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"Congratulations on your escape from the Trick Tower. Now, you only need to take the Fourth and the Final Phases."
Lippo, the Third Phase examiner had decided to reveal his presence and Sora squinted her eyes at the amazing purple mohawk. Examiners did love dressing up flashily.
"The Fourth Phase will be held in Zevil Island over there. Please cooperate."
He then proceeded to snap his fingers and another examiner—probably she's not sure— came up by pushing a trolley with a box on top of it.
"For the next phase, we will need you to draw lots."
A few questions lingered in the air, asking for the reasons.
"It's to decide who will hunt and who will be hunted," Lippo said, his glasses glinting under the harsh sunlight before gesturing to the box. "There are 25 number cards in the box. In other words, these numbers represent all the current candidates."
"But there are an odd number of people, wouldn't there be someone who didn't get any card?" Someone asked from among the crowds and Sora thought that it was a good point to be made.
Lippo smirked.
Sora suddenly got a very bad feeling about this.
"Which is why there will be additional rules later. Now, I need you to come here and draw your number cards in the order you escape from the tower," the examiner continued. "Now the first place, please."
Hisoka stepped out and she couldn't even be surprised anymore.
"Wow, you're actually not sleeping this time," Killua said from her side, "I'm impressed."
Actually she was wondering about the exact same question currently plaguing the white haired boy's mind. Maybe those forty hours of sleep was really enough to recharge her energy back.
"I've decided to be a good citizen and listen to the explanation for once," Sora quipped back, crossing her arms, "Besides, I got this far without listening to them fully anyway."
"Fourteenth place, please."
"Oh, that's my number," the girl muttered, passing the boy to stand in front of the box.
She eyed the examiner who was looking at her with a smile and drew a card then returned to her place.
"Ne, Killua. When he said who will hunt and who will be hunted, did he mean for us to fight each other?" Gon's innocent question reached her ears and she turned her attention toward the conversing boys.
"Yeah, probably," Killua said casually before walking up to draw a card.
"I'm sure it will involve around that area, Gon," Sora answered, watching the boy nodded and walked off to draw his own card at the same time Killua returned.
"Everyone has taken a card?" The examiner asked, after Tonpa drew a number. "Then please, peel off the stickers off your number cards."
Sora removed the seal from her card and her blood ran cold.
Impossible.
"They are your targets."
Her card was blank.
"The numbers you just picked have all been recorded in this box. Therefore, you can do anything you want with your own badges. What you need to do is take the number badges off your targets."
"Is that it? So we don't need to kill each other, " Imori said in relief.
"There are no rules on how you get the number badges. Do whatever you feel like. You can even kill your target and take the number badges off the corpse," Lippo continued his explanation.
Distinctly, she could hear the three brothers bickering when her mind was busy swimming with all possibilities to why she managed to draw a blank card in the first place. Was it her luck or…
"Listen carefully! Your target's number badge is worth three points. Your own badge is also worth three points. Any other number badge is only one point." Lippo now held up a finger. "In order to advance to the Final Phase, you have to earn at least six points."
"However, please look at the number on the upper right corner."
Sora carefully peaked over Gon's shoulder to see what's written there.
Her blood couldn't possibly become colder.
It was her own number.
Calmly to not draw attention to herself, she covered her number badge and put it inside her own pocket.
"The numbers written there would be worth three point regardless if it was your target or not."
Sora felt an angry vein throbbing on her neck. So that's how he wants to play the game, huh? The examiner was truly dead set on making her fail the exam or wishing to get their job done by hoping she would be killed on the island.
A rare smirk appeared on her face.
"You need a total of six points to pass this phase. So while on Zevil Island, you must gather enough ID tags to total six points. This is the condition for clearing the Hunter exam's fourth phase," Lippo ended his explanation, sending a not so discreet glance at her.
Several applicants followed his gaze.
Fine, she would play his game.
Sora stared blankly at the water swishing back and forth around the ship. Her hand cupped her cheek as she ignored the babbling of the orange haired lady. She couldn't help it when her brain was busy whirring to ensure her survival for seven days ahead against like twenty-four other participants. But then again, she was sure no participant was that attentive to memorize her number.
Except maybe for the few who noticed the examiner's hint toward her. Why he didn't just outright expose her out there was something she couldn't think of at the moment.
"Hey Sora!"
Sora saw Gon approaching then sat on the wall beside her. The girl followed the boy and slid down to sit.
