The Daily Life of Saiki Kusuo in Zoldyck

“I never doubted it before…” Kuroro raised his hand and got up, using the cushions of the sofa for support. Suddenly, as if he had recovered, he didn’t complain of pain or fatigue anymore and just normally put his hand down.

A medical miracle happened to this person—no, look closely, their hands are still trembling. Is this an attempt to maintain an image in front of their group members?

Kuroro opened the book, switched his ability to synchronized sound transmission, and subconsciously took out a brooch, then stopped pointing it at Saiki Kusuo.

Nanmao has a matching red collar around her neck, which is subtly different from the previous one, but it can still be considered a decoration.

But Kuroro, for some unknown reason, shifted his gaze to other parts of Saiki Kusuo's body.

Kusuo Saiki: Hey, what are you trying to do? Are you going to stick a brooch into my flesh? Pricking me with needles is already going too far, I'm really going to report this as cat abuse.

"We can't mistreat the cat, Captain," the swordsman said.

Thank you, human mouth substitute.

"That collar is probably not an ordinary thing; it's best not to touch it unnecessarily."

You kept the collar for many days before, didn't you?

"It's very strong, so a prick won't hurt it. Besides, the cat brooch is stuck in the cat's body..."

Remove the antenna, and I'll put the swordsman's head on your head.

As the two, a human and a cat, locked in a silent, unspoken gaze, the savior Shizuku appeared: "How about using the local specialties I brought?"

Good, the local specialty is great, better than anything Kuroro is thinking right now. But what kind of local specialty is it?

Kusuo Saiki rolled his eyes and saw Shizuku take out handcuffs.

What kind of local specialty is this?! Shouldn't it be food? Shouldn't it be something like Nagasaki cake or Hokkaido toast that I'm fed?

"Hey? Little Di, why did you bring this with you?" the swordsman asked.

"I brought a lot of things with the bulging-eyed fish," said Droplet. *The bulging-eyed fish has the ability to store things like a storage space.

"Oh my, a model of a thief."

Why do you steal wherever you go? Even if you do it empty-handed just once, is it okay? Do you have no other way of life besides stealing? Will it affect your reputation?

Kuroro obtained the handcuffs and transformed them into a device for transmitting sound at the same frequency. Shalnark picked up the 20-kilogram Kusuo Saiki, kicked up the short sofa, placed the immobilized cat on the back of the sofa, and let go.

The liquid cat flowed down the backrest and lay on its side on the sofa.

"Putting aside the wicked cat inside, it's still a very handsome cat. Hey little kitten, what made you think of tying up the leader? Are you close to the chain-wielder?" The knight ruffled Saiki Kusuo's hair without any politeness and asked.

Kusuo Saiki, with a blank expression: When did he start doing bondage play again? When someone is bondage play multiple times, it's only because he likes it, it's none of my business.

The knight took the transformed handcuffs, grabbed Saiki Kusuo's cat paw, and cuffed them.

Kusuo Saiki: Why am I being handcuffed by thieves? Is no one going to do anything about it?

"Captain, should we move the cat to your sofa? Besides, your heads aren't even on the same level, so you won't be able to hear us there."

Yes, the minds of superhumans far surpass those of any human. We are worlds apart, not even on the same level.

However, Kuroro remained motionless.

Kuroro's body slowly tilted to the side, then suddenly collapsed onto the sofa. He could no longer lift the Thief's Ultimate in his hand and slapped it onto his face.

"It hurts... let me lie down." Kuroro's voice was low and weak.

The event has finally started, and this person, who had been trying to hold on until just now, has realized he can't keep going.

Kuroro remained unfazed by the provocation and calmly said, "Now that you're in our hands, if you don't confess, I'll ask you."

Oh, his true feelings have been heard, but he will not give in because of that.

You only need to confess something when you suddenly stab me like you're having a seizure.

"What are you? A creature of darkness?"

I am Kusuo Saiki.

"Are you still going to pretend to be Qi Mu even now?"

I am Kusuo Saiki, you idiot! Is there another cat in the world that can think? Oh no, there are many. If we're talking about advanced intelligent beings, there's already Yupi, and Neferpitou, that feline, might also exist.

"..." Kuroro slowly noticed the abnormality.

Why did you have to stick antennas on the cat? This is the first time you've met this body, isn't it? Kusuo Saiki thought immediately. Could it be that the cat biting you that day made you realize something was wrong?

"Are you really Saiki Kusuo?"

Nonsense. Why should I keep proving myself from yesterday to today?

What is your date of birth?

August 16th. Oh, on the Zoldyck side it should be *month* *day*...

Tsk, yet another misstep in trying to prove himself.

But Kuroro was ashamed, because it's only through such identical mistakes that one can prove anything.

"Your superpowers have returned?"

No, Nanmao and I swapped bodies.

"Nanmao? Isn't his name Wapu?"

Wapu was switched with another cat fifteen days ago, back when we were still in Love City. Wait, even I didn't realize when I got a different cat.

Kuroro recalled that day following the timeline: the robot cat was normal in the morning, but in the afternoon, the person who put the cat on the dining table and found it was...

He chose to keep quiet.

Why are there so many words in Chapter 169?

