Chapter 26: The x Unsung x Hero

Back in Saherta, progress was being made at the Cayenne Excavation Site. Even though discoveries were being made at an accelerative pace, there were few to be celebrated over.

Gon leaned forward in his chair and stared at his computer screen, adamantly. He was examining a new, updated file of certain Cayenne translations sent to him by paleograph hunters.

He blinked a few times and squinted at the screen. He huffed, and opened the top drawer of his desk and took out a pair of rimless glasses. Ah! Much better! The images sharpened on the screen.

Gon and the other researchers noticed a series of repeated runes throughout various locations in the site, that ranged from the inner to outer regions. There are three different regions that make up the Cayenne Ruins, that mainly distinguished and separated the different classes among the ancient citizens.

The first region was the capital. It was once full of bountiful harvests that never ceased to occupy every corner of dining tables and ceremonial alters, unimaginable luxuries of precious gems and metals that adorned the beautiful faces of maidens and men, and societies of fervent knowledge seekers dedicated to preserving the spoken word and keeping it alive and well. This paradise was named Ettikaul, home to the elitists, educated, oracles, visionaries, and skilled nen warriors that fought for their right at the hand of such luxuries.

The second region was home to the artisans, skilled in their craft of weaving immaculate sculptures and vases and tapestries and architecture. It was an honor to become an artisan and apprentice under a master; there were rigorous trials and tests to prove one's worth and talent to even be considered as an apprentice alone. These personnel were craved desperately and constantly commissioned by the capital's affluent citizens. It was also the home of merchants who charted across faraway and neighboring lands for the pursuit of silks, spices, and exotic artifacts, both animate and inanimate. Personnel's who exceled at the art of commerce and trade, whose hearts did not lie in their chests, but in their pockets, that always jingled with a plentiful horde of coins. This world of full of whimsical craftsmen and cunning thieves was named Aittikaul.

The third and final region, made up the majority of the Cayenne Ruins. The home of the laborers and field workers and slaves that supplied all the lands with wheat, wine, and succulent fruits and vegetables, with very few to spare for themselves. This land, where many were born and died in the earth they sowed and reaped throughout their entire lives. This barren land was only discovered, not from its monuments and architecture which were scarce, but from plots of land doused with aura and repeated runes that marked the graves of the dead. This land was named Outtikaul. Also known as the land of the meek, of those who reaped the land with their flesh and bones and blood. In which they were told repeatedly that they would be rewarded for their services by the Great Empress Caye in the afterlife.

Gon took a solid breath into his lungs.

"Make waaaaaaaaay," shouted Gen, holding a tray of a delectable looking sandwich with a glass of milk, with its contents plopping up and down in the glass as he staggered towards his daddy. "I made you lunch all by myself! But mommy had to cut it in half though, but that doesn't count."

"What has gumdrop prepared for me?"

"A special sandwich!" Gen said, then happily sang the verse, 'I'm a gumdrop' for several long refrains. Which was also Gen's nickname, gumdrop.

Gon smiled and turned away from his computer, "You came just in the nick of time. I'm starving. How about, we each take a bite together?" He handed Gen a slice of the sandwich, which looked like it was composed mainly of peanut butter and jelly, and some chunky stuff too.

Gen happily took his masterpiece, ready to experience its magnificent taste, while happily humming his gumdrop song.

"One, two, three!" They both bit into their respective slice of the handmade sandwich made by the little chef. Suddenly, Gon's chewing began to slow and his facial expressions began to change, from a pleasant to a vaguely suspicious look.

"Do you like it?" Gen asked with sparkling eyes that oozed for juicy praise.

Gon nodded enthusiastically, for his mouth was too sticky and wouldn't allow him to speak. Finally, he chugged down his glass of milk and was free to form words, "Delicious! But, what did you put in it?"

Gen counted his fingers, "Um, bread, peanut butter, sugar, a squished-up chocolate peppermint patty, maple syrup," he moved to his other hand needing more fingers, "skittles, vanilla, marmalade, and two banana slices."

Gon felt the sugar pumping throughout his blood stream, he wasn't used to the rush unlike Killua, "Ah, that's very good because I needed my daily dose of fruit today." He ate the rest of his sandwich, which made Gen very very very happy! Gen also forgot to mention to mention two very important ingredients! A teaspoon of love and a cup of adorableness.