"Yo."
Both Sora and Gon turned to see Killua walking to them, sitting on Gon's left side as the three of them watched the sky in silence.
"What number did you two draw?" Killua asked them, breaking the comfortable silence.
"How about you?" Gon questioned. Sora shrugged lightly.
"Secret." Killua replied.
Another moment of silence.
That was until the two boys laughed cheekily at each other while the girl hummed softly, enjoying their carefree laughter.
"Don't worry. My number isn't either of you two," Killua said.
"And my target isn't you either," Gon replied.
The boys turned to Sora who stayed quiet.
"Aww…" She smiled when they froze, their eyes widening. "You guys aren't mine either."
"What the heck, fish eyes. Stop scaring us," Killua muttered, tapping his fingers to his mouth before glancing at his side. "On the count of three, should we show our number cards together?"
"Okay!" Gon replied why Sora nodded. There's nothing she could show them anyway.
"One, two, three!" Gon and Killua said together and showed each other their number card.
Both Sora and Killua looked at the card in Gon's hand in shock, enough to knock her mind off her current predicament.
"Number 44 is..." Killua trailed off.
"Hisoka," Sora murmured in disbelief.
"Seriously? That's really unlucky of you." Killua added.
"Exactly," Gon said, sweat sliding down his cheek, and yet he was smiling.
"Who is #199?"
"It seems like you don't know either. I can't possibly remember everyone's numbers," The white haired male said in annoyance.
"It's either one of the three brothers," Sora spoke out, silently pointing at the colorful trio where they were sitting while the two boys looked at her eagerly. "I don't remember who exactly has your number though."
She erased any remnants of numbers in her head once she got their name.
"Hee, that's enough to narrow my hunt. Thanks I guess," Killua said, leaning back on his arms. "By the way, where's your card, fish eyes?"
Ah, there it goes. The girl sighed and finally took out her card to show it to the other two who looked shocked at what they're seeing.
"A blank card?" Gon commented.
"Which means you don't have any target?" Killua continued, looking positively stunned.
"Yeah, I need to find three other tags." Sora grimaced and pocketed her card back.
"But you could at least get the number of the right corner?"
She pursed her lips into a thin line before beckoning the boys closer.
Once she deemed there wouldn't be anyone who could eavesdrop on their conversation, she whispered,"That's my number."
"EH?" The boys shouted at the same time, earning a few onlookers.
"Keep your voice down," She hissed before sending a few smiles around that she hoped looked threatening enough.
"Why was it yours and not any other?" Killua pursed his eyebrows while Gon looked as if his head was swarmed with too much information at once.
To explain that would need a few long conversations and she was sure she couldn't do it here with so many people watching and eyeing other participants like an eagle.
"I'll explain once we're done with the phase or there are less people, okay?" She decided to say.
Gon simply nodded while Killua looked at her suspiciously before huffing.
"Man, after the initial explanation, I started checking their numbers but everyone had already hidden theirs already," the boy said, probably trying to change the darkening air. "That's so lame..."
Both Sora and Killua stared at the visibly shaking and smiling Gon, cold sweat dripping down his chin. She truly was in awe of his sheer determination pouring out of his eyes.
"Gon."
"Hmm, what is it?"
A smirk graced Killua's pale face. "Are you excited or scared?"
The black haired male looked at the sky, at ground as if trying to collect his own thoughts.
"I think I feel both. If it was an ordinary battle, I would have absolutely no chance to win. However, if it's just stealing a number badge, I may be able to find a way."
His eyes were glowing.
"Right now, I can probably do it this time. Even so, I'm a little scared. But it's worth a shot," Gon declared, clasping his fingers tightly.
"Is that so?" Killua smiled.
Sora patted his shoulder, smiling softly. "I'm sure you can do it, Gon. I've seen first hand what you did to Hisoka so… " The girl ruffled his head. "I believe in you."
The boy needed all of his encouragement he needed before he faced off against an opponent way way higher in terms of experience and skills. But he seemed assured already.
She kinda envied that burning determination.
"Mmm, thank you, Sora, Killua."
"Well, good luck then." The white haired male stood up from his seat and grabbed his skateboard, giving a glance back with a smile. "Stay alive, Gon, Sora."
"Alright, you," Gon said, giving him a thumbs up with a grin.
The girl gave him a peace sign. "I'll try. I'll say the same to you."