Nanmako appeared using my clone ability. The clone possesses 100% of the original's power, but there will be random differences between them and me. The me in your memory is different from the me in Kurapika's memory because he modified your memories. The past memories should only have shown a change in hair color. Some blank memories were filled in by your own imagination, so it's difficult for you to spot the logical fallacies.

Kuroro took time to think and process the information.

Hmm? Is it possible for a clone to inherit 100% of the power? Hmm? Isn't it a bit too overpowered to be able to modify memories so seamlessly?

Kusuo Saiki could only see Kuroro deep in thought as he continued his explanation: "To create a perfect disguise, my clones knocked on the names of everyone who knows me. But recently, because they sensed my will, they knocked back the altered memories from the others' minds."

"They actually managed to knock it back?!"

Kusuo Saiki: Yeah, you're surprised too, aren't you? He actually went through all this trouble for others. Since you've been around, it's hard to do anything, so you're probably the only one who thinks I have white hair. If needed, I'll have him come back and give you a beating.

"Please let me keep my current memories." Kuroro said decisively. No one wants their memories to be altered by having them knocked on the head, even if they know that their current memories have been changed.

Okay, I'll make sure he gets my permission before using his superpowers from now on. Another obvious difference between my clone and me is his personality, which is why he made some choices I would never have made while I was away. I've already talked to him, and he'll be very well-behaved.

Kuroro, who had been beaten and knocked unconscious: You have no idea how wicked that cat is; it can possess other bodies...

"Qi Mu." Kuroro said in a serious voice.

"Are you aware that your body has been taken away?"

Yes, it's a replacement, I agree. Do you still doubt him? I don't have any doubts at all.

"...I don't understand."

You can think of me as my legs, and my clone is...

"Ah, I see."

Hey, I haven't even started explaining yet! Do I have to use this analogy for you to understand instantly? You know your legs aren't completely obedient, right?

The chivalrous Shizuku, who was standing to the side, obviously couldn't understand what the two were talking about. After exchanging a confused look, Kuroro said, "Chivalrous, help me untangle his antenna."

"Huh? I finally got it tied up, don't you need to use it anymore?"

"No need, it's not him."

The knight removed the antenna.

Kuroro's hand was finally able to leave the book; the bookmark held a page of his ability, so the telepathic communication was still in use.

Having removed the antenna and gained his freedom, Kusuo Saiki stretched, and the cat-like figure transformed into a cat-like stick. As he tried to get up, he discovered that Shojin was sitting next to him, staring at him, and playing a game with another creature—a cat's tail—using the antenna he had just removed.

Forget it, I'll just stay lazy.

Kusuo Saiki lay down in a yawning position, sprawling to the side, like a cat that gave up halfway through its stretch.

On one side, he could see Kuroro's disheveled appearance on the sofa next to him when he looked up.

Kuroro went to great lengths and brought this trouble upon himself, ending up in his current predicament, because he thought the cat was some kind of creature that had stolen his superpowers, even though he acted on his own...

Oh dear, why should an ordinary person care about me? Even if the sky falls, I won't die.

Kuroro: So confident, even though he's already lost the ability to fight back... Wait, the one who just fought me was just in his normal state without any Nen ability?

Losing the ability to resist... The intensity of the battle just now... This cat body must have been transformed by a clone using its transformation ability, and then it swapped souls with Saiki. When souls are swapped, abilities are also transferred, meaning the cat is still an ordinary cat... Ordinary? It should be the same as during the siege battle. Even without its abilities, it can still exert enough power to push open the Zoldycks' door.

Perhaps due to his physical condition, Kuroro also felt that his brain was working a bit slowly, and he finally came to a conclusion after a long delay.

So what monsters have I been protecting these past few days? Turns out I didn't need to protect them at all? The Zoldycks' basic training intensity is a bit beyond my expectations.

Kusuo Saiki's inner thoughts slowly continued from where he left off: But anyway, thank you for thinking of me.

Kuroro snapped out of his reverie: "You're giving thanks?"

Does it sound obscure? I can understand, it's your fault for doing so many bad things.

Kuroro chuckled: "Don't be stereotypical. Our Phantom Troupe does charity work, and we've heard countless people thank us. I'm just surprised I've never heard you say thank you before. It's rare to see someone as proud as you say thank you."

The fact that the tour group was doing charity work was an even more shocking incident.

"I also have a purpose, just like when the ship docked back then, everyone's life would be in danger if I didn't keep an eye on you."

Mind your own business; those with superpowers will handle it themselves.

"The credibility is very low."

In return, I have a question.

A reward presented as a question? Kuroro closed his eyes. Saiki is no longer a Nen user, so he doesn't have much value anymore; he's not white-haired, so his family status is unknown, probably not as high as Illumi's.

What could it bring? Surprisingly, he did have an expectation: "Ask away."

You stole the knight's abilities, didn't you?

"Ah... this is borrowed." Automatic control can only be used by the holder of the ability, so Kuroro borrowed the Shalnark's ability. The biggest advantage of borrowing this ability is that it can break telepathy. All actions are carried out by a pre-set program and cannot be detected in advance. Although the purpose cannot be flexibly hidden like a human, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages overall.

Don't steal it, return it immediately.