Gen finished his sandwich and climbed onto Gon's lap. He pointed to the screen and traced his fingers over the scraggly and funny looking letters. Static from the computer screen tickled his skin. He giggled, "What's that?"

Sparkles emitted from Gon's eyes, happily. Finally! His son was interested in his line of work for once! This was the chance to explain and teach Gen the wonderful art and joy of ancient languages with secret ciphers and codes and riddles. He spoke with enthusiasm and confidence about how curvatures and dots in a symbol represented vowels, while sharp angles and horizontal lines represented consonants. Gon began to speak about the very serious debate currently going on between researchers whether or not the Cayennes had a capital and lower case letter system when constructing sentences, and if the Cayennes were one the first civilizations to utilize commas to separate ideas and thoughts in a single sentence. It was truly a great and fearsome argument among paleograph and archeological hunters. Gon continued to speak until he heard the sound of a loud snore.

Drool caressed the side of Gen's mouth, until he was finally woken up by the sound of his own snore, "I got somewhere to be! Bye daddy!" Gen hurried out of the room with his arms outstretched like the wings of an airplane, he left before his daddy had any more boring things to say.

"Oh, okay." Gon said, sadly. He resumed examining the translation notes again, only to feel a tightening force around his heart. (No, he was not experiencing a heart attack from the excessive amount of sugar he just consumed in one serving. This was far more serious.)

These specific runes, aura that was crafted and weaved and etched by Cayenne hands, were a unifying factor throughout all three regions. They could no longer go unnoticed by the researchers and hunters.

If the translation in front of him was accurate. If the words in front of him resonated with truth, with meaning, with warning.

If these events truly did transpire and begin to take form, then the mysterious demise of the Cayenne Civilization, that was slowly beginning to unravel, was a blessing to mankind's already blood tainted history.

It was a crooked empire, not that it was the only one in history. More significantly, it documented history's first record of nen users, mainly skilled manipulators with its roots cemented deeply in the city of Ettikaul.

Ettikaul became known as the ensnarled city drowned in eternal vain and greed, which gorged the power hungry and trapped an elite group of people, known as Cayenne's Children.

All throughout the empire, these elitists were known by many names other than the one's received at birth. They were commonly known by three.

The Blessed.

The Sacred.

And the Cursed.


Diamond City's wild life preservation was the only source of land within the city's parameter that has pure, clean air. The preservation contained various ecosystems, including the salty marsh and estuary that stretched out in the ocean. Where marine life creatures come and go during the changing seasons.

But one creature came and did not leave, and it was determined to stay unless it was personally escorted out. That's where the hunters come in.

The engine of Killua's motorcycle roared as he drove on a beaten path through the wilderness.

"Elodea, focus your hearing. Can you give me the creatures origin?" Killua said, leaning forward against his motorcycle. Elodea closed his eyes and heard the world around him. "Well?"

"Just give me a second." Elodea said, slightly annoyed. After everything's that's happened, the last thing he wanted to do was go on another stupid mission with his father. They were tracking down a creature, that's already slaughtered and maimed citizens of Diamond City. Apparently, it was a special nen beast called a chimera ant. There was no time to rest when the chairman Cheadle Yorkshire, an intimidating woman, commanded all hunters for the successful capture and quarantine of the chimera ant that has a threat level of B or possibly higher.

Killua tapped his earpiece and spoke into the microphone attached to the collar of his shirt, "This is squadron leader Coal, heading east of Diamond City's wild life preservation."

Static consumed his hearing, with a faint noise in the background. Someone was trying to talk back, but the connection was failing, miserably.

"I repeat, this is squadron leader Coal. Report on your condition." Killua said firmly, as they abruptly drove over a sand dune. Elodea almost flew out of his sit and landed himself in a sand pit.

Elodea whined, "Would it kill you to drive smoothly for once."

"What?" Killua said as the motorcycle swerved minimally, but it was never to be known if the gesture was accidental or not.

"Hey!"

"Oh, I'm sorry that this ride isn't suitable enough for you. Would you also like to have a heated seat?"

"Now that you mention it, it is kind of cold."

"If I hear another complaint from you, so help me, I will turn this motorcycle around and send you straight back home."

