Chapter 19

Killua spoke in a cold and icy tone that had the villains flinching. "Join us, and we can reach our goals, together." He let his killing intent go on for a few more seconds, and he could see the villains and Giran next to him shaking and breaking out in cold sweats.

He finally cut it off. Giran stared in wide eyes at Eel. What the hell was he doing?! Why is he so scary?! Man, this was not part of the plan, nothing near what I was expecting!

Killua studied the members of Stain's Followers. They all looked thoroughly stricken as he wanted them to look. All except one…

"Ooooh, that was scary! You're quite scary, aren't you?" A blond haired teen ran right up to Killua's face. Her yellow eyes focused their piercing gaze into his blue ones. "How strong…it'd be so cool if I could see your face behind that mask!" The girl began blushing with a big, open smile.

The silver haired teen she was fawning over pulled back away from the girl. Himiko Toga…what the hell?! She's a psycho! She's not even phased!

Several steps behind Toga, a hand lit up with blue fire. Giran started sweating nervously, seeing Dabi's face that had a very angry and dangerous glare. "Toga," he said in a very calm but demanding voice. Toga turned around with her lips curving down till they were flat but her mouth remained open. She eyed the fire and the look on Dabi's face. Toga smiled and turned around again to show Killua her smile before skipping away to where the rest of her group was standing but now recovered from the fierce killing intent. "Why would you do that?" Dabi asked Eel after Toga was out of the way.

Dabi took a cautious step forward but kept his dangerous glare. Giran, predicting this might become dangerous, put his hands up hastily and attempted to defuse the situation. "I'm sure Eel didn't mean to do that. He wouldn't want to start a fight with you." Dabi raised an eyebrow and gave the broker a look like Giran really expected him to believe that lame excuse when it was clear that Killua so intentionally tried to provoke the villains.

Killua turned to Giran and dipped his head a barely perceptible amount to signal that he has this under control. He then turned to Dabi and shrugged at the villain. "Wanted to gauge how you guys react. Clearly, you're all veteran villains. I'm impressed. I also wanted to show my power, to show you how scary the League can be."

Dabi narrowed his eyes. "The League is pretty small from what I know…and if the rumours were true about Stain joining with you…" The young man trailed off when Killua shook his head.

"That's not true, Stain wasn't with us. The media spread that rumour," Killua corrected. "We acted separately at Hosu City."

The fire in Dabi's hand disappeared. He stood up straight and eyed Killua and Giran. He closed his eyes and turned his head to see the other eight members. "What do you guys think?"

"He's scary and dangerous!" a villain in a black and grey bodysuit shouted out in an angry voice. "I quite like it!" he said in a much friendlier tone.

That's Twice, Killua remembered the villain who had some sort of split personality disorder due to his Quirk.

A really tall, muscular villain next to Twice laughed out. His laugh boomed and echoed across the underground room. He stopped and smirked, and nobody spoke out. "That was a good showing, kid…if you are a kid. I don't care about the League of Villains or any of that. I just want to beat people up, because that's the strength I have." He gave a dark and menacing glare that shook Giran, but Killua was unbothered. "I'm all for joining the League if it means I can be more well-known. If I'm more well-known, more heroes will come after me, so I get to fight more!"

Killua resisted the urge to roll his eyes. This guy's just a pile of muscle. Seems like he doesn't have much brain, but I guess his goal is power and fighting. Like Hisoka, now that I think about it. A bit like that first Spider Kurapika took out too…from what Kurapika described of him. I forgot his name…

A man with shoulder-length magenta hair holding a giant…something, from what Killua could tell, smirked. "Doesn't matter to me either. Whatever makes it easier to live life how I want."

I think that's Magne, Killua thought and darted his eyes at the rest of the villains.

Toga beamed at Magne. "Big Sis Magne understands so well!" she exclaimed which stopped Killua short of recalling who the rest of the members were.

'Big Sis Magne'? Is that a nickname, or…is Magne transgender or something? he wondered but did not voice his question.

The rest of the villains either agreed or were indifferent. They did not particularly care about being someone's underling, though Killua was curious how they would react to Shigaraki's leadership. Everything he said before releasing his killing intent was an elaborate story he had been told to tell.

Killua finished recalling the remaining members. He had seen them in the meeting Edgeshot had with the other heroes, and Giran had also introduced their pictures to him. Dabi, Toga, Magne, Spinner, Twice, Muscular, Mr. Compress, Mustard, and Moonfish, he listed them all out.

