Panda x BamBoo - new chapters 1-25 recommend you to re-read it

by panboo

Spoiler warning for the Chimera Ant arc ant and more. Panboo, living in a war-torn country, becomes a soldier hoping for death. Recognized for his rare Nen eyes by a special investigation unit, he's attacked on a mission and drifts to the NGL, landing on the same beach as the Chimera Ants queen. Panboo's story explores themes of depression, suicide, and more—proceed with caution.

panda x panboo

its an hunter x hunter fanfiction

made by me :3

short summary

The story begins with Panboo, a soldier aboard a military ship, reflecting on his inner

turmoil and hopelessness. He joined the army not out of duty but as a way to find an

end to his life without making the decision himself. As the ship is struck by an attack,

chaos ensues, and Panboo is thrown into the ocean after the ship is destroyed.

He washes ashore on an isolated island, battered and injured but alive. As he

surveys his surroundings, he scavenges for resources to survive, killing a panda and

gathering plants. While collecting himself, Panboo notices enormous, unfamiliar

footprints. Recognizing them as belonging to a Chimera Ant, a legendary creature

thought extinct in this region, he follows the trail.

The footprints lead him to a dark cave, where he is attacked by a creature from the

shadows. Despite his injuries, Panboo fights back and realizes he's face-to-face with

the Chimera Ant Queen herself. Resigned to his fate and longing for death, he offers

the Queen the panda carcass and begins recounting his life story to her.

Panboo shares his struggles with depression, his time in the military, and the loss of

all his comrades. With nothing left to live for, he surrenders to the Queen, extending

his bloody hand as an offering. The Queen strikes, and Panboo blacks out,

embracing the darkness

Introduction to the Audience

Hello, and welcome to my Hunter x Hunter fanfiction! This story is set during the

Chimera Ant arc and focuses on the events surrounding Meteor City, with a mix of

original characters (OCs) and familiar faces from the series. If you're a fan of Hunter

x Hunter, you'll recognize the dark, emotional tone of the Chimera Ant arc, and I've

tried to stay true to that while introducing new characters and expanding on the lore

of Meteor City.

This story follows Panboo, a soldier with a tragic past, as he navigates a world of

chaos, loss, and rebirth. Along the way, he crosses paths with characters like Gon,

Killua, Chrollo, and the Chimera Ant Queen, while also meeting new allies and

enemies in Meteor City.

I hope you enjoy this journey as much as I've enjoyed writing it. Feel free to leave

feedback or suggestions—I'd love to hear your thoughts!

Content Warnings

This story deals with heavy themes, including:

Depression and Mental Health: Panboo struggles with severe depression and

suicidal thoughts throughout the story.

Violence and Death: There are graphic descriptions of violence, blood, and

death, consistent with the tone of the Chimera Ant arc.

Existential Themes: The story explores themes of meaning, purpose, and the

weight of responsibility.

Spoilers: This fanfiction contains major spoilers for the Chimera Ant arc and

events up to Chapter 351 of the Hunter x Hunter manga. If you haven't read

or watched that far, proceed with caution.

Changes from the Original Story

While this fanfiction stays true to the Hunter x Hunter universe, I've

made some adjustments to fit the narrative:

1.

Chimera Ant Mechanics: The Chimera Ant Queen's Royal Jelly distribution

and the creation of replacement queens have been expanded to include

Panboo's transformation.

2.

Nen Abilities: Panboo's Nen abilities, particularly his Hexagonal Nen Eyes and

Strings of Hope, are unique to this story and tie into his emotional journey.

3.

Meteor City Hierarchy: The leadership and structure of Meteor City have been

fleshed out, with new characters like Kiko, Wong, and Nimuri playing key

roles.

4.

Timeline Adjustments: Some events have been slightly altered or extended to

accommodate Panboo's story and his interactions with canon characters.

the story follow the sholamen family

with are main character beeing the last sholitar's

panboo or yali sholitar and mika sholitar

we also have more oc and chrollo

Panboo's Life and Backstory

i call yali panboo because its easier

Panboo is a young soldier who grew up in a war-torn country. From a young

age, he struggled with depression, anxiety, and a sense of purposelessness.

Despite his intelligence and emotional depth, he found it difficult to connect

with others, often feeling isolated and misunderstood.

After joining the military, Panboo discovered his Nen abilities, including his

Hexagonal Nen Eyes, which allow him to see Nen at all times. However, his

depression deepened as he grappled with the futility of life and the weight of

his unattainable goal: to help 10 billion people, a number far beyond the

world's population , he was always a philosoph , he made a ever growing gole

that in its core is impossible , essentially he wants to help more people then

exist and when you unconsciously use your goal "percentage of completion" to

estimate your worth, you will become depressed very very quickly.

During his Reuten from an exavishion to the dark continent , Panboo's ship is

attacked, and he is thrown into the ocean. He washes ashore on an isolated

island, where he encounters the Chimera Ant Queen. In a moment of despair,

he offers himself to her, leading to his rebirth as a Chimera Ant. This

transformation marks the beginning of a new chapter in his life, one where he

must confront his past and find meaning in his existence.

Chapter 1

A Kingdom's Survivor

(Chimera Ant Queen's Perspective)

The world was a blur of salt and pain. Water—biting, relentless—flooded her senses

as she struggled to stay afloat. Her limbs, heavy and uncoordinated, seemed to

betray her with every movement. The sharp sting of rock or metal punctured her

side, but it didn't matter. She was alive. Barely.

Her mind, clouded by exhaustion, clung to a singular thought: she had to survive.