"Then get ready because I have a lengthy list of them." Elodea said, deadpanned. Suddenly, the aura became audibly clear, and he began to shake. "Dad."

"We've been over this a thousand time. No, I am not installing a snack bar in the back seat. Yes, it is a great idea, but crumbs will get everywhere and it's a hassle to clean up."

Elodea gulped, "I hear its aura. Maybe we should pull back now and call for reinforcements."

"Elo," said Killua, "we are the reinforcements."

"Oh my god we're screwed."

"Hush," a sound was coming through Killua's ear piece. "This is squadron leader Coal have you encountered the-

Killua only heard screams and cries permeate through his ears. Then he heard the sound of devious laughter cut through its victim's cries. Finally, there was only silence.

"Dad!" Elodea shouted. He heard a faint sound of aura, that was slowly withering away. "Someone's injured and it's one of the hunters assigned to this case."

Killua reared his motorcycle to the side. They both found Aryel Grey, a beast hunter, crawling on the ground with a trail of blood behind her. She held onto her abdomen, tight.

Killua picked her up in his arms and laid her on a bed of grass, examining her wounds. He saw a single tooth protruding from her abdomen, as he went to remove it, she quickly grasped his wrist, and breathed erratically.

"It took down my entire squadron mercilessly." She rasped, "if you know what's good for you, take your kid and leave before it's too late."

"First my son and now you, undermining my capabilities." Killua shook his head, displeasingly.

"I've seen what that thing can do."

"But you don't know what I can do."

"You don't stand a chance. Neither of you do."

Killua pulled out the bloody tooth, and the hunter groaned in pain. Killua tilted his head to the side, and ran his finger along its smooth cutting edge. The tooth was curved backwards, and Killua realized the dangers of a beast with a jaw lined with these backwards blades. One bite onto its prey is enough to trap them. These specific type of teeth make it difficult for them to escape without tearing away their flesh in the process.

Killua handed Elodea a first aid kit and a wireless comminutor, "contact a medic while you watch over and tend to her wounds. I'll be going alone."

"But we're in this together. We always are. I'm coming with you."

"Not this time Elo."

"I can confirm what she said, after hearing that things aura. It's terrifying and undeniably strong. You won't be able to defeat it all by yourself."

"I won't be needing to defeat it, I just have to capture it." Killua secured his holster around his waist, carrying tranquilizer darts that can even bring down fully grown rhinos and even humpback whales. Suddenly, Killua sensed a vile lust for death and mayhem reek through the air, he commanded Elodea, "Mask your aura. I don't want that thing picking up on your presence."

Elodea did as Killua said. He never lost faith in his father's strength, but he was concerned and worried after hearing the wickedness that rang throughout this creature's aura. A vile melody that slithered through the branches and vines. Within a nano second, Elodea saw a blue halo surround his father's body. Blue, purple and white sparks emitted from Killua and pierced the air around him. It was a fearsome ability, known as Godspeed.

"Dad, please let me help you. I don't want you going alone." Elodea said, "Take me with you. I'm not the burden you think I am."

Killua turned around and placed a hand on Elodea's head. The touch tingled and felt prickly, but it was gentle and kind. "You are stronger than you realize, never forget that. But if you are not here, no one will look after her. Hunters do more than just fight, throw huge punches, and drive around on cool motorcycles. We don't fight for glory or fame, well some do though, but that's not how to live one's life," Killua laughed, "We protect. We protect the defenseless, and those who need help, but are too afraid or don't know how to ask for it, sometimes always from the shadows."

"But not everyone we help thanks us for it."

"You're right, there are many times where our good deeds go unnoticed. We are the unsung, thankless heroes that march straight into battle only to be met with silence in return."

"Then why do you help people if they are oblivious to all your sacrifices and hard work?"

"Because," said Killua, "If my hard work means creating a safer world for you to live in then that's all the thanks I ever need." Killua created an electric barrier around Elodea and the unconscious hunter.

Elodea, surrounded by a shroud of blue and white, looked up and remembered for a moment of everything he's ever wanted to be and that hero was standing right in front of him, "Thank you."

"And Elodea," said Killua, "I've met many burdens in my life and you are not one of them." He moved with an incredible speed that a white silhouette followed behind him. The unsung hero marched triumphantly into battle.

"Good luck."