Killua scoffed at her answer and walked away.
Both she and Gon fell into a deep silence as they went back to staring at the sky, feeling the breeze brushing her hood and the smell of brine tickling her nose.
The calm before the storm.
"You know, Sora."
"What?"
"Killua may seem to love picking a fight with you but he means well," he calmly continued.
She didn't know what to answer so she settled on tilting her head. Because really, none of Killua's words ever got through her thick skin. Not even all that 'fish eyes' nickname because she knew just how dead her eyes were.
"He was worried when you got separated from us." He laughed.
"I'll kill her if she die inside, she hasn't even let me borrow her tonfa so she's not allowed to die," Gon continued before looking at a stunned Sora. "At least that's what he said anyway."
She didn't know if she should be offended having her life be worth as much as her weapons or analyzed the underlying tone Gon used while he said that.
The girl chose neither.
"Well, that doesn't sound like he's worried about me but okay," she said. If any, the male sounded more downright murderous compared to all the usual remarks he made. "And don't worry, I never put much thought on his childish insults."
Gon laughed again and Sora allowed herself to giggle before calming down, a new resolve in her chest.
"Tell you what, Gon."
"Hmm?"
"I have a similar job to Killua."
They reached the island after a while and right now the participants were entering one by one again according to the order of their arrival. Sora had gone off alone after dropping the bomb to Gon then vaguely implying that she was not, however, an assassin. But the boy hadn't gotten it so she whispered it directly to his ears. To which he responded with,
"So, you're like all the people in Trick Tower?"
She chose to simply nod at that because yeah, that's exactly what she was.
She should have used that comparison from the start, dang it.
Then he proceeded to continue with,
"Well, criminal or not. You will always be my friend, Sora!"
She had wanted to weep—that's an exaggeration— at the spot because how could such a pure and accepting human being exist in this world? But it would be weirdly emotional and hilarious—even by her own standard— to just start crying in the middle of the day, so she had settled on simply giving him a quick hug, wishing him good luck before strolling away.
The girl had then decided to check up on her supplies, finding everything still intact with additional roll bandages but minus that other bottle because she used it all up in the Third Phase. There was the sprayer though so there's that to help build fire.
She had Aym to keep her in line.
Speaking of Aym.
"Alright, the fourteenth participant!" The orange haired girl announced cheerily, trying to keep the mood as uplifting as possible. But the tension couldn't be beaten no matter what so Sora gave her a nod of encouragement as she strolled down the small dock and away into the forest.
He hasn't spoken much less commented on her bad life decisions since he possessed her body.
After making sure that she was far enough from the starting position, the girl climbed the tallest tree she could find to assess the general structure of the land, squinting to see as far ahead.
Trees, trees and more trees, there were a few clearing scattered among the dense foliage, a quite big lake in the middle of the island with rivers running to and away from it. There was also lots of cliffside around the edges.
At least she knew where to go for a source of water. She should go later when it's darker and the possibility of meeting people is less.
[I saw your memory bank and you're in quite a pickle, heh.]
Speak of the devil.
"Oh hey, you're back." Sora shifted a bit to lean closer to the tree trunk. "You're awake to laugh about it now?"
[Nah, I just got my conscious back and now, wondering how bad your luck is.]
"It's that or the examiner managed to somehow rig the ballot so no matter what happens I'll draw that card anyway," she muttered, the latter being a much more possible option despite her not seeing any way Lippo could do that.
「Poor kid, so you're just gonna take random participants badges?」
"That's the plan anyway." She hopped from one tree branch to another, traversing over the ground lightly. With how big the island and how little the people inside were, the girl hoped she could meet other examinees as soon as possible. Sure she has a week but the faster the better, she didn't want to deal with this constant anxiety.
Sora stopped her jumping when she heard the sound of footsteps below.
She poked her head out of the dense leaves, found out that they weren't her friends nor people she desperately chose not to deal with, and dropped out of the tree in a record time.
"Wha—" The man croaked out before he nose dived to the ground, his arms pinned to his back.
"You have two choices, one, is to calmly give me your badge then you can leave unharmed," The girl said lightly, digging her knees further to his sides.
She felt the man stiffened when she stabbed her tonfa on the ground, spikes full out, beside his head.
"Two is, put up a fight and you can leave this place with broken bones."
The male didn't move and Sora feared she had probably scared him to death.