"Alright, then we can take you to Tomura Shigaraki, the leader of the League of Villains," Giran announced. Dabi nodded and cautiously took a step forward, still wary of Killua. He had to admit, Eel had scared him.

But not Toga. The blond girl happily ran up to Killua and started chattering. "I want to see your face! What's your real name? It's definitely not Eel, is it?" she started pestering the other teen with annoying questions Killua did not want to answer. He needed to keep his identity hidden from Giran and these people, at least for now.

The group of 11 headed outside the building where Kurogiri was still waiting. The League member was surprised they came out so quickly, and with their goal achieved from the looks of it. "I take it we are heading back to our base?" Kurogiri asked.

Killua nodded. "Could you open the warp?"

Kurogiri did just that. Giran stepped in first and beckoned the rest to come with him. Killua followed, and Toga and Twice entered without a second thought as well. The rest of the former members of Stain's Followers came along as well.

On the other side of the warp, they found themselves within a bar. Shigaraki, with his hands covering his face and clinging on to other parts of his body, was the lone person waiting for them. "Welcome, to the League of Villains hideout," Shigaraki greeted the nine newcomers. He turned to Killua and Giran. "I'm glad you could help." Giran smirked while Killua merely shrugged.

Task one has been accomplished, Killua thought back to what All For One assigned to him. His first task was to find new members, which he just did. They were the strongest new members he could find, although it was due to Giran's help.

"So you're the leader?" Dabi asked Shigaraki.

"That would be me," the villain answered.

"What's your purpose? Your ideals?" Dabi pressed forward right off the bat. He knew Killua explained it all, but he wanted to make sure from the leader himself. When Shigaraki took a bit to respond, Dabi stepped in to tell the villain with hands over his body a bit more about himself. "I follow Stain's ideals. I want to remove the fake heroes from this society. Altogether," he said while gesturing his hand and pointing at his group behind and beside him. "We have different ideals. But we do work together to help each other fulfill our ideals."

"Like me," Toga butted in. "I just want to make my life easier to live. This world makes it hard."

"My ideals, huh?" Shigaraki whispered. "I don't like All Might. He doesn't let us act how we want. He needs to die."

Dabi closed his eyes and nodded, but it was not a nod of full acceptance. Dabi had hesitated a bit on the nod. "Not sure if I agree with killing All Might. He's annoying, but he's one of the few true heroes I can see." He opened his eyes and glared at Shigaraki. "I want to carry out Stain's convictions. All it takes is one person with the power to do so. But you," Dabi spat and glared harder. "You have no motives if you just want to remove All Might. You just want to kill people you don't like? Like a brat trying to wave around power?"

Shigaraki growled, but he did not have something to say in response. He started scratching his neck. "Kurogiri, I'm not sure how much I like this decision now. This guy, he's rude." He raised a hand and pointed at Dabi.

"Perhaps you should be more patient and understand where they are coming from," Kurogiri gently suggested.

"I like our chances of achieving our goals together," Mr. Compress said in an optimistic tone. "But for that to happen, we should get along better," he said in a flatter tone more directly to Shigaraki.

"Fine. We will help each other reach our goals," Shigaraki stated in a tone that sounded like he did not want to. He turned away from Dabi and the rest to face the wall. He opened his mouth and began to say something before closing it and pausing for a moment. He realized he should say something else. He turned back to his new members, "Welcome to the League of Villains," he said reluctantly.

"Yeah! We're a part of the League of Villains!" Twice cheered out, and Toga giggled at his antics. "Wait, who are they?"

The new members of the League began filing out and exploring the bar to find a place to stay. Giran watched them go and turned his eyes to Kurogiri once he was satisfied. "Wire the money to my account. I hope you're satisfied with this outcome, and my services." Kurogiri nodded, and Giran greedily licked his lips in anticipation.

Once the new villains were out of sight, Giran tapped Killua's shoulder. "Come outside for a bit, I just want to have a few words with you."

Killua narrowed his eyes through his mask because he did not know why the broker wanted to talk to him. Shigaraki shook his head first though before the teen could say anything. "Wait outside first, Giran. I need to talk to Eel."

Giran scowled at Shigaraki, but Giran gestured to Killua again and pointed outside. He walked out of the bar, and the villain with hands attached around him stepped closer to Killua once he knew Giran was out. "I don't like these guys. Stain's Followers," Shigaraki clarified.

Killua rolled his eyes. "Is it because they pressure you into thinking?"

The villain glared at the teen from behind the hand covering his face. "Would you have any ideas on how I can…form my own motive?" Shigaraki's voice was almost kind, like he genuinely needed help and wanted Killua to be the one to help him.