Elodea constantly kept the comminutor on and spoke to other hunters that would shortly arrive to assist him. Meanwhile, he bandaged Aryel's wounds and added compression to slow the flow of blood leaving her body, just as Leorio taught him. Suddenly, Aryel groaned and awoke from her short slumber.

Elodea spoke, "Medical hunters are on their way right now. You're safe, nothing will hurt you now."

"Where did that other hunter go?"

"To capture the nen beast. Don't worry, he'll be back soon."

"Did you say goodbye?"

Elodea stalled, "No, why would I?"

"Because that was the last time you'd ever see your old man."

An artery popped in Elodea's head. He said, bitterly, "You're obviously fine, since you have enough energy to talk nonsense."

"I'm only telling the truth, kid. Don't look at me, just because I made it out alive. That's all I did. I just made it out alive. I'm counting my blessings that more damaged wasn't done unto me. After this failed mission, I'm retiring in the countryside."

"Coal is stronger than an entire fleet of hunters. He can handle a chimera ant and take it down."

She scoffed, "have you ever seen one? Up close?"

"I've seen and battled many nen beasts, but this is my first experience with a chimera ant. They can't be that different."

"Clueless," she said under her breathe. "It isn't like the others you've encountered. But you said something about its aura. You said it was terrifying."

Elodea persisted, strongly. "Yeah, but my dad has defeated a lot of terrifying things in this world," Elodea said, with determination encased in his eyes. "He doesn't run away from one terrifying thing that seems a little scarier than the others."

"Kid," said Aryel, "trust your instincts. They are not sugarcoated with lies for a reason."

Elodea fumbled with a pack of bandages, as he tried to silence and ignore the horrible aura spiraling in his ears. He locked his gaze on the empty and clear grove in front of him, waiting to see the figure of his father return to him once more.

He waited for the moment of his father trotting back up the grove, smiling and suggesting take out dinner to celebrate a successful mission.

Elodea did as Killua said, and waited.


Long ago, chimera ants served under a powerful queen who gave birth to numerous monsters and a ruthless king that sneered and uprooted life and caused chaos within a humble land known as NGL. But their plunder and rampage soon began to dwindle when they were eradicated one by one by professional hunters.

Alligator, was one of the first human-esque chimera ants to be born in his colony and was a former squadron leader that served under the Queen.

He picked a chunk of meat out of his teeth with his claws, sluggishly.

When the Queen died, he decided along with the other ants to part ways and live their lives how they pleased. Since then, he's traveled to and from the deepest trenches of the oceans to exotic lands and gorged himself on exotic delicacies that walked the ground with all fours or ran only on two. But now, he was a lazy bum was no purpose in life other than indulging himself in monotonous gluttony. He was known as the Glutton King, but he was the only one that knew and used that supposedly pristine title. Well, he did come up with the name himself, not too shabby for a bipedal alligator with a purple mohawk with the size of a pea for a brain.

He stretched his scaly limbs and belched. Suffering from a massive food coma. He was full on these humans; monsters that destroyed his kin and killed his Queen. He took a fragment of one of their bones and gnawed on it lazily. Pieces of cartilage broke off into his jaw. He continued grinding them until they were dust.

Suddenly, Alligator noticed a strong presence of aura approach him. It was usually the humans that wield nen that taste the best, but he was too full and didn't feel like moving from his comfortable, cozy spot. It was probably just another weak hunter like the ones that came before it. Maybe, he could work off his sluggishness with this one.

A crackling blue figure emerged from the darkness.

Alligator spoke, "Are you one of those hunters that's meant to capture me?"

"Are you the monster who slaughtered my comrades?" Killua retorted.

Alligator looked behind him, to see if such a monster existed. There was none, there was only himself and the remains of his dinner. "Hm, your kind killed mine. So that makes us even." He yawned, lazily.

"The ratio of yours to mine is anything, but even." Killua held out the palm of his hand, into a tight fist. Light was slowly emitting from his grip, getting brighter and brighter.

Alligator leaned forward, intrigued. "You're not like the other hunters. You might be worth the effort. I guess I can work up an appetite fighting you." His stomach growled and his jaw salivated at the sight in front of him.