Her body, bruised and battered by the unforgiving sea, dragged itself onto a foreign

shore. The sand beneath her was coarse and unfamiliar, but it felt solid beneath her

weary form. She had reached the edge of some unknown land. The heat of the sun,

now unrelenting, made the air thick with suffocating warmth.

She stumbled, each step a battle against her broken body, but her resolve never

wavered. The King. She had to give birth to the King. She needed a kingdom, a

purpose.

But the sun was too much. The heat was searing. Her frail form, worn from the

saltwater and the long journey, began to fail under the relentless rays. The scorching

sun bore down on her, cruel and unforgiving, pushing her to the brink of collapse.

She staggered toward a cave in the distance, her body lurching forward like a dying

animal seeking refuge from the heat. The coolness of the cave's shadow was a

relief, its dark interior offering shelter from the burning sun. As she entered, the

weight of the world seemed to press against her, and her legs gave out.

The cave's stone walls seemed to close in around her as she lay on the cold ground.

Her breath was shallow, her energy spent. She could feel her body failing her, but

the hunger—the desperate, gnawing hunger to create, to give life—kept her from

succumbing to the darkness.

But there was something else—something unfamiliar. A pang of fear. For the first

time in her life, she wasn't certain she would survive. She was the Queen, the

foundation of her species' future, but now she could barely move.

She needed help.

The thought was foreign to her. She had never needed anyone. She had never been

weak. But now, in the cold, dark cave, with the sun beating outside, she understood

the truth. If she could not find strength, if she could not push through this, her dream

would never come to pass. The King would never be born. Her colony, her

legacy—gone.

She clicked her mandibles weakly, eyes barely open. "I need help… Someone,

please…"

The words hung in the air like an unanswered plea, swallowed by the stillness of the

cave. For the first time, the Queen realized the vast weight of her responsibility, and

how, in the end, survival was not a battle she could win alone…

chapter end , what do you think will happen with the queen

you will learn all in the next chapter

Important Information :

Queen's want to survive for her colony and her purpose of birthing a king

The Queen's Need to Birth a King The Chimera Ant Queen is driven by an innate,

biological imperative to birth a King.

This King is the pinnacle of her species' evolution—a being of unparalleled strength,

intelligence, and leadership.

The King's birth signifies the continuation of the Chimera Ant lineage and the

establishment of a new, dominant species.

The Queen's entire existence revolves around this goal, as her purpose is to create

a successor who will lead the colony and ensure its survival.

However, the Queen's role is temporary.

Once the King is born, her purpose is fulfilled, and she will die.

This creates a bittersweet tension in her actions—she is both proud of her creation

and aware of her impending demise.

Her focus on birthing the King is absolute, but it also leaves her vulnerable, as she

must rely on her Royal Guards and other offspring to protect her during this critical

time.

Chapter 2

The Silence Before the Storm

(Narrator's Perspective)

Flashback – 7 Years Earlier

"Uncle Yali! Look what I made!"

Mika, barely four years old, waved a crumpled drawing in his face.

It was a stick-figure family—her, her parents, and him, with a lopsided smile.

Yali forced a grin. "It's perfect, Mika."

But the paper burned in his memory now. He'd left her behind. Not out of courage,

but cowardice. The army wasn't a calling—it was an escape. A way to die without the

guilt of pulling the trigger himself.

the present : yali is 27

The sea was calm, too calm. A military ship cut through the dark waters, its engines

humming with tension.

Onboard, soldiers exchanged nervous glances and light-hearted banter, their words

masking the unspoken fear they all shared.

Among them stood a young man in his early twenties, his uniform slightly rumpled,

sitting on the ledge of a window.

His reflection stared back at him from the glass, a tired face framed by messy dark

brown hair that fell into his eyes.

His name was Sholitar, though his comrades only knew him by his family name. His

title, "Nen Beast specialist, Third in Command," was etched on his name tag, a

reminder of his role in the army. But Sholitar wasn't here out of duty or pride.

He wasn't here to fight for any cause. He was here because, in this chaos,

maybe—just maybe—he could find a way to die without having to make the decision

himself.

Sholitar's appearance was striking in its contradictions. His hazel-brown eyes,

flecked with a faint hexagonal pattern, were sharp and intelligent, but they carried a

deep weariness that spoke of sleepless nights and endless battles with his own

mind. His face was lean and angular, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline, but

his expression was often distant, as if he were lost in thought.

His skin was tanned from years of outdoor training, but faint dark circles under his

eyes betrayed his chronic insomnia.

His body was a testament to his transformation. Once overweight and out of shape,

he now carried a "sleeper build"—broad shoulders, a thick torso, and powerful limbs

hidden beneath loose-fitting fatigues.

To the untrained eye, he looked stocky and unassuming, but those who had seen

him in action knew better. His strength was deceptive, like a wall that could absorb

and withstand heavy hits.

It was this resilience that had earned him the nickname "The Wall of Po" among his

comrades, a reference to his resemblance to Po from Kung Fu Panda and his

tendency to take hits for others without flinching.

"Third in Command Sholitar!" a voice called, snapping him out of his thoughts. It was

William, his superior and second in command. "Stop moping in the corner and come

celebrate with us!"

Sholitar sighed in annoyance but complied, sliding off the window ledge. As he

walked over, William grinned and clapped him on the shoulder. "Come on, Yolo.

Lighten up. You're always so serious."

The nickname "Yolo" had stuck after Sholitar's tendency to act without thinking, often

putting himself in danger to protect his comrades. It was a playful jab at his

recklessness, but Sholitar didn't mind. If anything, it reminded him of the one thing

he was good at: taking hits.

