first, like me, is she a collaborator "working" for that troublesome Kurapika? That is what I thought, but given her personality, even if she couldn't get the cooperation of Gon and Killua, even if the child is more capable than them, she is definitely younger than them, and I don't ask for your cooperation.

Hisoka never received news from Sora herself, but he firmly believed that even if Sora was younger than him, especially if he was the child's age, he was also an "object to be protected."

Come to think of it, that child seems to have already mastered the basics of "just in case," is some kind of child from a back-door business, and the Auctioneer happened to know Sora, so he happened to find him in such a place. A dangerous place, so maybe he protected him? I made an assumption that I thought was unreasonable.

People often say that reality is stranger than fiction. Hisoka thought 90% of his unreasonable assumptions were correct.

Only the "Auction participant" part was missing.

Even before he realized this, the two people below him changed.

Pulling the child's hand, Sora did not resist and followed quietly, but for some reason, she was offended by being followed too quietly, and while turning around, she shouted: "Are you listening!?"

I turned around and saw her face.

"…………Hmm?"

The child stood face-to-face with her and "Sora," and was stunned for a moment.

Looking at such a child, she tilted her head and said a sentence.

Hisoka could not hear what he said.

But, of course, the child in front of me could hear it.

I don't know what the child said, but in the blink of an eye, his dull face lost all its color, his doll-like face was stained with a sense of confusion and fear, and then he took a step back.

The incomprehensible confusion and the incomprehensible fear were exactly the same, so the child barely managed to cry out, and did not run away.

"……You-"

＊＊＊

Facing the killing intent that was shot out before the child could even speak, both Sora and the child wanted to amuse themselves, so Hisoka also threw a playing card, blocking the needles shot with the power of a machine gun.

And Sora also completely sensed that killing intent, immediately hugged the child in front of her, ignored gravity, and ran up the wall like a Ninja to escape.

Seeing this, he clicked his tongue and glared at Hisoka, not knowing where his bloodlust came from.

"Don't get in the way! Hisoka!!"

"Sorry, sorry."

"But what are you doing here? Maybe that child is your target?"

A person who had blended into the darkness of the back alley appeared.

Hisoka's familiar friend, known as the toy. Illumi Zoldyck said this with a dissatisfied expression and tone; ever since he met Sora, this had become a common occurrence. He answered toward the direction of the escape as if throwing it away.

"You are my brother... hmm, you silly girl! Although it was before work, you still took Kalluto... After all, I should have opposed Kalluto getting involved with him."

Having given the answer, most of the parts I was suspicious about were resolved.

How could there be a child younger than Gon and Killua in such a place, yet he had mastered the basics of "Nen"?

From the child's expression, it could be seen that he had an attachment to Sora just like Killua, but the child's reaction, turning to face Sora, mixed with confusion and fear in what he was told, what kind of expression was that?

Sora's words and actions were always tilted upward no matter when or where, and it was not uncommon for even Hisoka to be speechless, but no matter the situation or the reason, she was a sweetheart to children, and I didn't think she could scare a child like this. I thought I would say that.

Furthermore, I don't understand why Sora would run away with Illumi's younger brother.

Except for Killua, Hisoka did not know Illumi's younger brother, but he knew how much he loved his family, so I should be able to understand there was no reason.

If she knew the owner of that killing intent was Illumi, then with her personality, using him as a hostage as a means to escape Illumi was impossible, so Sora needing to take his younger brother, a child wearing a trench coat, to run away was also not it.

... Considering the Hunter Exam, it is very likely that he did not notice it was Illumi, so he took it and ran away to protect him, but even so, he still had a trace of discomfort.

"Hey! Hisoka, it's a request from your Leader, hurry up and help me!"

After Illumi clicked his tongue, he also ran up the wall to chase Sora.

Hisoka only then remembered that Chrollo had once had the Zoldyck family assassinate Ten-rou, and losing Chrollo would be a disgrace; furthermore, the best toys, Sora and Illumi, would also be lost at the same time, which was the worst-case scenario, so at least I can enjoy one of them, and this way I can make an excuse for those who might be listening through the thread, saying: "Oh, right. He's chasing too."

While chasing, Hisoka asked Illumi.

"Hey, Illumi, isn't she very strange?"

