The Daily Life of Saiki Kusuo in Zoldyck

No, it's not that simple. It's easy to stop it. All you need is a barrier.

"Then all that's left is gender reassignment... Speaking of which, why go to such lengths to undergo gender reassignment? Is it because you were born identifying as female, and your male body caused you great disappointment and distress, which led to your timid and introverted personality? If you think about it that way, many things become clear, like when you lied to me about the Dark Continent... Well, don't be surprised, I did sense you were lying to me. You clearly had no experience in lying, and even seemed to have very little experience in communicating with people. As you said, someone like me, whose daily behavior is either lying or harming others, can already judge someone's deception based solely on intuition."

You were a quiet thing until you knew I had lost my telepathic abilities.

"I thought it was a conversation, but I didn't realize it was a one-on-one chat. I felt awkward afterward, so I said it again because I was concerned."

Aren't you just lying and harming people every day?

"Deception can sometimes be a white lie, and sometimes it can be a necessary means to achieve a goal. Haven't you lied before?"

This person didn't mention a word about the harmful issues.

"Getting back to the point, it's true you can't use telepathy, but can you still use your other abilities? Your body is still that of a girl, so you weren't sealed in your Nen, were you? When will you recover? You didn't become a woman through surgery, did you? Hmm... I don't mean any discrimination, Meteor City is very open-minded."

Other things can't be used either. It's not that my thoughts have been sealed, you can think of it as my thoughts being cleared. The recovery time is uncertain. I haven't tested this kind of thing beforehand. Not having sex reassignment surgery is another necessity... With you talking next to me, it really feels like my telepathy is still there.

Oh dear, asking too quickly would be too much for an average person to answer. I'm telling you, don't be so greedy.

"What's the point of asking ordinary people questions? No matter how fast you ask, you can keep up with Qi Mu. You know that, so it would be a shame not to ask more questions."

That's so honest. I don't want to talk to this person anymore.

Kusuo Saiki turned his head to watch the battle.

His body was still female, of course. Kusuo Saiki touched his throat; it was flat. The one on his chest was still there. Transgenderism was a result, not a temporary superpower, so even if the superpower disappeared, his body wouldn't revert.

I've truly become an ordinary person again, and the wishes I used to desperately want to fulfill have unexpectedly come true.

"Superpowers have disappeared?" Kuroro, observing the situation, keenly noticed.

Oh, if the other party has developed telepathy, some things can no longer be hidden. Will their superpowers be fully revealed?

"—Is superpower the name of your ability? Simple, straightforward, and intuitive. Your abilities are indeed diverse and strong in every aspect. Even I am humbled."

A misunderstanding?!

Kusuo Saiki paused for a moment, then seemed somewhat disappointed. "Hey, I meant, my ability is a superpower."

"...Yes, I didn't deny you."

Superpowers and Nen abilities are different; I'm much stronger than you guys.

"I know you are undoubtedly a genius in Nen abilities."

Kusuo Saiki: ...

No, you have no idea that my superpower is not in the same system as Nen. I can do far more things than Nen. Although there are limitations, superpowers are different from ordinary ones.

"Special type, right? Did you fundamentally change the way you use Nen? How many oaths would that require? Or do you have a complete belief that your ability is a superpower, which allows your Nen to differ from others? I have many guesses about this. Your soul swap last time really surprised me. I've also been researching this area over the past year. Soul-related Nen is indeed different from ordinary usage. Sigh, it's too noisy here. I really hope to have a proper chat with you about Nen abilities sometime."

This person, who couldn't even pass an open-book exam, is blaming others for being noisy, when in fact this person is the noisiest one.

Tsk, this is the last time. My ability is a unique and unparalleled superpower. Don't confuse it with mere Nen.

Kuroro pondered the reason for Saiki Kusuo's impatience: "I won't call you a chuunibyou."

Based on my years of experience with telepathy, anyone who says "I won't say you xx" has definitely already said "xx" in their mind.

"Ah, we've been discovered. How perceptive."

Don't admit it, you idiot.

"—Boom!" A sudden commotion interrupted their conversation.

The sound was coming from not far away; it was Uvogin who had smashed someone into the wall, and that person was immediately teleported away.

Kusuo Saiki became alert.

Yes, chatting with Kuroro is a complete waste of time. More importantly, we need to seriously consider whether she can really survive without superpowers in this current reality.

"The score difference is a bit big. Our fighting strength is slightly insufficient. Qi Mu, how about you let Phinks go? He won't touch the Zoldyck kids again." Kuroro suggested, calculating the situation on the field while fiddling with the psychic suppressor in his hand.

Why should I listen to someone with ulterior motives?

What happened? Was your ability suppressed? Good thing it was suppressed.

"So the collar had needles on it. Was it your brother's work? His taste..."

It's an older brother's work, but not that older brother. The taste of both older brothers is questionable, but saying it's the older brother is definitely correct.

How should I store this?

Kusuo Saiki glanced at it, practiced his grip a couple of times, and then reached out and snatched the collar from Kuroro's palm.

However, as soon as he grabbed it, a sudden stinging sensation made him instinctively throw the collar away.

With lightning speed, Kuroro caught the collar with one finger and brought it back, even spinning it twice on his fingertip.

Kuroro: "What's wrong?"

Kusuo Saiki looked at his palm.