Killua spoke, coldly. "Enough talking. Tonight, you die." And then he opened the palm of his hand, unleashing a fiery rage of wrath. Sparks burst out from Killua's hand, erratically flying throughout the air. The hunter was setting his stage for battle, cornering his prey into a deadly trap.

This technique was similar to pixie, in whichsparks penetrate his victim's chest cavity and impair the beating of the heart. But instead, these little pixies ceased their random motion and spread apart from each other, moving slowly in an orbital around Alligator. In the dead black of night, they looked like stars shining brilliantly in the galaxy.

Alligator became curious of the little, blue sparks and attempted to touch one. His clawed hand met one and a violent explosion ensued, blistering pain, and a horrible roar of a cry escaped his foul jaw. The skin of his hand scalded, sizzling. The explosion set off a chain reaction. One by one, each pixie detonated on the other with Alligator caught in it all.

Killua opened his palm again and more sparks shot out from his unleased grip. "There're more where that came from, don't worry I'm not going cheap on you."

Alligator sneered, "I underestimated you, hunter. You're special. I look forward hearing the sound of your bones crushing between my teeth and using them as toothpicks to pluck out the remnants of your comrades stuck in my gums."

"You're too kind, but enough with flattery." Killua sprint into action, again leaving behind a white silhouette of his figure behind him. Engaging in hand to hand combat. The beast was slow and wasn't able to deflect Killua's advances.

The nen beast was caught by surprise. Killua jammed his lighting doused hand within its ribcage.

Killua's eyes widened, he did not hear shattered bones or burnt flesh, but the sound of the beast snickering, deviously. The scales surrounding all its vital organs protected it from such dangerous attacks. Suddenly, it rapidly swerved and slammed its tail against Killua. A loud thud was heard throughout the entire wild life preservation. Birds flew away from the impact that swept through the air.

The slam sent Killua flying backwards, breaking and tearing past trees with splintering bark hailing from the sky. Alligator looked around him and saw the first batch of pixies disappearing and realized that they have a limited time on the battle field.

Killua stood back up, slowly. Alligator was about to charge until it felt something annoying attached to his tail. He turned around a saw a glass vial full of the tranquilizing serum, half of its contents already emptied into the beast. Alligator became distressed, and crushed it while Killua smirked.

Alligator then spotted a blue, crackling spark that wouldn't come off his scaly skin. It was located just above his collar bone. He tried to wipe it off, only to become increasingly aggravated when it didn't.

Killua's eyes locked onto the mark, while he uncapped another vial from his holster, "That is where the next one is going."


Elodea heard a cry from his father's aura. He was under attack. There was no doubt about that.

He left Aryel when medical hunters arrived, providing her emergency care. Elodea made up his mind, that he will help his father from the sidelines. He was already beginning to develop his own unique nen ability. Unstable and cursed as it may be.

Finally, he will fight alongside his father against a powerful opponent and save him from meeting the same fate as Aryel.

Elodea masked his aura perfectly and hid amongst the shrubbery, and finally for the first time in his life, he saw a chimera ant.

And was terrified.

Across the battle field, he saw Killua with Godspeed still in effect. Elodea lifted his hand forward and used gyo. He saw the condensed flow of aura escape from the chimera ant. It knew how to wield nen and therefore, kept its nodes closed. Except for the few slithers that permeated through its scaly skin and into the air.

Elodea gulped, and moved his hand into a circular motion like the phantom nen beast created from the Dark Sonata, now destroyed. But just like the bathroom incident, the rhythm of the aura did not match his movements. It would not weave and vibrate into threads like before.

His fingers tapped against the dirt ground as he tried to understand the rhythm of the ant. Sweat trickled down from his brow. The beat had a fast than slow tempo and reminded Elodea of compound time signatures when playing the piano. He continued to tap the ground and mouth the rhythm, "one a and e, two a and e, three a and e, four a and e…"

It matched! Sort of… He could tell that it was a 6/4-time signature, which has two subdivision conducting patterns, also known as the candelabra and the sideways pattern. These two patterns were extremely significant considering they are comprised of the primary derivatives in every time signature.

Elodea utilized the candelabra pattern, and continued to mouth the rhythm. He licked his dry lips, quickly, "one a and e, two a and e, three a and e, four a and e, five a and e," again and again he continued to move his hand in a uniform pattern.

His eyes lit up! The ant's aura was weaving into threads!