Suddenly, the radio crackled to life. "Enemy missiles detected! Evasive maneuvers

now!"

The cabin erupted in chaos as soldiers scrambled to secure their gear. Sholotar's

stomach dropped as the aircraft tilted sharply, engines roaring in protest. Out the

window, twin streaks of white vapor approached with terrifying speed.

"Brace for impact!"

The first missile struck the ship's tail, the explosion sending shockwaves through the

cabin. Sholitar was thrown against the wall as alarms blared and the plane began to

spiral. The second missile hit moments later, splitting the fuselage apart. Flames and

shrapnel consumed everything in their path.

Sholitar felt himself falling, the icy wind tearing at his skin. His mind registered only

fragments—the roar of the ocean below, the searing pain in his side, and the

overwhelming darkness that swallowed him as he hit the water.

Just let it end…

chapter end, what will happen to Sholitar, will he survive ,

are thare and other survivors, all you will see in the next capter .

Chapter 3

A Soldier's Existence

(Yali Sholitar's Perspective)

The world was a blur of sounds and light. Water. The bitter taste of salt. Pain.

Something sharp, a rock or metal, stabbed into his side, but it didn't matter. He was

numb. His limbs felt like dead weight, and the only thing keeping him conscious was

the gnawing ache in his head.

The noise of waves crashed in his ears as he tried to open his eyes. It was hard. So

hard. The world felt too heavy, his body too weak to move. But somehow, he did. His

hands dug into the sand beneath him, feeling the coarse grains against his skin. He

tried to lift himself, but his legs buckled beneath him, sending him back down to the

sand with a groan.

He forced his eyes open again, and when they finally focused, what he saw took his

breath away—not because it was beautiful, but because it confirmed something

darker. He wasn't where he'd been. The ship, the soldiers—everything was gone. He

was alone. On an island.

The realization hit him harder than any blow from the explosion. His breath hitched in

his chest, but he fought it down. So, this is it. This is how I die. Alone.

But something in him stirred. Maybe it was instinct. Maybe it was something deeper,

a vestige of the soldier he once was. His hands trembled as he pushed himself up

again, more successfully this time, and staggered to his feet.

The island was eerily silent. No signs of life. No other survivors. Nothing but sand,

rock, and the distant, relentless roar of the ocean. He looked around, his mind

racing.

What now?

He could barely think straight. His body ached, his head was a mess of fog and pain,

but one thing remained clear—he had to survive.

His instincts took over.

He staggered toward the beach, his senses sharp despite his exhaustion. His legs

were weak, but he pushed through. The sand scraped at his raw hands as he

moved, his eyes scanning the shore for anything useful.

A knife. He had a knife. A small, but sharp blade that he carried for protection. Yali

yanked it from his thigh and held it tightly, as though it could keep the world from

swallowing him whole.

There was no time to mourn. No time to think about how he got here, or whether

anyone else had survived. The only thing that mattered was finding what he needed

to survive the next hour, the next minute. He had to stay alive.

He scavenged—mushrooms, herbs, bamboo shoots, anything he could find. His

hands were shaking, but his mind was focused. He filled his arms with whatever he

could carry, not questioning why. It was the only thing that kept him from thinking

about the emptiness inside.

Then, he heard it—a squeak, faint but distinct.

His head snapped toward the sound. There, just on the edge of the trees, something

moved. Something small. A panda.

Instinct surged. He didn't think, didn't question it. Yali sprinted toward the creature,

his movements fluid and precise, driven by hunger, by something darker. He grabbed

the panda, his knife flashing as he killed it in one swift motion. The rest of the pack

scattered, but Yali didn't care. He didn't hesitate.

He threw the dead panda over his shoulder and turned back toward the beach. His

mind was a blur, but his body knew what to do. He gathered more plants, stuffed

them into his bag, and continued his scavenging. Everything, anything that could

keep him alive.

He stopped for a moment, panting, staring out at the endless ocean. The feeling of

isolation washed over him again. He was alone.

Yali looked down, tears welling in his eyes. He felt the weight of solitude crashing

over him. All his comrades were dead, and the grim reality sank in: no one was

coming to find him. He was utterly alone.

Suddenly, his eyes widened. Footprints. Massive, unfamiliar. They were too large to

belong to any ant, too distinct to be dismissed. His training kicked in. These weren't

ordinary tracks—they belonged to a creature of legend, one not seen on this

continent in ages.

A Chimera Ant.

Driven by a mix of instinct and curiosity, Yali followed the footprints, each step

drawing him deeper into a foreboding wilderness. The trail led to a dark cave.

Standing at its entrance, he peered inside, his breath shallow, his nerves taut. Before

he could react, something lunged at him from the shadows.

The impact sent him stumbling back, his body slamming into the cave wall. With a

desperate push, he flung the creature off, sending it hurtling across the cave where it

collided with the opposite wall. Yali collapsed, breathing heavily, his vision blurring.

Pain radiated through him; he was severely injured.

Through the haze of pain, his gaze focused on the creature before him. His heart

raced as his mind processed what he was seeing. It wasn't just a Chimera Ant—it

was the Queen herself.

She was monstrous, her sharp mandibles glinting, her presence suffused with primal

hunger. He knew that if she attacked again, he wouldn't survive. Yet, as the thought

of death loomed, a strange calm washed over him.

Why would I care?

Yali's lips curled into a bitter smile. He had enlisted in the army knowing he might die,

even hoping for it. Every comrade, every friend he had made, was gone. His family

would barely remember him. There was nothing left to lose.