When I didn't use a proper noun and was deceived by Machi, Illumi answered immediately, without even looking at me, saying: "Has there ever been a time when it wasn't this unfunny?"

However, I often add it.

"... But something is different."

He himself seemed to have sensed an inexplicable feeling of disharmony, deepening the wrinkles between his brows, muttering bitterly.

"Whew, if you say so too, then it wasn't my imagination after all."

"... What does that mean?"

Illumi glared with Hisoka's agreement, but chased after Sora, who was fleeing with her younger brother while jumping from one building to another.

Sora did not look back, and Illumi's younger brother Kurt was still holding onto him without a word, his face full of terror.

After running for a while, Sora stopped near the cemetery building and put down Kalluto.

Arriving at a safe zone where the squad had not yet reached and no Mafia panic riot had occurred, she put down Kalluto and gently stroked her jet-black, lustrous hair.

The kind hand stroking his head made Kalluto heave a sigh of relief, and the fear also receded.

However, even if the fear recedes, even if you think the other party doesn't need to be feared, that mystery and confusion will only deepen further.

Before I could ask a question to unravel the mystery, my brother and another man, who I didn't know was dressed in clown attire and makeup, arrived.

However, Sora, who was blocking in front of Kurt, ran off without leaving Kurt.

"Sorry, I scared you."

Once these words were spoken, not only Kalluto, but even the two who wanted to throw Needles and play cards stood motionless, as if time had stopped.

Illumi was as confused as Kurt, while Kurt was even more confused, with tears hanging on his face.

I understand why Kalluto would be so confused and afraid.

I still don't know what "Sora" said to Kalluto at that time, but those words themselves might not have had any meaning.

It was this voice itself that made him so afraid and confused, because he could not understand it.

"... Is it this child who has business with you? Or the master?"

"She"... "Sora" asked herself without looking back.

It sounded unique to her, neither male nor female, and in either case, it was not the half-baked voice of the child before the metamorphosis, but rather higher, yet one could not miss it upon turning back.

"If it's about this child, I don't know what the situation is, but I cannot ignore the intent to kill the child.

If your goal is to become a master, please ignore this child. He is only worried about the master. This kid is strong enough, but can you tell he is not your enemy?"

Standing in front of Kalluto as if to protect it, she knew nothing about Kalluto, and nothing about Illumi and Hisoka.

I could clearly understand why Kurt turned back, looking blank, as if he didn't understand who or what the person in front of him was.

Now, standing in front of you is absolutely Sora. Sora=Sikiori.

Her beauty does not distinguish between masculine and feminine, her androgynous figure, her clothes slightly Transparent under the moonlight, were clear at a glance, unchanging.

However, two parts were clearly different, like finding the differences.

One was the star, moon, and sun pattern Tattoo on the back of his right hand.

The other was the eyes.

Her eyes were not midnight blue, not sky blue, and certainly not azure; they were a supreme blue that made the seven most beautiful colors in the world fade.

The left one was the color of the blue sky, very similar to the color of her eyes, yet it lacked the demonic nature that would drag life into violence, instead resting quietly in others' hearts. The blue eyes saw through the truth.

And his right eye, while also possessing the power to tear through falsehoods, was a scarlet eye like Burning Fire.

The contrasting colors both emitted a clear light, and the person who was "Sora" but not "Sora" was waiting for an answer.

Of course, the person who was not that "Sora" had no answer. Except for such things, I had to ask some questions.

Thus, the three of them asked at the same time.

"... Who are you?"

"... Sora, isn't it?"

"Who are you?"

Upon hearing this, the other party remained vigilant against Hisoka and Illumi, only emitting a slightly languid voice.

"... Ah. Come to think of it, I didn't introduce myself."

Far from Kurt and Illumi who had involuntarily asked these questions, Hisoka also grew weak.

Her voice, her eyes, once she started speaking, it was easy to understand; her tone, even the slightest gesture, her demeanor, were completely different from "Sora," but she looked very much like Sora. It was needed, so I thought, "Is Sora really not crazy?" Each of them began to doubt, but the person herself did not know that he was thinking this. "He" proudly introduced himself.

"I am Sora's Servant. Lancer's Servant, Karna."

It doesn't matter, but I call Sora in this state "Karunasecom."