His eyes dimmed when the threads receded back towards its host. Elodea's grasp was weak and the distance between him and his target was hindering him from attaining complete control.

A drop of sweat trickled down his cheek.

He had to move closer.


Killua uncapped the vile with a single needle glistening underneath the synthetic light.

He charged once again at the nen beast, his eye on the crackling mark that he planted from before. Fist landed against fist in a fiery rage. Powerful bursts of nen erupted from the both of them, trying to subdue the other.

Killua began to be pushed backwards, his legs beginning to stagger. With a final push and a trip, Alligator opened his jaws wide, ready to splice open Killua's head. Killua held open its mouth with his hands, blood dripped down his wrists and arms.

"Ugh, your breath reeks," Killua said, "and is that tooth decay? I can smell it from here."

"I did eat junk food before you arrived."

A handful of teeth ripped out from Alligators jaw, it roared in agony. "You would really look good as a pair of boots."

Alligator recoiled backwards and sneered, "You filthy human!"

"Or as a belt, but I'm not too keen on fashion."

The chimera ant roared and its eyes intensified along with its fury, its claws quickly spliced through the air, aiming at Killua's neck. Tt slammed against Killua's head.

Killua's vision became blurry and the world pulsated around him. He was caught off guard, and would have been a goner, if not for one thing.

Alligator's body froze paralyzed in place. Its clutched fists shook with aggravation. Rage slowly building up inside of him. "What have you done to me?"

At first, Killua didn't understand what it meant, but then realization sunk into his skull. His eyes widened, gravely and his heart pounded against his chest, vigorously.

Alligator turned his attention away from Coal, and slammed his tail against the hunter when he was caught off guard.

"I see you." Alligator said in a deep, gruff voice. His icy glare sharpened as he finally realized the presence of the little nen user manipulating his aura behind him.

Elodea was briefly able to help Killua from becoming animal chow. But aura manipulation took a great deal out of him, and he wasn't able to mask his aura at the same time. Therefore, leaving his presence open to everyone around him including the blood thirsty chimera ant.

Elodea dropped unto his knees, exhausted.

Alligator quickly confronted and swiped his tail against the young boy, tossing him into the air. The force sent the boy free falling towards the cage of a thousand cutting blades.

For the first time in battle, Elodea's mind went blank.

Before he knew it, he was pushed to the ground and rolled through rocky gravel. He was safe with all his limbs in tack or so he thought.

He did not hear aura of the chimera ant, or the aura of the wild life around him or even his own. The world would have been silent if not for the exemption of one new sound resonating throughout his ears. One he would never forget.

Elodea's lips quivered as he heard the screams of his father, of his flesh being torn from his own body as the chimera ant rapidly flung and twisted its own head to paralyze and break his prey's bones.

A row of teeth punctured both of Killua thighs, while the other set pierced his abdomen. But Killua still had enough fight left in him. He thrusted his thumb into the ant's eye socket sending a scourge of electricity throughout its body. Blinding the beast.

Alligator roared a trembling roar and spat out his prey. Finally, the mangled body collided fiercely against the ground. Debris dispersed into the air from the impact.

Elodea's eyes widened as he hunkered over Killua. One touch of his cold skin made Elodea shiver, as he held his father's hand within his own, "Dad! Dad! Open your eyes! Speak to me! Please!"

Tears trickled down Elodea's cheeks a Killua's aura began to diminish, quickly and quietly. "Don't leave me!"

The hunter's blood dripped down Alligator's grotesque face and into his mouth. He licked the remnants away revealing rows and stacks of razor edged teeth with a renewed appetite. His eyes rolled back as he relished the taste of fallen prey. He laughed, maniacally. "I smell the stench of a dead man."


Thanks for reading!

The only way to find out Killua's fate is to stick around for the next chapter MUAHAHAHAHHAHA

Anyway! Guys, remember the chimera ant, Alligator in the anime? Okay, so the last time we see him, he is swimming off in the ocean. But what actually happens to him!? I don't know if he is going to make an appearance in the dark continent arc later on, I dare not question the great togashi, but who even knows XD AND this is just something to think about, The Cayennes and the fall of their civilization (what the shiz happened to them!? if you are wondering) Elodea's nen ability, and the sight of Gen's sandwich which is already giving me heart palpitations XD

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