Sighing deeply, he shrugged off the burden of survival. Grabbing the dead panda he

had carried from the beach, he tossed it toward the Queen. The beast lunged at it

ravenously, tearing into the carcass with unrelenting hunger.

As she devoured the panda, Yali began to speak, his voice steady but tinged with

sorrow. He recounted his life: his struggles in high school, the weight of his mental

health challenges, and the bittersweet moment when William, his commander, had

approached him with the offer to join the elite special unit.

He spoke of the years he had dedicated to the unit, the camaraderie he had built,

and the horrors he had faced. Every face he had fought beside, every name he had

memorized, was now gone. He was the last one standing, and it felt more like a

punishment than a privilege.

The Queen tore through the panda, her sharp mandibles snapping. Yali continued,

throwing the plants and herbs he had scavenged into her reach. She devoured them

greedily as he finished his story, his voice quieting.

"This is it," he murmured, his final goodbye lingering in the air. Blood dripped from

his hand, pooling at his feet. He extended his hand toward the Queen, offering

himself as her next meal.

She pounced, her mandibles slicing into his flesh. Yali felt the sharp sting but didn't

resist. The world around him dimmed. His vision blurred further, his body grew

heavy, and the last thing he saw was the Queen's monstrous form hovering over

him.

And then, everything went black…

chapter end , what will happen with the queen , is this realy the end of

end of arc 1 new beginning

next arc reabilingd of a nation and a man

.

Next will have some event of the manga so i recommend

reading antile chapter 320 of the manga just to be safe , you

don't have to throw , i made this story for people that didn't

necessarily read the manga .

Chapter 4

Rebirth of a Man & Kingdom

(Chimera Ant Queen's Perspective)

The Queen lay in the dimly lit cave, her massive form weakened and emaciated. The

panda and plants the human had brought her were gone, devoured in moments. She

stared at the unconscious man before her, her sharp mandibles clicking softly as she

considered her next move.

She had never encountered a human like him before. Most humans fought to

survive, clinging to life with every ounce of strength they had. But this one—this

human—had willingly offered himself to her. His words echoed in her mind, a story of

pain, loss, and a desire to help others that seemed almost… noble.

The Queen's instincts warred with her growing curiosity. She knew the risks of

combining animal and plant DNA. The resulting offspring would require more

resources—more food, more water, more sunlight. Their development would be

slower, their brains taking longer to mature. There could be memory problems, both

short-term and long-term. And yet, something about the human's sacrifice stirred a

rare emotion within her: trust.

She had never trusted a human before. To her, they were nothing more than food,

tools to be used and discarded. But this human was different. He had given himself

to her without hesitation, not out of fear or desperation, but out of a desire to help. It

was a selflessness she had never encountered in her long life.

The Queen's mandibles clicked again as she made her decision. She would create

something new, something unique. She would combine the human's DNA with that

of a panda and bamboo, creating a being unlike any other. It would be a risk, but one

she was willing to take.

As she began the process, her thoughts turned to the Royal Jelly*. It was a precious

resource, one that should be reserved for the King and the Royal Guards. Using it to

create a replacement queen was considered a waste, a luxury the colony could not

afford. But the Queen knew that her time was limited. The birth of the King would

mark the end of her role, and she needed to ensure the survival of the colony.

The human's offspring could serve as a safeguard, a replacement queen who could

rebuild the colony if something were to happen to her. It was a gamble, but one she

believed was worth taking.

The Queen's mandibles worked quickly, shaping the embryo with care. She

administered 26 milligrams of Royal Jelly, ensuring the new life would be strong

enough to survive but not so powerful as to threaten her own offspring. As the

embryo grew, she felt a strange sense of gratitude toward the human who had

sacrificed himself. She named him Panboo, a name that reflected his dual

nature—part panda, part bamboo, and part human.

Important Information

Royal Jelly: A rare and potent substance produced by the Chimera Ant

Queen. It is used to accelerate the growth and development of her offspring,

particularly the King and Royal Guards. Using it for a replacement queen is

considered wasteful, as it is a finite resource.

Combining DNA: The Queen's decision to mix human, panda, and bamboo

DNA is risky. While it could result in a unique and powerful being, it also

increases the likelihood of developmental issues, memory loss, and resource

strain.

Chapter 5

The Rise of the Chimera Ants

(Narrator's Perspective)

The tower stood tall and ominous, a jagged silhouette against the blood-red sky. It

was a labyrinth of stone and shadow, a monument to the Chimera Ants' growing

power. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of earth and decay, the walls lined with

glowing fungi that cast an eerie green light. The Queen's chambers were deep

within, a sanctuary of darkness where her plans for the future took shape.

Now, we go into the tower, up the labyrinth, and into the Queen's quarters.

The Queen sat on her throne, her massive form casting a shadow over the room.

Around her stood the three Royal Guards: Menthuthuyoupi, Neferpitou, and

Shaiapouf. Their auras were palpable, a testament to their strength and loyalty. The

Queen's mandibles clicked softly as she addressed them.

"The King's birth is near," she said, her voice a low rumble. "You must prepare. Go

and wait for his arrival. Protect him with your lives."

The Royal Guards bowed and left, their forms disappearing into the shadows. But as

they departed, the Queen called out.

"Pouf. Stay."

Shaiapouf turned, his insect-like wings fluttering as he approached the Queen. His

glowing eyes narrowed in curiosity.

"Yes, my Queen?"

The Queen leaned down, her massive form looming over him. "There is another,"

she said, her voice softer now. "A child I created. His name is Panboo. He is…

different. Special. You must protect him."

