Hi guys, sorry I couldn't upload this yesterday, I was pretty busy. I had some tests today that I had to prepare for, so yeah. Anyway, thank you to all of you that favored and followed this fanfic, and thank you to those of you that are just reading this to read it that are most likely not going to favorite and follow. You know who you are. Anyway, let's get right to the action!


I walked several steps behind my sister, Gon, and Killua, with my hands in my pocket and my hood pulled up, to help obscure my view of my surroundings. But it didn't help much; I could still see other people at my sides, walking the same direction as me, or the opposite. I slowly closed my eyes and then opened them back up. I didn't like this. I don't like being near all these other people, why did I even suggest in coming here? Well, whatever. It doesn't matter anymore.

In a few minutes, we came to stop at a door. At first, I questioned why we stopped, but then I realized, that this is the door we were told to wait in, which means...

Gon pushed open the door, revealing a gigantic room with loud, cheering fans and several rings down below. For a momeny, I stood there shocked, too scared to go in. I did not want to go into a room with this many people ever again! Though, we won't be clumped up together and I'll have room to breathe, but even so...

Kyereum gripped my hand, tightening her grip on it. I looked down at her and she flashed me as calming smile. I smiled in return and we went in together. After finding out seats, next to Gon and Killua, Kyereum whispered to me. "You're number is 2058, okay? I'm 2059, if you wanted to know."

"Okay." I whispered back. A few minutes later, and Gon was called in to fight some big, fat guy. When the match started, the big guy threw a punch, but Gon easily dodged and gave him a... push? Suddenly, as if that push was a bazooka, the fat guy flew away, crashing into the wall, I could hardly believe it! But I could. Because of what happened to the two of us, I can now believe that a twelve year old can do things like that. Yeah. I must be crazy...

After that, it was Killua's turn... and he easily took down his opponent with a crazy fast chop to the neck! What is up with these kids? But, well, then again, we are also pretty powerful. I looked at Kyreum from the side of my eye. I could barely follow that chop, but I caught most of it. How much did she see...? Seeing a smile on her face, I concluded that she saw the entire thing. I'm surrounded by monsters, aren't I?

Then... it was my turn.

"#2058. #1105. Please report to ring C. #2058. #1105. Please reportto ring C."

"Good luck brother!" Kyereum called after me as I slowly descended the stairs, nervously. I quickly looked around the rings. Which one was ring C?

"Oh, there it is!" I said and quickly ran to the ring I was fighting in. I stopped a few yards from my oppenent, a bald guy wearing blue robes and a long black beard. He was probably a martial artist. Wonder what in? My thoughts were disrupted when the gong sounded and the fight began.

The monk ran at me, with his right arm raised to eye level and his left arm lowered to his waist. They were bent at the elbow and his left hand was clenched while his right wasn't. He looked to be pretty strong, but he was not as strong as me, that's for sure. When he made it to me, instead of going into a punch or grab, he spun around and kicked at my head. I ducked under the kick, but then he brought his leg down, trying to hit the top of my head. However, I quickly jumped out of the way. Using my speed, I ran behind him at speeds faster than he could see and, jumping into the air with a backflip, I delivered a spinning heeldrop kick to the back of his head, knocking him down into the ring and creating a crator. Without even needing to check the monk to see if he was concious or not, the referee said I won and that I could advance to the 50th floor. I smiled and waved over at my sister, who waved back. I noticed that Killua and Gon were still there. I wonder what they thought about my fight?

When I made it to where they were, before any of us said anything, Kyereum was called in to fight. She happily jumped up and down several times and smiled a warm smile. "This is gonna be fun! Wish me luck~!" She said, then jumped past us to the stairs and ran down.

When she was at the ring, she looked at her opponent full-heartedly: He was a pretty big, muscled man, with brown skin and a bald head. He was wearing boxing clothes, and he even had on white tape on his fists. He was practicing jabs, obviously ready to fight. But when he saw who his opponent was, he made the worst mistake of his life: Laughing at her.

"Hahaha! A little girl, against moe? This will be shorter than the battle of Little BigJohn, where John, who was a big, fat, short guy, fought against someone three times his height, but he easily took him down! It will be the same, only difference, is that the big guy will win, yes." I could hear Kyereum sigh from where I was sitting. I stood up and looked down at Kyereum, who noticed the movement and looked towards me. I held up one finger and she nodded.

"FIGHT!" The referee called. The second he said that, the boxer threw down a hard one-two, but before the first punch was half-way down to Kyereum, she instantly disappeared. The boxer only noticed her disappearance, when he felt someone's hand grab his shoulder. He turned his head and saw a smiling Kyereum, who, only smiled wider when he saw her. Kyereum then squeezed his shoulder even harder, and then moved the joint, dislocating his arm. After that, the boxer acted as if he never experienced pain before in his life, and he fell to the floor screaming in pain. The referee called the match and moved Kyereum to floor 50 with the three of us.


Kyereum's View During The Match

Brother held up one finger. One finger! We talked about this before we got here; that he would put out a finger for as many bones as I was allowed to break. One finger is one bone, two is two, and so on. Of course, he never said anything about which bone. So, I could break whichever one I want. I could dislocate, snap into two, or just completely break the bone, shattering it beyond repair. But of course I wouldn't do that. Only if they disrespected brother.

But in any case, all I had to do, was to break this guys... how about... The boxer threw down two punches, in a boxing pattern that was usually called, the one-two: Punching with one arm, then immediately the next. I dodged the first attack by jumping over him, even before his fist was half-way to me. I needed time to think. What would be the worst bone to break to a boxer? Oh, I know! An arm! I shall dislocate his left shoulder! Left, because he punches harder with it! I can tell; he's a leftie! I grabbed his shoulder and started to dislocate it.


Hello! Or, should I saw good bye? Anyway, thank you for reading, please favorite and/or follow if you enjoyed, I am deeply sorry that this chapter was a day late. I was really busy yesterday. Please leave a review on your thoughts so far, Bye guys.