The silver haired teen looked at him incredulously from behind his mask. "Are you serious? You want me to help you form your own thoughts? Sorry, but teaching children how to think for themselves isn't part of my deal here." He shook his head and was about to walk out to Giran when Kurogiri moved and blocked the exit. "Move," Killua ordered with narrowed eyes.

"Sorry, Eel, but I am afraid you must help Shigaraki with this," Kurogiri simply stated as if he must do this.

"Isn't that what you're here for? And his Teacher?" Killua scowled and then turned around to glare at the small TV near the ceiling where All For One usually spoke from. This time, however, there was no sound from the TV as All For One likely was not listening to this conversation.

"You will help me," Shigaraki stated matter-of-factly from behind Killua. The teen turned his body around fully to humour the villain. "I want you to help me." Shigaraki reached his right hand out towards Killua's face but slowly dropped it back down as if he decided otherwise from disintegrating the boy, recognizing that he had just asked Killua for help. "What can I do? Why was Stain so publicized by the media, but they barely gave my Nomu any attention at all in Hosu City?"

"They might not agree with Stain's actions, but they appreciate his motives," Killua guessed from the little he read and heard about the story. Apparently, Endeavor was in Hosu City at the time, which meant Gon may have been there too. His best friend had not texted him about anything, but Killua knew he would be fine – he might have done something stupid, but at least he was strong enough to get out it.

"How do I do that? Make my own motive? Is wanting to kill All Might not enough?!" Shigaraki growled and scratched his neck several times. He was in desperation to be acknowledged as a legitimate, villainous threat by the media and his underlings. If he could not do that, how could he be taken seriously as a villain?

That seems to be his response to his own anger, Killua thought, noting the scratching. "Okay, for one, killing All Might isn't something the public would be happy about. They love him, and he's a celebrity for all he's done. Taking him away would hurt them severely, so people would hate you for that," Killua explained like he was talking to a child and had to spell everything out. "Naturally, they might not want to talk about you if that's what you're known for."

"Shigaraki, just to add on to that," Kurogiri began, and Killua spun his head around to the warp villain who was still behind him, blocking the exit. "I would implore you to think about why it is you want to kill All Might," he probed. Killua turned around to face Shigaraki again and nodded.

"That's a good way to find your motive," Killua agreed.

"Why I want to kill All Might, huh?" Shigaraki repeated. He thought about it for a minute in silence while Killua and Kurogiri allowed him to gather his thoughts. He finally spoke up. "This country relies too much on All Might. It's a fragile society without him. I want to expose that frailty, to make people understand that he is singlehandedly holding this hero society up." He paused for dramatic effect and finished in a darker voice, "And then, in that time of weakness, I want to overthrow it."

And just like that, he turned into an actual villain, Killua thought in an impressed way. That's actually a cool thought I never knew he could think like this. Killua grinned slyly under his mask as Shigaraki stared at him expectantly for feedback on his updated motive. "I didn't know you were capable of thinking so deeply and making sense," Killua admitted and held back his laugh.

The villain growled but did not move, and Killua let his laugh out. "I don't like your amused tone," Shigaraki frowned that he was still not being taken seriously. "Tell me, is that what the media wants to hear? Will that get me, recognized?" Shigaraki asked and raised an eyebrow that Killua and Kurogiri could barely see was raised.

Killua shrugged. "Sounds good to me."

"Tsk," Shigaraki clicked his tongue. "This society is so weak. So stupid. I hate heroes and their hypocrite ways. They can fight for others and get called a hero, but if someone fights for personal gain, they get called a villain," he said in disdain.

And just like that, Killua could not help but…agree. He noticed the imperfections of this world and compared it to his own. At home, there really aren't heroes and villains. There are criminals, no doubt. But, at least in the Hunter community, we don't really care about criminals. Terorrist Hunters do exist, so I'm sure people view them as heroes of some sort when they catch a terrorist. But most of the time, we're indifferent. Bisky didn't care about that serial killer Gon and I trained with in Greed Island. Neither did I, and neither did Gon. We knew he was dangerous, but we didn't care. Fighting for others at home…does it make you admirable? Most people don't even fight for others. Our worlds are just so different. Nearly everybody acts for personal or family interest!

"Alright, go talk to Giran, or do whatever," Shigaraki dismissed Killua and unknowingly interrupted his thoughts. "And I guess, thanks, for your help."