Pouf's eyes widened. "A child? But my Queen, my duty is to the King—"

"Your duty is to me," the Queen interrupted, her voice sharp. "Panboo is my creation,

and he is your responsibility. Take him far from here. Keep him safe. Teach him. Do

you understand?"

Pouf hesitated, then nodded. "Yes, my Queen."

The Queen gestured to a small, egg-like structure in the corner of the room. Inside

was Panboo, his tiny form curled up in a fetal position. He was no longer an egg but

a human-like baby, his skin pale and his eyes closed. Pouf approached carefully, his

small hands trembling as he lifted the child.

"Go," the Queen said. "And do not fail me."

Pouf nodded and left, his wings carrying him and Panboo far from the tower, to a

secluded cave deep within the forest.

Chapter 6

Panboo's Growth

(Panboo's Perspective)

The cave was dark and damp, but it was home. Panboo sat on the cold stone floor,

his small hands tracing the patterns in the rock. He was no longer a baby but a child,

his body growing stronger with each passing day. Pouf was always there, his

insect-like form hovering nearby, watching over him.

"Panboo," Pouf said, his voice high-pitched but firm. "Today, we will learn to hunt."

Panboo looked up, his hazel-brown eyes gleaming with excitement. He had always

been a quick learner, absorbing everything Pouf taught him with ease. He followed

Pouf out of the cave, his small feet crunching on the forest floor.

The forest was alive with sound—the chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves, the

distant roar of a predator. Panboo's senses were sharp, his hexagonal Nen eyes*

allowing him to see the aura of every living thing around him. He could feel the

energy of the forest, the life that pulsed within it.

Pouf stopped and pointed to a small rabbit nibbling on a patch of grass. "There," he

said. "Your target."

Panboo nodded and crouched low, his body tense with anticipation. He moved

silently, his steps light and precise. When he was close enough, he pounced, his

small hands closing around the rabbit's neck. The creature struggled for a moment,

then went still.

Pouf clapped his hands, his wings fluttering with excitement. "Well done, Panboo.

You are a natural."

Panboo smiled, his chest swelling with pride. He had always been a quick learner,

but hunting was different. It required patience, precision, and instinct—qualities that

Pouf had worked hard to instill in him.

As the days turned into weeks, Panboo grew stronger and more skilled. He learned

to climb trees, to track prey, to survive in the wild. But he also learned other

things—things that Pouf hadn't expected.

One day, as they sat by the fire, Panboo looked up at Pouf. "Why are we here?" he

asked, his voice soft but curious.

Pouf hesitated, his glowing eyes narrowing. "What do you mean?"

"I mean… why are we alone? Where are the others? The Queen? The King?"

Pouf's wings fluttered nervously. "The Queen… she tasked me with protecting you.

You are special, Panboo. You are her creation, and she wants you to be safe."

Panboo frowned, his small hands clenching into fists. "But I want to see her. I want to

see the King."

Pouf shook his head. "Not yet. When the time is right, you will."

Panboo didn't argue, but the question lingered in his mind. He was growing restless,

his curiosity burning brighter with each passing day.

next chapter chapter 8 happens in the manga

chapter 303 or episode 129 in the 2011 anime

when pouf incanters killua and komugi you are

wornd for spoilers .

Chapter 7

Pouf's Dilemma

(Pouf's Perspective)

Pouf soared through the air, his insect-like wings beating furiously as he closed in on

the palace. His mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—loyalty to the King,

desperation to protect him, and a gnawing guilt about Panboo.

Panboo…

The name echoed in his mind like a whisper, a reminder of the Queen's final

command. "Protect him. Do not fail me." But how could he protect Panboo when the

King's life was at stake? The King was the future of the Chimera Ants, the

embodiment of their strength and unity. And yet, Panboo was the Queen's creation, a

being unlike any other. A child who needed him.

Pouf shook his head, his glowing eyes narrowing. He couldn't afford to think about

Panboo now. The King was in danger, and Pouf's duty was clear.

As he approached the palace, he spotted Killua Zoldyck carrying Komugi. The boy's

silver hair gleamed in the sunlight, his blue eyes sharp and focused. Pouf's

mandibles clicked in frustration. This human was a threat, a dangerous variable that

could disrupt everything.

Pouf descended with extreme confidence, his wings slicing through the air as he

aimed to kill Komugi. But Killua was faster. In an instant, the boy activated

Godspeed, his movements a blur as he effortlessly dodged Pouf's attack.

Pouf's eyes widened in shock. How is he so fast?

Panic surged through him as he realized the King's impending arrival. He couldn't let

Meruem see this—couldn't let him remember Komugi.

"I have a perfect magic trick," Pouf muttered, his voice trembling with desperation.

He activated Beelzebub, sending out a swarm of clones to distract Killua.

The boy smirked, easily outrunning the clones. "I wouldn't even need Godspeed to

deal with these," he said, his tone mocking.

But Pouf laughed, his voice dripping with malice. "Your plan has been thwarted,

human. The King will forgive me if you surrender."

Komugi stirred at the mention of the King, her blind eyes widening. "Dear leader…?"

she murmured, her voice soft and confused.

Pouf's heart clenched. He couldn't let her speak—couldn't let her trigger the King's

memories.

As Killua continued to run, Pouf's clones shouted at him to surrender, their voices a

cacophony of threats and promises. But Killua remained calm, his focus unwavering.

Komugi tugged at Killua's hair, her small hands trembling. "Why does it feel like

static?" she asked, her voice filled with confusion.

Killua sighed, his patience wearing thin. "I'm rescuing you. Do you trust bugs more

than me?"

Komugi blinked, her expression blank. "Bugs…?"