He was simultaneously pricked by the needles in the collar on the base of his thumb and the pad of his ring finger. Because of his improper swinging motion, the needles, even though they were so thin, left two bright red dots on his fair palms when they left his fingers.

Kusuo Saiki stared at the palm of his hand in deep thought.

I don't understand Kuroro anymore.

Is there anything to worry about with this kind of injury? It should heal by now if I look at it a little longer.

"Does our young master Qi Mu need alcohol? Cotton swabs? Disinfectant?"

No, we don't need that kind of thing.

"Could it be that Young Master Qi Mu only discovered a truth today: when a person is pricked by a needle, they will bleed?"

Kusuo Saiki nodded slowly.

Yes, these tiny things can actually pierce a person's skin, especially mine, and even draw blood!

Kuroro paused for a moment, confirming that he saw shock on Saiki Kusuo's face and that the thoughts he heard were not lying to him.

Although the guess was correct, it only made things more puzzling.

"Hey, leader, leader, hey!" Phinks shouted from below, "Stop chatting and let me go!"

"The Lord's Chess is in Saiki's hands, Phinks." Kuroro waved his hand in front of Saiki Kusuo. "But he seems a bit dazed right now. I suspect Illumi might have stuck a needle in his brain. Do you think Illumi would do something like that?"

Kusuo Saiki glared at him, then expressionlessly took out the Lord's Chess.

Finks was finally pardoned and stood up to breathe the air that belonged to him at 1.9 meters tall.

"Oh, I just realized that you and the leader are about the same height, about the same height. Perfect, if we're on the same level, then the leader's abilities..."

Kuroro quickly said, "Phinx! Height is determined by genes. Instead of that, don't you think that place would be more suitable for you to participate in a team battle?"

“Yes, sir!” Finks leaped forward, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Kusuo Saiki covered his mouth and nose to block out the dust. In the past, he only needed to erect a barrier in front of himself.

"Don't be nervous, we also support the Blue Team to win," Kuroro said.

Phinks just said something about what happened to the leader's abilities, could you finish that? It's really intriguing to hear someone only say half of what they meant.

Kuroro chose to ignore him and continued what he had just said: "Don't you believe me? Actually, I'm quite grateful to you. Your arrival was very timely. Once Hisoka becomes the lord, he might change the territory into a world he can do as he pleases, such as taking on the Phantom Troupe one-on-one first? The lord's chessboard is really dangerous in his hands."

I believe that Hisoka is serious about wanting to fight you one-on-one.

As if to prove his seriousness, Hisoka suddenly threw a human hammer in the arena.

He grabbed two members of the red team and twisted them together with his flexible, elastic hand. Hitting a teammate would deduct points, but hitting the blue team would add more points. He spun this human hammer around, and the red team's score increased once again.

“Under normal circumstances, they wouldn’t want to fight Hisoka. It seems there’s no other way,” Kuroro murmured.

Oh, so today is the day for a one-on-one duel with Hisoka? I'm all for it.

As if hearing the voice from this side, Hisoka suddenly scattered cards around, one of which flew straight towards Chrollo.

The card carried a power that could guide and turn. Kuroro's eyes focused, and after a brief moment of thought, he glanced at Saiki Kusuo, who claimed to have no more abilities.

“The number of people in the arena is decreasing, and the Hunter Association will not intervene for its own benefit…” Kuroro raised his hand, clasped his hands together, and a white light appeared in his palm as he clapped.

This clapping action successfully caught Hisoka's card.

"White Clapping!" He uttered the skill name like any character in a Japanese anime.

Hey, isn't that Byakuran's skill from Katekyo Hitman Reborn!?

Kuroro released his grip, and the card, having lost its attachment to force and Nen, drifted away like a falling leaf.

Wait, wasn't he only allowed to use one ability, and had to open a book to use a second one? Has he evolved again?

"It's just the basic usage of 'chan'," Kuroro replied softly.

You even gave the basic usage a name; that's pretty cringeworthy.

Kuroro's slap was quite loud, so it had another effect: all the members stopped what they were doing and looked at him.

"Operation 2 is on, guys."

Smiles appeared on the faces of the team members. Hisoka stopped what he was doing with a hint of excitement and went to prepare. Meanwhile, the two Red Team members who were being used as weapons had been rescued by the Zodiac Dog, Kitdor.

Even if they are on different sides.

The Phantom Troupe members gradually surrounded Hisoka, and a battle was imminent.

Kusuo Saiki: So Operation 2 is just ganging up on Hisoka, right? Regardless of the red and blue teams, everyone gangs up on Hisoka together.

Chapter 157 The Siege Ends

"We don't really have any squads, we're the Phantom Troupe." Kuroro smiled as he watched the scene. "Sigh, I wonder where Little Color went."

"It's a chameleon. Because it's an endangered species, I usually just call it a chameleon, but Nobunaga and the others gave it a different name."

What a terrible name! Any of the other three characters could be a normal name. You could even call him Mimi; that's what stray cats are called.

"Then we'll give him a new name, Mimi, when he comes back."

You know he's a male animal, right?

"The person who gives it to me has the right to name it."

As the Phantom Troupe's attack continued, Kusuo Saiki watched Hisoka being repeatedly beaten, turning his offensive into a strategic retreat, and sighed.

However, the score gap between the two teams was still huge. No matter how much the members of the Phantom Troupe wanted to beat him up, they couldn't catch up with Hisoka, who seemed to have springs under his feet and could run on walls and swing on ropes.