Killua nodded after a few seconds of shocked delay. He did not expect Shigaraki to say thanks. Regardless, he headed out of the bar to see Giran. The man was smoking a cigarette. Killua fanned some of the puffs to the side. Chills made their way down his spine as he sensed someone was watching him, but he did not know who it was or where they were watching him from. He ignored it and figured he would notice if anything strange was about to happen. "What did you want to say?" he asked Giran, who seemed unaware of their watcher.

"Where did you get such a cold and dangerous killing intent from? You made me think I was gonna die, and then I'd get no money," Giran said between puffs. "And secondly, why did you use it against them? They're super dangerous!" He put his cigarette down at his side and let out a long puff.

Killua scrunched his nose in disgust at the smoke. "To answer your second question, I did it to maybe scare them or see their reaction in general," Killua answered simply. "Even if they attacked, we would've been fine…mostly, probably. We could get Kurogiri to get us out, and they would be in a bad spot as well if Dabi used his fire." He fanned more smoke to the side. He did not like the smell of it.

"And the first question?" Giran asked and looked down at Killua who was still wearing his mask.

"You live and learn from others," Killua answered. When Giran gave him a skeptical look, Killua rolled his eyes and gave an exasperated look from under his mask. "What? You really expect me to reveal my secrets? And stop smoking! You're going to kill yourself!"

Giran shook his head after taking his last puff and dropping the cigarette to the ground. He stepped on it as was standard. "I can't do that. It's a habit." His mouth twisted into a smirk. "Thanks for the business, by the way. Helping you made me a lot of money."

Killua snorted. "Whatever, you're welcome. Is the money all you care about?" Giran nodded wordlessly and began walking off to his destination, wherever that was. Killua sighed at his response, or lack thereof. What he does for money… "Later, old man!" Killua ignored his own thoughts and gave a friendly wave accompanied with a cat-like grin which Giran did not see because he was already in front of the teen.

Killua waited for a bit longer for Giran to be out of sight. His grin dropped, and he narrowed his eyes and glared at his surroundings while turning his head around in all directions. "Stop playing hide-and-seek and come out!" he barked. Whoever it was, they were good at stealth. However, he did not think it was Edgeshot this time.

A smiling blond haired girl he recognized jumped down from the roof of a convenience store across the street and walked towards him. Killua faced her with a glare. "Himiko Toga," he said in a calm voice. "What do you want?"

"Your killing intent is so strong. I like it!" she exclaimed in a gleeful voice. "Can you show me your face? You don't seem too old…"

That's the first time anyone's brought that up, Killua thought, wondering if he had let on that he was a kid at any point. I might not really sound like an adult, but…I don't know. Maybe it is my voice? Actually, even Muscular thought I might be a kid. "I'm not showing my face."

"Aw, I wanted to see you…" she pouted nonchalantly. With the subtle flick of her wrist, a knife was sent flying towards Killua's head. He saw it coming and ducked underneath, so the knife clanked behind him once it hit the ground.

"What was that for?" Killua asked with a raised eyebrow behind his mask.

"A test to see your skill. If you're as powerful as you made yourself seem with your bloodlust," she grinned at him, not bothered that he easily dodged her knife.

"Uh…yeah…alright." Killua was speechless. He did not know how to deal with this crazy girl. She didn't seem bothered at all by my killing intent. In fact, she liked it! Is she really that twisted? That kind of stuff is appealing to her, or is this some weird act? "Well, I guess I'll be on my way." He took a few steps to his right where he thought Edgeshot's building was…but then he remembered this was not his meeting spot with Giran. It was the League's hideout, in a different city than Tokyo.

"Eel, where are you going?! We're not done yet!" Toga yelled out with concern. "I still want to get to know you…"

Killua's eyebrow twitched for two reasons. One, he needed to get back to Edgeshot's place; he was out for way too long for something as simple as a run. And secondly, Toga would not shut up and let him be. He whipped his head around and glared at Toga. The girl blushed excitedly, and Killua's glare was replaced with confused instead of anger and annoyance. "You're really weird…even kinda creepy…" he admitted. He had seen a lot in his life. People were often scared of him, but Toga was one of a kind. She was disturbingly excited by his killing intent.

"I like to see people bleed," she said with a cheery expression that did not fit with her sentence. "The ideal guys for me are the ones who are bleeding!"

Killua scratched his head, unsure of what to say. He had never come across someone this…abnormal. "That's cool, I guess. That's not really a thought normal people have."

"It's normal for me," she insisted with a look that showed she had heard this before. "Other people might have a different normal." A grin appeared on her face again. "Show me your face? Or can I cut you up nicely?"