Pouf seized the opportunity, swooping down with lightning speed. Killua barely

dodged in time, his movements precise and calculated.

"My poison has worked," Pouf sneered, his voice filled with triumph. "How well can

you run with her struggling against you?"

Killua's eyes narrowed. "You're not just trying to capture her. You're trying to kill her."

Pouf laughed, his voice manic. "Of course! But you won't kill her, will you? She's too

valuable as a hostage."

Killua set Komugi down gently, his expression calm but determined. "She's

unconscious. And you… you're really annoying me."

He surrounded himself with a circle of electricity, the air crackling with energy. "Cross

this line, and I'll kill you."

Pouf hesitated for a moment, his mind racing. Panboo… the Queen… the King…

But he couldn't afford to hesitate. With a roar, he charged forward, only for Killua to

destroy his right eye with a burst of electricity.

Pouf screamed, his body writhing in pain. "You…!"

Killua's voice was cold and steady. "Electricity burns cells. It's easy to destroy

something as fragile as you."

Pouf's mind raced as he struggled to regain his composure. The King's voice echoed

in his head, offering to help, but Pouf declined. "Recovering your memory is our

priority," he said, his voice trembling.

As the palace came into view, Pouf's pride swelled. The waves of hypnotized

humans below were a testament to the King's power, to his destiny to rule the world.

But then Meruem stopped, his expression pained. "Why is the palace so destroyed?"

Youpi explained it was from their fight with the enemy, but Pouf's heart sank. If the

King saw the Gungi board, if he remembered Komugi…

"No!" Pouf shouted, his clones scattering to find and destroy the board.

As he flew away, his mind drifted back to Panboo. I'm sorry, my Queen. I've failed

you again.

Important Information

Pouf's Dilemma: Pouf's internal conflict highlights his loyalty to the King and

his guilt over abandoning Panboo. His actions reflect his desperation to

protect the King's memory and his growing fear of failure.

Killua's Godspeed: Killua's ability allows him to move at incredible speeds,

making him a formidable opponent for Pouf.

next chapter has spoilers for chapter 307 of the manga you

have been warned

Chapter 8

The Voice & gon's survival

(Panboo's Perspective)

The forest was quiet, the only sound was the soft rustle of leaves in the wind.

Panboo sat by the cave entrance, his small hands tracing patterns in the dirt. He had

been alone for hours, Pouf's clone nowhere to be seen. The silence was unnerving,

but Panboo didn't mind. He was used to being alone.

And then he heard it.

A voice.

It was soft but insistent, like a whisper in the back of his mind. Panboo froze, his

hazel-brown eyes widening as he looked around. The cave was empty, the forest

still. But the voice… it was real.

"Panboo," it said, sending a shiver down his spine.

His body trembled, his hands shaking as he stood. The voice wasn't Pouf's, or the

Queen's. It wasn't anyone he knew. And yet, it felt familiar, like a memory he couldn't

quite grasp.

"Come to me," the voice whispered.

Panboo didn't question it. He couldn't. His body moved on its own, his small feet

carrying him into the forest. The trees loomed overhead, their branches casting long

shadows on the ground. The air was thick with the scent of earth and leaves, and the

distant cry of a bird echoed through the trees.

"This way," the voice said, guiding him.

Panboo followed, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn't know where he was

going, but he couldn't stop. The voice was pulling him, guiding him.

As he ran, memories flickered at the edge of his mind—fragments of a life he

couldn't quite remember. A ship. An explosion. The Queen.

"Who are you?" Panboo whispered, his voice trembling.

The voice didn't answer.

He kept running, his small feet crunching on the forest floor. The voice grew louder,

more insistent.

"Fix him," it said. "Fix him for survival."

Panboo didn't understand, but he didn't need to. The voice was clear, its command

undeniable.

He burst into a clearing, his eyes widening at the scene before him. A boy with spiky

black hair stood in the center, his body glowing with an intense aura. The air around

him crackled with energy, and his eyes were filled with a mixture of rage and despair.

Gon.

The name came to Panboo unbidden, a fragment of information he didn't know he

had.

Gon's aura was overwhelming, a swirling mass of power that threatened to consume

him. Panboo could feel it—the boy was sacrificing everything, his life, his future, for

this moment. If his Nen went through with his command, he would become ashes.

Panboo didn't hesitate. He stepped forward, his small hands glowing with a faint

hexagonal pattern. The voice guided him, its whispers filling his mind as he reached

out to Gon's aura.

"Fix him," the voice said again.

Panboo's hands trembled as he touched Gon's aura, his Nen intertwining with the

boy's. He didn't know what he was doing, but the voice did. It guided his movements,

his Nen reshaping Gon's aura, giving him a chance to survive.

The air around them exploded with energy, a shockwave rippling through the forest.

Panboo was thrown back, his small body tumbling through the air. He hit the ground

hard, the impact knocking the breath out of him.

As soar through the air, dazed and disoriented, he heard a scream.

"Gon!!!"

The voice was filled with desperation, a raw emotion that made Panboo's chest

ache. He didn't know who it was, but he recognized the name.

Gon.

Panboo's vision was bluring as he struggled to stay awake . The forest moving below

he , no he was moving above the forest

The voice was silent now, its presence fading from his mind. But its command

lingered, a reminder of what he had done.

Panboo didn't know why he had done it. He didn't know who Gon was, or why the

voice had chosen him. But he knew one thing—he had saved him.

As a finel thote csot his mind "did he do enough"

Panboo hit a tall tree and black out , falling into a flowing river , the strong current

was taking his body someware , only fate will choose where …

Important Information

The Voice: The mysterious voice guiding Panboo hints at his connection to his

past and the lingering influence of his human memories. Its command to "fix

him for survival" reflects Panboo's innate desire to help others, even if he

doesn't fully understand why.