"Hell—"
"Left pocket," the man squeaked out and the girl immediately got to work, digging around his grey fabric before her fingers touched a round, flat thing then whipping the badge out.
"#89, huh. Thank you." She casually placed it inside her bag, grabbing her tonfa back while getting off the man.
Well, that was easy.
"I hope you did a better job next year," The girl said and lifted a hand up as she walked away. She heard the grass rustling behind her.
"And I wouldn't do that if I were you." Sora glanced back and smiled, tilting her head a bit before disappearing and reappearing behind the man, tonfa already swinging in full force.
The metal met the man's side with a loud 'crack' and he crumbled to the ground, screaming in pain.
"You bit—"
She raised her foot and slammed it to his ankle, ignoring the sounds of cursing getting louder before her tonfa made quick work to his head. He slumped down to the side, unconscious. That should incapacitate the man for the rest of the phase.
She huffed and strapped back her weapons. "I did warn you."
[Heh, you're getting soft.]
"By knocking them out? I mean, I'm not going to burn them in the first place," Sora muttered, leaping back up to the tree and getting from the place as far away as possible.
[I never said that.]
She frowned, her legs lightly springing from one branch to another. "Must be Shax then."
Aym chose to say nothing at her answer which only served to fuel her anxiety because he should be screaming bloody murder about the lime haired jackass. But she decided to shrug it off.
Night fell shortly after that and the girl quickly made her way to a river, eager to refill her bottle and washed her bloodstained shirt that she didn't think she could salvage.
For some reason though, ever since she stepped foot on the island, she had felt the constant presence of being watched but she kept only seeing a black blur once she turned in the direction of the gaze.
Oh well, despite that, she didn't feel any evil intent coming from it so if that presence wanted to watch her do a completely normal thing or her talking alone then they're welcomed.
Sora quickly stripped off, leaving her jacket hanging off by her shoulder and her black sport bra along with the bandages to cover what feminine asset she had.
She soaked her shirt into the cold water for a bit before scrubbing it for a bit, successfully turning the stain into a lighter brown color. There was no soap or detergent so she's pretty satisfied that at least there wasn't a mad red streak across her chest anymore.
The wounds there also didn't hurt as much as before, the bruises had faded into a greenish-yellow spot and every breath she took was much much lighter. By the end of the week, she was sure it would have healed.
"Aym."
[What.]
"Do you want to possess my body to light up fire? Got some clothes to dry here."
[I'm not your living torch.]
Figures.
The first night surprisingly went without any more ruckus caused by the participants or her. Aym really did act as her brake for once and the urge was less violent from the first time.
Second day came back and she spotted no one until it was around late afternoon when she stopped by at a secluded river bank to clean the wounds on her palms because she had idiotically reopened them when catching herself midway from falling down a tree. Screw her drowsiness.
A couple of pink butterflies hovered around her as the water briefly turned red from her blood. The girl had tried to bat them away but decided that they were no harm so she let them be. Besides, they looked cute.
"Sora?"
That was a very very familiar voice.
She blinked and turned her head around, spotting a familiar tuft of black hair who was extending a finger to the same butterflies around her. And wait, was that string tied around the insects' abdomen?
"Gon, I didn't expect to see you here." She stood up while bandaging her hands, approaching the boy.
"The butterflies must have followed the scent of your blood," He said as Sora curiously looked at the two critters in his hold fluttering toward her semi-opened wounds.
Blood, of course. She should have connected the dots earlier.
"Are you trying to look for Hisoka that way? I remembered him being injured." The girl finished her treatment, a bit fascinated that the butterflies immediately drifted away.
"Yeah, but I have no luck so far." Gon rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
With how high the death rate was, she was not surprised the butterflies had a hard time tracking the target.
She spotted his bandaged hand and her eyes softened.
"I believe that you can." Sora patted his head. "You've got five more days to go. Good luck, Gon."
"Yeah, you too. Good luck, Sora!"
And he disappeared back into the bush where he came from.
[He's one energetic ball of energy.]
"Yeah, unlike you." She picked up her bag and slung it back over her shoulder, a renewed vigor bubbling inside her.
Two more tags to go.
She did get another one when the sun had started to set.
It was from a teen boy with a shaved head and protruding ear, dressed in simple yellow tunic and red pants. He wasn't that much bigger than her, a bit higher than her and boy did he put up a fight.