"No," Killua sighed with annoyance at the repetition here. He turned around and marched back towards the bar so that he could tell Kurogiri to send him back to a closer location in Tokyo, like near Edgeshot's building.

His muscles tensed up because he heard something flying through the air. Without caring what it was, though he suspected it was another knife from Toga or something of the sort, he dropped to the ground and lifted his eyes. The object sailed over where he was standing. If he had not ducked, he expected the knife to hit him in his back. He pushed back up and turned his head to glare at Toga. She had her arm outstretched, her hand positioned in the way Killua expected it to look after throwing a knife. And she kept a big and annoying smile on her face. "Was that to test me as well?"

The smile dropped from her face. Toga narrowed her eyes and said, "No, but I expected it to hit you. It would've cut you, and I would've got to see you bleed."

Killua facepalmed. This girl was ridiculous, and she needed help…or maybe something else. He shook his head without a word and slipped into the bar where Kurogiri was cleaning a glass behind the counter. "Kurogiri-"

"Oh, you are still here," he said in surprise. "I expected you to be long gone."

Killua rolled his eyes. "Toga's out there. She's crazy." Kurogiri peered at him oddly, wondering what had already happened so soon after she joined. "Anyways, can you send me to somewhere in Tokyo? This place is too far."

Kurogiri nodded. "Right." He activated his Quirk for a warp that would take Killua somewhere. The teen himself was not sure where he would be placed, but he figured a map on his phone would help him out. He stepped through the portal and found himself surrounded by tall buildings on the other end, though he seemed to be between them at the moment. The warp closed behind him.

Killua took his phone out and entered the address of Edgeshot's "agency". He ran over there in a few minutes and slipped in through his window to go to bed.


A few hours later, at approximately 7 AM, Edgeshot called the principal of U.A. High School. "Principal Nezu," Edgeshot greeted.

"Edgeshot, how are you?" Nezu asked, choosing to go with pleasantries instead of cutting to the point. He knew the hero would not call unless it was something urgent such as pertaining to Killua.

"I am doing well. And yourself?" Edgeshot responded, knowing Nezu would already have figured out what the purpose of this call was.

"Fine as well," Principal Nezu answered. Then he sighed, "We are still busy with upgrading our security after what happened early when the school year started," he continued, referring to the U.S.J. attack. "But we will get through it. For what honour am I receiving this call from you?"

"Well, it's about Killua Zoldyck," Edgeshot said, his lips pursing behind his mask right after he finished his sentence. Nezu unknowingly grimaced at Edgeshot's response far away in his house in Musutafu. His voice and expression which both seemed tired from the work involved with upgrading security turned serious upon hearing what Edgeshot said.

"What did he do, I wonder?" Nezu said and actually began thinking about it as well.

"He went for a 'run' very early in the morning," Edgeshot began and put emphasis on the word 'run' to signal that he did not think it was true or that it was actually not true. "It was almost 3 AM. I followed him to where he was going because of your warning when you first contacted me. I do not know if he knew I was behind him, but he made no signs of knowing he was being tailed. When he stopped, he was with that purple smoky mass from the League. I don't remember his name-"

"Ah yes, that would be Kurogiri," Nezu cut in to let Edgeshot know.

Edgeshot nodded and continued. "Right. Kurogiri. Along with Kurogiri was that wanted villain broker, Giran. He has been on the wanted list for some time now, but nobody has caught him yet."

"Why did you not interrupt them?" Nezu asked curiously. Edgeshot was certainly very strong, unless…

"You warned me to be careful around Killua," the hero reminded. "I don't really know why. He is strong for his age, but he has yet to awestruck me. We have done a couple exercises where he tries to catch me while I use my Quirk to avoid him, and he did manage to get me once. His speed is impressive, but he does not look to be too much to handle. It seems the problem he faces with me is the same as every villain: it is hard to hit me when I adjust my thinness."

"Right, I did warn you," Nezu said and ignored everything else Edgeshot said. He scratched his chin with his paw before speaking again. "Do not underestimate him, however. He could be holding back. We do not know that for sure, though. Continue tracking him if you feel it is safe, whenever you feel the need to do that. I do not know what he would be doing with both Kurogiri and Giran, though."

"It may be likely that Giran was working with the League for some needs the League has," Edgeshot theorized, his brain thinking as fast as Nezu's. "Giran is a known villain broker. He has connections. It is possible the League needed his help."