Gon's Sacrifice: Gon's overwhelming aura and his willingness to sacrifice

everything highlight the intensity of his emotions and the stakes of the

situation. Panboo's intervention gives him a chance to survive, altering the

course of events.

we finished Arc 3 : new body-new purpose .

very different in thare

next Arc the sholitar genius's new life :

we follow mika sholitar in her journey , we start when she is 3-4 years

old around 10 years ago , panboo or as she knose him yali was 13 when

he learned he will be a unkel and 14 when he become one , he adors

mika and is very protective of her , how will mika react to meet yali in his

new body , how will he get his memories back , how he will reack when

he learns that his people his contry was destroyed , all in the next arc…

Chapter 9

The Spark of Genius

(Mika's Perspective)

Mika was three years old when she first held her uncle's notebook.

She sat on the worn couch in her grandparents' living room, her tiny legs dangling

over the edge. The room was quiet, save for the soft snores of her uncle, Yali

Sholitar, who was sprawled out on the floor, fast asleep. His face was peaceful, the

faint hexagonal pattern in his hazel-brown eyes hidden beneath closed lids.

Mika's curiosity got the better of her. She slid off the couch and tiptoed over to Yali's

bag, her small hands rummaging through its contents until she found the notebook. It

was old and battered, its pages filled with strange symbols and diagrams.

At first, she didn't understand what she was looking at. The symbols didn't look like

any language she knew. But Mika was a child genius, and her mind worked in ways

most adults couldn't comprehend. It took her three minutes to realize the symbols

were a code, and another hour to crack it.

By the time Yali woke up, Mika was sitting cross-legged on the floor, the notebook

open in her lap. Her tiny fingers traced the lines of text as she read about something

called Nen.

"Mika?" Yali's voice was groggy but tinged with concern. "What are you doing with

that?"

She looked up at him, her wide eyes filled with excitement. "Uncle Yali, what's

Hatsu?"

Yali froze, his expression a mix of surprise and worry. He knelt beside her, his voice

gentle but firm. "Where did you hear that word?"

Mika pointed to the notebook. "It's in here. I figured it out."

Yali stared at her, his mind racing. He had never intended for anyone to find his

notes, let alone a three-year-old. But Mika wasn't just any child. She was brilliant,

and she had a way of seeing the world that even he couldn't fully understand.

"Nen is… complicated," he said finally. "It's a special kind of energy that some people

can use. But it's dangerous, Mika. You shouldn't mess with it."

Mika nodded, but her curiosity was far from satisfied. Over the next few years, she

secretly studied Yali's notebook, piecing together the mysteries of Nen. She even

tried the water divination test, using a glass of water and a small bug she found in

the garden. When the bug duplicated itself, she assumed it meant she was a

Conjurer. It wasn't until years later that she learned the truth: she was a Specialist, a

rare and unpredictable type of Nen user.

On her fifth birthday, Yali gave her the notebook as a gift. It was wrapped in brown

paper, tied with a simple string. Inside was a small letter:

"Mika, this notebook contains everything I know about Nen. Use it wisely. And

remember—Nen is dangerous. Never use it without guidance. Love, Uncle Yali."

Mika clutched the notebook to her chest, her heart swelling with pride. She didn't

know it yet, but this gift would change her life forever.

C

hapter 10

(Mika's Perspective)

Mika was 13 when her world fell apart.

It was the middle of the night, and she was reading in her room when the ground

shook violently. An alarm blared, and her father burst through the door, his face pale

and frantic.

"Mika, we have to go. Now."

She didn't ask questions. She grabbed the only things that mattered to her—Yali's

notebook and the book she had been writing—and followed her father to the car.

Outside, the sky was lit with flashes of light, and the air was filled with the sound of

sirens and distant explosions.

They drove in silence, the tension thick and suffocating. Mika's mother wasn't with

them; she had gone out earlier and hadn't returned. Mika wanted to ask where she

was, but the look on her father's face stopped her.

When they reached the coast, her father hurried her onto the family boat. They set

sail just as the first missiles hit the city, the explosions lighting up the night sky like a

horrific fireworks display.

For weeks, they drifted at sea, surviving on whatever supplies they could find. Mika's

father refused to answer her questions, his silence only adding to her fear and

confusion.

Then the storm hit.

The waves were monstrous, crashing over the boat and threatening to tear it apart.

Mika clung to her father as the wind howled around them, but it wasn't enough. The

boat capsized, and they were thrown into the freezing water.

Mika's father held her tightly, his body shielding her from the worst of the storm. He

swam for hours, his strength fading with every stroke. When they finally reached the

shore, he collapsed, his body exhausted and broken.

He died a few days later, leaving Mika alone in a strange and unfamiliar place…

Mika is new to Mitior city and she just lost her dad , not

knowing if any of her family are alive … next chapters are

more into the arc name as mike learns to cope with her

new life .

Chapter 11

A Genius New Home

(Mika's Perspective)

Mika woke to the sound of soft murmurs and the faint scent of herbs. Her body felt heavy,

her mind foggy with exhaustion. She blinked, her vision slowly focusing on the room around

her.

The bed she lay in was small but comfortable, the sheets soft and clean. The walls were

lined with shelves filled with jars of dried herbs, books, and strange trinkets. A faint glow

from a nearby lantern cast warm light across the room.

