ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ sᴛᴀʀᴛs ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ. ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇɢᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴀʏ ᴛʜɪs; ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴʏ ғɪʙᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴅʏ! ɴᴏ ᴍʏ ʟᴀᴅɪᴇs, ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇᴍᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏɴ-ʙɪɴᴀʀʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs, ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ!

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ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏɴ ғᴀɴғɪᴄ!! (ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴋɪʟʟᴜᴀ ғᴀɴғɪᴄ) ʏᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ʀɪɢʜᴛ, ɪᴛ ɪs ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴅʀᴀғᴛs ᴀs ᴡᴇ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ, ᴍʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs.

ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴀ ғᴀɴғɪᴄ ғᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅʏɪɴɢ, ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ... 𝗦𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 ғᴏʀ ᴀ ғᴀɴғɪᴄ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʙᴏʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ɴᴏɴᴇ.

ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪᴍ, ɪ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ!

ɴᴏɴᴇ!

ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪs ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴜᴘsᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜɪs sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʙᴀʙʏ ɴᴇᴇᴅs ʟᴏᴠᴇ! ;-;

ᴡʜʏ ʜᴀs ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜs ᴄɪɴɴᴀᴍᴏɴ ʀᴏʟʟ ᴀ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ʟᴏᴠᴇ?!

ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀ ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ, ɪ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ! ᴀ ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ!!

ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ sᴏ sᴀᴅ 🥺

ʙᴜᴛ, ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴀʏ ᴛʜɪs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ

ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ɪᴛ, ɪ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ, ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ɪᴛ!

ʟᴏᴏᴋ ɴᴏ ғᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ɪ, ᴀᴍʏᴛʜᴇsᴛᴄʜᴀɴ_ʜᴇss, ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇɢᴜɴ ᴏɴᴇ! ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪs ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ, ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ-ᴇʏᴇᴅ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ!

ᴀɴᴅᴅᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀᴛɪᴄs, ᴀʜᴇᴍ, ɪ ᴡᴀs ʜᴏɴᴇsᴛʟʏ ᴠᴇʀʏ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ sᴀᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴏɴ ғʀᴇᴇᴄss ʜᴀs 0 ғᴀɴғɪᴄs ᴏғ ʜɪᴍ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴋɪʟʟᴜᴀ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴs.

ɪ ᴍᴇᴀɴ, ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sᴀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀ ᴋɪʟʟᴜᴀ ғᴀɴғɪᴄ, ʙᴜᴛ... ɪ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴄᴀsᴇ.

(sᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ sᴏ sᴋɪᴘ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ғɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ!!)

ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ ɪs, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʀ. ɢᴏɴ ғʀᴇᴇᴄss ʜᴀs ɴᴏ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴍᴇ ғᴇᴇʟ sᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴇs ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪᴍᴇʀᴀ ᴀɴᴛ ᴀʀᴄ sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴋɪᴛᴇ ᴅɪᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʜᴏɴᴇsᴛʟʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ.

ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜᴏᴜᴛ ɢᴏɴ's ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ, ɢᴏɴ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ-sᴏɴ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ᴅᴀᴅ ᴏʀ ᴀs ʜᴇ ɪs ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀs, ɢɪɴɢ; ᴏʀ ᴀs ɪ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʜɪᴍ.. ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sᴀʏ ɪᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ᴄᴜʀsᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ɪɴ ᴏɴᴇ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ ʟᴏʟ; ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ, ʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇsᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛs ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍɪssɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ.

ᴋɪᴛᴇ.

ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɴᴇғᴇʀᴘɪᴛᴏᴜ ᴋɪʟʟs ʜɪᴍ, ɢᴏɴ ғᴇᴇʟs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʟᴏsᴛ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ɪɴ ɢʀɪᴇғ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ, ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ; ʙᴇsɪᴅᴇs ʟᴇᴏʀɪᴏ, ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ.

ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴏᴏʀ ʙᴏʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴀ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇsᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜɪᴍ.

ɪғ ɪ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɢᴏɴ, ɪ'ᴅ ɢᴏ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜsᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴠᴇɴɢᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀᴛ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴀɢᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ.

ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪʟʟᴜᴀ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ; ᴡʜᴏ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀs ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʀᴇ, ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ, ғᴏᴜʀᴛᴇᴇɴ ᴏʀ ғɪғᴛᴇᴇɴ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪᴍᴇʀᴀ ᴀɴᴛ ᴀʀᴄ.

sᴏ, ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ sᴄᴀʀ ᴀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ; ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀᴄᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀɪᴇғ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ғᴇᴇʟ ɪs sᴏ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴡʜᴇʟᴍɪɴɢ.

ɴᴏᴡ, ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋɪʟʟᴜᴀ ʜᴀs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ɢᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏsᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇsᴛ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ.

ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴄ; ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ sᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴍɪɴᴇ ɪs ᴛʀᴜᴇ, ɪᴛ's ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀɴ ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴ, ɪ ғᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ's ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ғᴏʀ ɢᴏɴ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ.

ʙᴜᴛ, ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ.

ɪᴛ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ sᴏᴏɴ, ᴘᴏssɪʙʟʏ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴅᴀʏs, ʜᴏᴜʀs ᴏʀ sᴏ, sᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴀɴ ᴇʏᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ғᴏʀ ɪᴛ 😉

ʙᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏʏʏ, ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ʟʟ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴏɴᴇ

ꕥ

ꕥ

It's been over a month since Gon was injured in his battle with Gito.

Eyes of molten gold moved up, then down, and up again as she watched Gon do push-ups while doing a handstand on only one hand.

Tilting his head, Zeus moved forward from his place on the windowsill and watched Gon, his beady black eyes full of curiosity.

What was he doing?

The room was quiet, beside the small grunts coming from Gon as he did his push-up handstand and then, the door opened.

'Hey, Gon! I got something—'

Stopping what he was saying, shock filled Killua's face and he noticed that all of Gon's injuries were gone.

They were gone.

'Oh, Killua! What's up?',Gon asked, gesturing towards Valentine with his head,'Valentine and I were just hanging out, we were actually about to go look for you'

With wide eyes, Killua stepped inside the room and gently closed the door behind him.

'Whoa',Killua exclaimed, still in shock,'You're better already?'

Fixing his stance, Gon was now doing a handstand and he pushed himself up, flipping in the air, before he landed on his feet.

'Check it out!',Gon exclaimed, running in place and gave both Killua and Valentine a large smile,'I'm all good!'

'Yeah, okay. I get it',Killua stated and turned his head away, unimpressed,'What is your body made of anyway?'

Staring at Killua, Gon's chocolate brown eyes blinked in confusion and he didn't really know what to say to that.

'I really don't know how to answer that',Gon admitted.

'You're such a weirdo',Killua commented.

Seeing the look on Killua's face, Gon seemed pretty unbothered by his words and tilted his head.

'So.. weren't you going to say something earlier?',Gon questioned.

Eyes widening in realization, Killua nodded and reached into his pocket.

'Oh, that's right',The silverette commented, pulling three tickets out of his pocket.

'Tickets, huh?',Gon stated, seeming pretty unimpressed or uninterested in the tickets Killua held.

With a smile on his face, Killua waved the tickets in his hands and slowly shook his head.

'But these aren't just any tickets',Killua commented,'They're for Hisoka's fight'

ꕥ

Sitting around at a table outside, the three were discussing the match and Gon was feasting on piles and full plates of food.

Staring in shock, Zeus and Valentine looked at each other and blinked in surprise.

These boys could eat.

'As a 200th floor level fighter, I got dibs on tickets',Killua explained,'Hisoka's match is real popular. I even saw scalpers'

Chewing a large chunk of chicken with a smile on his face, Gon hummed lightly and Valentine kept a straight face as she tried not to giggle at the crumbs and grease littering his face.

'So, I've been trying to gather up information. Turns out Hisoka's the real deal',Killua explained, watching as Gon swallowed the food in his mouth,'He has an eight and three record with six KO's, all of which ended in death'

Staring at the pile of empty and greasy plates stacked up on the table, Valentine felt a drop of sweat fall down her forehead and she really shouldn't have been surprised.

'Yeah, but he's lost three matches',Gon said between his last bites of his chicken.

'His three loses were forfeits',Killua countered, watching as Gon's face dropped.

Raising his eyebrows, Gon's lips parted in shock and he let out a breath of disbelief.