Nezu nodded on the other side of the call. "That is true. That could be it." He took a break and closed his eyes to think for a few moments. Edgeshot knew the principal was not yet done, so he waited a bit to let Nezu collect his thoughts. After 20 seconds, Nezu finally spoke. "I will let you do as you see fit. Perhaps you could go find out where Giran is and question him on this? He is a wanted villain, so arrest him for his crimes too if you do that."

"Yes I see, although, I do have an important task to take care of first before I go after the villain broker," Edgeshot responded, referring to the attack on Stain's Followers to arrest them.

Nezu nodded in understanding. He did not question what it was that Edgeshot had to do because it was not his business. He knew heroes often worked under confidential circumstances. "Well, thank you for the update. Good luck with your task, and goodbye, Edgeshot."

"Goodbye, Mr. Principal," Edgeshot said right back. He lowered the phone away from his ear and ended the call.

An hour later, Killua was up and eating breakfast while Edgeshot ate his as well. "Is that not too sugary for such an early morning meal?" Edgeshot asked and eyed the chocolate donut and buttery croissant Killua had ordered from the bakery two buildings down.

Killua savoured the taste in his second last bite of the donut. He closed his eyes and let the satisfaction settle in before answering, "Not at all. It's never too early for sweets. Or too late."

Edgeshot shrugged and let it pass, thinking the teen might one day take that back if fat began building up as he got older. But if this was how he always ate, there was no sign of fat that Edgeshot could see on the boy. "Anyways, I just wanted to inform you that we will be having a meeting here again tonight at about 9 PM," he said and got Killua's attention as he froze to listen when he was just about to take the last bite of his donut. "It is about our upcoming raid on Stain's Followers. All the heroes we reached out to have agreed to help, including Best Jeanist. We got permission to launch the raid as well, and we will decide when it is that we want to do it."

The silver haired teen nodded and chewed on his bite thoughtfully. He's not making any signs of knowing where I went at night. He doesn't know that I know, so I won't act like I know. He hasn't annoyed me, so that's a plus. He's a good hero, I just don't want him to get in my way.

"We can go for a patrol when you are done breakfast," Edgeshot suggested. Killua nodded once but nonetheless took his time to eat.


Shoto had returned from the hospital to Endeavor's Agency the next morning. His injuries were not as severe as the ones Iida and Midoriya suffered. Gon and Shoto were standing in front of Endeavor's desk while the hero sat in his chair with an unexpressive look that did not show how he felt about what happened two days ago.

"It's good to have you both back here," Endeavor began cautiously. He had been wondering about what Gon said for most of the day yesterday, and it even bothered him overnight. Still, he did not say anything about it to his son, and he did not ask Gon about it afterwards. He allowed the boy to do whatever he liked for the rest of the day after their conversation. "Overall, what both of you did was dangerous and out of your bounds. However," he paused for a moment and stared at them intensely. "They were good actions. Heroic actions, if you were both heroes."

"But you are not," he continued. "I don't really want to punish either of you for it, so I won't. If something had gone wrong, then maybe I would consider it." Endeavor turned his head to look at each of the two individually as he said their names, "But Gon, you have no injuries at all, and Shoto, you do, but they are not that severe."

"I would recommend not getting in trouble with the law again," Endeavor finished and bowed his head slightly. "That is all."

The two teens nodded, although Gon was a bit more hesitant about it. I wonder if Endeavor knows exactly what I meant yesterday? I didn't say it directly, that I'm from a different world. I said Whale Island isn't in this world. It's pretty obvious though,Gon told himself with a look of defeat. He did not think Endeavor was dumb. The man must have figured it out by now.

Endeavor raised his head with another unexpressive look. Neither Gon nor Shoto could see anger, annoyance, or happiness in his eyes or face. "Shoto, are your injuries healed well?" Shoto nodded silently. Endeavor stood up from his chair and towered over his interns. "Both of you are strong for your age. I'm no teacher, but I think U.A. will teach you well on how to become stronger. What you need is experience, so let's go for a patrol. And this time, do exactly as I say," he finished in a more scolding tone.


When I got the idea for this story, I was really writing it to compare and contrast between the MHA and HxH worlds. I think it's cool, especially when considering it from the viewpoint of generally morally ambiguous people like Gon and Killua because that's just how their world is. And it's from my interpretation, so you can feel free to agree or disagree with any of the points the characters bring up or their way of thinking.

But thanks for reading, I hope you all liked it! Slightly shorter chapter than I wanted, but oh well. I covered everything I wanted to cover. Thank you all for the support again, it really means a lot!