The girl had tried to ambush him like the #89 man from before but the male had proved to be sharper to his surroundings when he dodged her drop and was on another side of the clearing in one second.
He had sent her a flurry of kicks that she simply weaved through as she tried to get closer to him, blocking it with her tonfa when one had been too close to ripping her nose off. He had backflipped to dodge tonfa aiming on his chest.
He was light on his feet and kept darting around like a mosquito, sending a few jabs and kicks before swiftly taking a few steps back as if wary about her approaching. As he should be.
Sora had let her chain rattled out, taking the moment his attention shifted to look at the foreign object to flung her tonfa at his head as if she was throwing a javelin.
That move had steadily gone up to her favorite things to do by now.
"Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" She breathed out as she looked over his fallen form, fortunately still breathing. She was getting more and more sure that none of the participants was aware of her number right now.
Lippo had fucked up hard by not exposing her.
The girl had quickly shifted through all of his pockets, found a badge on the back pocket and flipped it to show her a number.
#362.
She slipped it to her bag and traversed deeper into the woods.
One more to go.
She spotted another target or more like targets when she ventured into the darker section of the island where trees stood tall, trunks bigger than one could possibly ever imagine with sunlight not even capable of penetrating into the dusky ground.
The Amori brothers, or that's what she had to call them in her head, were trekking the dark path below as she followed them from above, not really surprised that they hadn't been aware of her tailing them. One of the brothers was missing though, the shortest, skinny one with a blue get up, Imori.
Now she only needed to know which one of them was not Killua's target.
"Damn, someone has gotten their hands on our targets," the taller, skinnier, the one in red, Amori cursed.
Sora blinked and glanced at her bag. So those two tags she stole were theirs, how fun.
"To think someone beat us to it," the hulking, yellow one, Umori replied, frowning. "But we've decided on our rendezvous point so let's fetch Imori first. He must have an easy time with that white haired boy."
And the youngest brother got Killua. That's one heft of bad luck right there.
"But hey we could just get #210, right? Imori told us it was the hooded boy that hung around with the other two kids. It would be easy to get him," Amori replied, looking around.
The girl almost felt touched at being known.
"Right," Umori said, grinning. "It will be a breeze trying to get the boy. Good thing that Imori bothered to memorize all the number badges."
Yes, it would be a breeze getting her tag alright. She'd make sure it was a breeze for them.
The two wandered off after their conversation, pointing at one particular direction, footsteps loud with how quiet their surroundings were. There was a bit of rustling right below her that was barely caught by her; she thought she was hearing things. But when the rustling continued in the direction of the two brothers heading to, she knew there was another stalker like her there.
When she saw them again, Killua was lying perfectly still on the ground, his shirt crumpled around his stomach, a bored look on his face while Imori broke into a sweat when the male stood back up, unbothered.
"Imori, you are indeed kind."
"Well, yes…"
Anyone who used their full power to kick a kid was kind indeed, sure she'd take that. Sora mused as she casually landed behind the other two brothers.
"Excuse me," she spoke out, painfully amused when the males swiveled in shock and backed up. "I think you are looking for me?"
The girl lightly took out her badge, twirling it on her fingers before flashing her numbers to them, a smile tugging on her face. "#210, am I right?"
"W-where'd you come from?" Umori asked, beads of sweat dotting his forehead.
She blinked, pointing above right at the dark canopy. "The trees?"
"Stop joking around!" He yelled angrily as Sora pocketed her badge back while shrugging, vanishing to dodge his swipe and reappearing beside Killua who merely gave a glance.
"I'm not, it's you guys fault for not noticing me." She placed her hands on her hips, satisfied at the little stunt she pulled. Shock factor was always effective toward your opponent.
"You're alive, fish eyes." He smirked while taking out a badge from his pocket.
The girl almost rolled her eyes. This kid would never allow her to be in peace for once. "Stop wishing for me to die, you ass."
His blue eyes seemed to twinkle at her answer which confused her greatly.
"I'm just checking." The white haired boy said and scrutinized the tag in his hold. "#198, is it?"
Imori gasped and started searching himself, wondering how Killua could've possibly taken it. The other brothers gawked at the back.
"It's only one number off from the one I want. So, it should be one of you two, right?" He asked, tossing the tag up and down, a smile on his face.
The red clothed man narrowed his eyes. "Umori."
The said man nodded, getting more anxious. "I know. Get in the formation. We're charging in. It looks like they're not ordinary kids."
