Becoming the Supreme Will starting from Hunter x Hunter

Oboro stared at Hisoka for a moment, his heart skipped a beat, but his face showed no change.

Because... the water in the bathtub seemed to have changed, becoming very viscous... like glue, and as Hisoka raised his hand, it completely stuck to his arm and fingers, forming a paste.

"How long has it been, and your understanding and use of 'Nian' have already reached this level?"

"I figured it out myself..."

Although she disliked Hisoka, Oboro had to admit that this guy... was inhuman!

"Remember to close the door next time you shower... I don't want to get my eyes dirty."

Long said coldly.

"Hehehehe..."

Hisoka used his Nen to change, and suddenly, the water clinging to his body returned to normal and fell off one after another.

"You're there too, aren't you?"

Hisoka smiled faintly, then suddenly spoke.

"We've lived together for so long, I'm very familiar with your scent..."

"..."

hazy.

His "absolute" is neither perfect nor mature; theory and practice are two different things. Hisoka can detect even the slightest leak of his aura.

This shows that the latter's vigilance is also quite formidable.

"So? Are you satisfied with my performance?"

Hisoka looked at Oboro.

boom!

However, the only response he received was the sound of Oboro slamming the door shut.

8. Tear off the disguise

Finally, the show at the Gram Grand Hotel, a venue that can accommodate 100,000 people, began.

The circus, led by Moritonio, stepped onto the stage they had longed for.

"This performance is the biggest event in all of Grammarands!"

"Success here means you will leap into the ranks of world-class top artists..."

"This is the stage that everyone in the performing arts dreams of stepping onto."

While the group members were waiting, a manager approached them and spoke in a self-satisfied tone and manner.

"Today's performance will be held before the highest authority in Garance, the head of the Gramm family..."

"His applause is the best praise for you, equivalent to being praised by the whole world."

The Grammys?

Upon hearing this name, Oboro's heart stirred.

The mafia forces on the continent of Yubian are extremely rampant, and it's also the main operating area of ​​the Ten Elders' businesses, not far from Yorknew City. Considering that this city is named after Gram, and given the background… it's hard not to think that the patriarch of the Gram clan is most likely also the boss of an underground force.

"Keep it up, everyone!"

After seeing the manager off, team leader Moritonio smiled at the tense members.

Whether you can achieve instant fame depends on today!

Then, accompanied by music and the opening of the curtain, the performance began.

The members took turns going on stage, just as they had initially rehearsed.

Inside the venue, every seat was taken… and the place was bustling with noise.

From the perspective of performing arts alone, the Moritonio Circus is quite skilled; otherwise, it wouldn't have made a name for itself. After each show, the audience applauded enthusiastically, creating a vibrant atmosphere.

When team leader Moritonio once again defied gravity, leaping through the air to showcase his signature "aerial swimming" technique, his graceful and elegant movements completely thrilled the crowd...

He truly deserves his reputation as an artist.

The performance was undoubtedly a great success.

There were no instances of things going wrong...

Back behind the scenes, everyone wore a joyful smile. Presumably... it wouldn't be long before their net worth skyrocketed, and they would become popular celebrities, at least in Graham.

As for the leader, he was taken away by the administrators, who said he was going to see the leader of the Gram clan…

……

In the evening, everyone gathered together to celebrate.

"You guys are absolutely amazing!"

"Let's drink to our hearts' content today, and not leave until we're completely drunk!"

"Abachi, you're a girl, so you can have juice!"

The girl looked around but couldn't find Hisoka or Oboro, and even the captain, who had returned long ago, was nowhere to be seen...

"Where are the two of them?"

Abachi asked.

"Tch! Those two brats, why should we care about them!"

Fat Bolize let out a cold snort.

"I'll go look for it."

Abachi wanted to get up.

"What are you looking for? Sit down right now! I'm telling you, Abachi, stay away from Hisoka and Oboro! Especially that Hisoka. Oboro has changed since he started following him; he's not as well-behaved as he used to be!"

"Uh……"

One of them reached out and grabbed the girl, trying to dissuade her.

……

Inside a performance venue that can hold 100,000 people.

Moritonio sat on the hotel steps, gazing at the empty stands.

Just then, a series of footsteps...

The sound came from behind.

"Yo."

A familiar greeting brought a smile to the old man's face: "Is that Hisoka... and Oboro..."

He didn't look back.

The people who arrived were, in Moritonio's eyes, two incredibly talented teenagers.

"So many people are making a racket here during the day, but now... it's unusually quiet... it always gives you a feeling of unreality."

Moritonio sighed.

"After everything is over, it inevitably feels desolate... there is a strong sense of loss."

"Just like magic... On stage, we cast a spell on ourselves, making ourselves glamorous... But once it all fades away, we are no different from these audience members, just ordinary... mortals."

"Like magic itself, it's not real after all... Perhaps this feeling is the emptiness that every magician can't escape..."

For no apparent reason, the old man uttered a few words of reflection.

"The performance was a great success, so I sat here quietly for a while, reflecting on the future direction of the theater troupe..."

“Hisoka… I want to entrust you with an even more important task. Don’t you think… this is a good opportunity for us to get to know each other better?”

Moritonio seemed to have a premonition and spoke to himself.

First of all, Hisoka's origins have always been a topic of discussion among the crew members.

Secondly, Hisoka and Oboro, at this time that should have been a time of celebration, found him all alone... their purpose is intriguing.

"Is it you? That serial killer..."

However, Hisoka suddenly turned his head and smiled slightly at him.

"..."

The commander was silent for a moment, then laughed: "A scary kid."

"Come on, let's have an open and honest talk, and what about Oboro..."

"Of course, I will also tell you everything about myself."

Moritonio stood up.

"I'm sorry, I don't really like talking about the past."

Hisoka casually flipped through the playing cards.

"I have no interest in other people's business."

Oboro, who stood to the side with his hands in his pockets, said calmly.

"Oh... by the way, how's your left eye? How does it feel... I'm really worried..." Suddenly, Hisoka stopped what he was doing, gave the leader a mocking smile, and called out in a sickly tone, "?"

Moritonio instinctively covered the left side of his face with his hand, his expression tense.

"Don't be nervous, if you move too much... be careful, that fake face... might fall off!"

Hisoka reminded him.

"That day, you really wanted to kill Abachi, didn't you?"

"You wouldn't be plotting to kill me and Oboro, would you?"

"Were we both too dazzling, touching your sensitive, fragile, and insecure soul?"

Hisoka spoke recklessly, each word like a sharp knife, mercilessly piercing Moritonio's heart.