'Forfeits? Really?',Gon questioned and his disbelief was clear in his tone.

A cat-like expression formed on the boy's face.

'Well, he reached the registration deadline',The boy explained,'So he signed up for a fight, then he didn't show up for it'

Furrowing his eyebrows together, a deep frown formed on Gon's lips and he leaned forward, his eyes gleaming.

'Okay, what does that mean?',Gon questioned.

'That when Hisoka does compete, he never loses',The icy eyed boy stated and Gon nodded his head.

'Guess so'

'And out of all the times he's fought, he's only given up a total of four points',The silverette held up four fingers,'One of them was a knockdown and three of them were clean hits. Which means he's gotta be as strong as any of the Floor Masters'

'Wow, that's pretty intimidating'

Glancing up from her plate of food, Valentine's large golden eyes innocently blinked and she watched as Gon trembled with excitement, his eyes gleaming at the thought of fighting Hisoka. His hands tightened around one another and his smile was wide, but showed no teeth.

He didn't even look intimidated, if anything, he looked thrilled and, almost, excited by the information.

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Making their way back to the building, Killua, Gon and Valentine walked alongside one another.

'So, his opponent is some guy named Kastro',Killua explained,'Two years ago, he managed to get the only knockdown ever against Hisoka'

Letting out a small sigh, Gon hummed to himself.

'Of the four points Hisoka has ever given up to another fighter, this Kastro guy is responsible for three of them',Killua explained.

Eyes widening, Gon looked towards Killua and his mouth dropped.

'Three points against Hisoka?',Gon questioned.

Walking towards the escalator, Valentine had let Gon and Killua step on first, before she followed after them.

'Guess you could say they've got history',Killua said,'They both registered for the same day, so they could fight each other'

Letting out a breath of shock and understanding, Gon nodded and looked back at Valentine, causing her to look up at him, giving her brother-like friend a small smile.

Giving a close-eyed smile back, Gon let out a cheerful chuckle and turned back around, opening his eyes as he looked at Killua.

'You'll get to analyze Hisoka's fighting style',The silverette explained,'Maybe he'll even go all-out!'

Hearing this, Gon looked towards Killua and his body betrayed him as a nervous drop of sweat slowly fell down the side of his head.

'Are you sure this is okay?',Gon questioned,'I made that promise to Mister Wing..'

Not seeing the problem, Killua nodded and gave a small smile.

'Are you kidding? Of course it's okay!',Killua stated, not seeing the problem at all,'You're just going to be watching a match'

Since the three friends were all looking at one another, they didn't notice Mr. Wing as he stood at the top of the escalator.

Almost as if he were waiting for them, like he knew they were going to Hisoka's match.

Stepping off of the escalator, Valentine; who's eyes were like a splinter of amber fire caught in a viscous lantern that shines with such golden sweetness that to part from that beauty is as good as death, felt her heartbeat skyrocket as she let out a fearful screech, jumping back.

Noticing him as well, the boy's froze as gasps left their lips and they all stared up at the man, looking like children who were caught stealing by their parent.

'Not okay',Wing stated simply, an irk mark appearing on his forehead and his glasses gleamed with white light as the fluorescent light hit them,'Viewing a match counts as studying the use of Nen'

Looking towards one another in disbelief, Valentine and Killua were confused as to how watching a match would count as studying the use of Nen, before it hit them.

They had almost forgotten that everyone on this floor uses Nen.

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Sitting beside one another, Valentine and Killua watched as the enthusiastic announcer had introduced the two fighters; each of their introductions making the crowds screams and cheers accelerate, making Zeus wince slightly.

Loud and boisterous chants and cheers echoed through the arena, their voices raising as their eyes were only on Hisoka and Kastro; for no one wanted to miss this fight.

It was like they expected this to go down in history or something.

Which, to be honest, it's likely.

'Let the match, begin!',The woman announced, her loud voice booming through the microphone.

All of the noise had made Zeus hide his within the safety of Valentine's sweater, having the sounds muffled by the fluff that was instilled in the hoodie.

It was clear to both Valentine and Killua that Hisoka was quite excited to see Kastro.

But would it end well or would Hisoka cause an unfortunate event?

Much like, when he attacked an examiner at the Hunters Exam.