The trio circled them while Sora eyed them, not the very least threatened by the triangle formation, her foot kicking at the ground below.
"Didn't you say you needed three badges, Sora?" Killua asked calmly from beside her.
"I've got two already, I only need one of theirs."
"Want mine?" The white haired twirled the #198 badge on his finger, looking at her innocently.
Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that if she took the offer, Killua would never leave it down.
The girl scoffed, cranking her neck to the left then right. "No need. I'll take it myself. I think I'm capable enough for that."
"Suit yourself."
At that, they both disappeared from their spots.
Sora dashed toward a nearby trunk and pushed off of it, pouncing toward the oldest Amori brother. Her right leg collided with his chest and she used the momentum to drag him straight down to the ground with her. The shock must have stunned him because he didn't even fight back when she shifted her leg to press down on his neck.
"Badge, please," she chirped, testing how much pressure she could apply to prevent him from possibly throwing her off.
Much to her surprise, the man cooperated without the need for her to threaten him, simply pointing at his right pocket with a shaky finger. The girl rummaged through it, pulling out a badge with the number 199 written in bold letterings.
"Killua, I got yours." She waved the badge at the boy, backing away as Umori started coughing and struggling back to his feet, grasping his throat.
"Damn, I was never lucky with this kind of thing," the white haired boy muttered from his spot, a hand raised to Amori's throat with blood trickling down already. "Where's your tag?"
The red clad man took out his tag silently, his face as pale as a ghost already and handed it to Killua who took it before approaching her.
"Choose," Killua said simply, the two other tags between his fingers while his other hand opened toward her, waiting for his target's tag.
Sora huffed, placing the #199 in his hands before closing her eyes. "Shuffle them for me."
She didn't see the way the white haired raised his eyebrows but she heard the soft clacking of tags being moved around and her hand shot out blindly at the left tag.
"#198," she muttered once she opened her eyes, staring at the glaring numbers. "Should have taken that from the start."
"I offered that option but you rejected it. Not my fault you have to work harder," Killua said, grinning as he twisted his body to throw the remaining tags, the wind whistled as it's cut by the circular thing and vanished into the far tree line.
"You have three days left so good luck in finding others. Bye," he continued, still smiling before he vanished, leaving her alone.
Sora turned to the distraught and confused brothers and raised the three tags in her hands, watching their eyes grow wide at what they're seeing.
"It's you—"
"Thank you for the points," she cut them off, smiling cheekily before leaping to a nearby set of trees.
After travelling for quite a distance, she touched the ground and found Killua standing there, hands in his pockets. She blinked. To think he was waiting for her.
"You took so long," he grumbled before starting to walk away.
Sora flashed him the three tags, falling in line with his steps. "I got their target badges so, figured I could taunt them a bit."
He snickered, placing hands to the back of his head. "You're going to get hunted."
"Nah, don't think so." She placed all her tags safely in her bag. "They would rather take the next Hunter Exam than risk their life here."
"Hmph, cowards. Shame, I couldn't trick that guy who was watching us," the white haired male muttered.
"It's either the tag you throw was his or he will hunt me down," The girl said before shrugging, not really putting much thought into it. "Oh well, that's a later problem."
"Don't expect me to help."
"I'm hurt. After what happened in the airship, you wouldn't even bat an eye to your troubled friend?" Sora said, faking a sniffle while suppressing a snicker at seeing Killua's eyes were prepared to bulge out their sockets. "Kidding, I never expected any from you anyway."
The white haired boy stared at her for a beat longer before turning away. "You really do have no faith in me at all, huh."
She, however, failed to hear what he muttered about.
"Did you say something?"
"No," Killua said, in a louder and dismissive tone, "I was just wondering what Gon is doing now."
"Oh, I actually met him yesterday," the girl answered, raising her bandaged palms to stare at them, earning a curious look from the assassin. "He's doing fine. Still doing his best to track Hisoka down."
"With his sharp nose?"
"No, butterflies."
"...what?"
Sora spent the rest of their walk explaining the blood loving critters to an intrigued Killua as the sun set in the far horizon, dyeing the sky with a variety shades of color that the fire maniac knew all too well.
A countdown to her passing the exam that might just be the key to be free for good.
So just like that Hanzo got his target tag and Sora got his original tags in the anime. Yeah, I had to do some tweaking to that so uh...
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