An Oasis.
He found a paradise in the barren surroundings of the desert.
He, having been lost in his own thoughts and devices on how to survive, found a reliever.
No, not a nen-remover. He needed a reliever for the mental frustration that he had been carrying all time, almost driving him crazy.
Besides, Hisoka was the one responsible for the searching. And there hasn't been one call from the demented jester.
He stares at his reflection in the water, messy, drty, and wet. He wonders, about Ryuuseigai, About his spiders.
About the chain assassin.
Has he, as promised, finished off the remaining spiders? Or was he content with the leader? Was it enough revenge for him? Was his thirst for vendetta over yet? Was it over? Do they still need to problem about him?
An unusual playful smile crept on Kuroro's usually blank expression.
The fight isn't over yet, Kuruta.