A woman sat beside her, her presence calm and reassuring. She had long gray hair

streaked with faint hints of violet, tied back in a loose braid. Her eyes were sharp and

observant, like a hawk's, but there was a warmth in them that made Mika feel safe. She

wore a simple dress, its fabric worn but clean, and her hands were calloused from years of

work.

"You're awake," the woman said, her voice gentle but firm. "I'm Kiko. You're safe here."

Mika's throat tightened as the memories came flooding back—the explosions, the boat, her

father. She sat up abruptly, her heart pounding.

"My dad—"

Kiko placed a hand on her shoulder, her touch warm and steady. "He's here. Come."

Mika followed Kiko to the next room, her legs trembling with every step. Her father lay on a

makeshift bed, his breathing shallow and labored. His face was pale, his body covered in

bandages.

"Mika…" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

She knelt beside him, her small hands clutching his. Tears streamed down her face as she

leaned closer, her heart breaking with every ragged breath he took.

"I'm here, Dad," she said, her voice trembling.

He reached into his pocket with trembling hands and pulled out a simple silver ring. It was

his wedding ring, the metal worn but still gleaming faintly in the light.

"Take it," he said, his voice weak but urgent. "Keep it safe."

Mika took the ring, her hands shaking as she slipped it onto her thumb. It was too big, but it

felt heavy with meaning.

"I love you, Mika," her father whispered, his eyes closing for the last time.

Mika's world shattered. She screamed, her voice raw with grief, and ran out of the house.

The cold night air hit her like a slap, but she didn't stop. She ran until her legs gave out,

collapsing beside a tree in the darkness.

Zero found her there, his lavender eyes glowing faintly in the moonlight. He knelt beside her,

his presence calm and steady.

"I know what you're feeling," he said, his voice soft.

Mika glared at him, her anger flaring. "You don't know anything!"

Zero didn't flinch. "My parents died when I was five," he said, his voice steady. "I know what

it's like to lose someone you love."

Mika's anger faded, replaced by a deep, aching sadness. She buried her face in her hands,

her body shaking with sobs. Zero sat beside her, his presence a quiet comfort.

After a few minutes, he stood and held out his hand. "Come on. Let's go back."

Mika hesitated but eventually took his hand. They walked back to Kiko's house, but Mika

refused to go inside. She sat on the porch, her arms wrapped around her knees, her eyes

distant.

As the night grew darker, some older kids tried to coax her inside, but she ignored them.

Kiko came out, her voice gentle but firm.

"Mika, you can't stay out here all night," she said.

Mika didn't respond. She couldn't.

Then Nimuri arrived. Her vine-green hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, and her

cactus-flower eyes glowed with quiet intensity. She knelt beside Mika, her presence calming.

"You need to rest," Nimuri said, her voice soothing.

Mika shook her head, but Nimuri placed a hand on her shoulder. A faint pulse of aura

washed over Mika, and her body went limp, paralyzed but not in pain.

Nimuri lifted her gently and carried her to a teleportation circle. In an instant, they were on

the third floor of a large building. The room was warm and inviting, filled with books and

strange artifacts.

A boy with short black hair and sharp green eyes looked up from a table. "This is Ryu,"

Nimuri said, her voice soft.

Mika barely registered him. Her vision was blurry, her mind foggy with exhaustion. She

caught a glimpse of another man—tall and lean, with sharp features and a calculating

gaze—before Nimuri carried her to a small bed.

"Sweet dreams," Nimuri said, tucking her in.

Mika closed her eyes, her body sinking into the soft mattress. For the first time in what felt

like forever, she felt a sense of peace. And for the first time in years, she fell asleep instantly.

Important Information

Kiko's Appearance: Long gray hair streaked with violet, sharp hawk-like eyes, and a

warm but commanding presence.

Zero's Appearance: Spiky dark purple hair, glowing lavender eyes, and emo-inspired

clothing (black pants, purple hoodie, fingerless gloves).

Nimuri's Appearance: Vine-green hair in soft waves, cactus-flower eyes, and a calm,

soothing demeanor.

Ryu's Appearance: Short black hair, sharp green eyes, and a curious but kind

expression.

Shong's Appearance: Tall and lean, with sharp features and a calculating gaze.

Chapter 12

A Genius New Life

(Mika's Perspective)

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room.

Mika stretched, her body still heavy with sleep, but the smell of breakfast wafting

from the kitchen pulled her out of bed. She padded to the kitchen, her bare feet silent

on the wooden floor, and found Nimuri at the stove.

Nimuri's vine-green hair was tied back in a loose braid, and she wore a simple apron

over her dress. Her cactus-flower eyes softened as she noticed Mika. "Good

morning," she said, her voice warm and welcoming. "Sit down. Breakfast is ready."

Mika obeyed, sliding into a chair at the small table. Nimuri placed a plate of

pancakes in front of her, the golden stacks topped with a drizzle of honey and a

sprinkle of nuts. Mika picked up her fork, her hands trembling slightly, and took a

bite. The pancakes were soft and fluffy, the perfect balance of sweet and savory.

"Today, we'll go to the school for your evaluation," Nimuri said, sitting across from her

with her own plate. "After that, we'll choose some afternoon activities for you. And

then we'll go shopping."

Mika looked up, her hazel-brown eyes wide. "Shopping?"

Nimuri nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "You'll need clothes, books, and

other things. Consider it a fresh start."

Mika's chest tightened at the words. A fresh start. It sounded nice, but it also felt

overwhelming. She nodded silently, focusing on her pancakes.

After breakfast, they made their way to the school on the second floor. The building

was large and bustling, filled with children of all ages. Mika followed Nimuri through

the halls, her heart pounding with nervousness. The evaluation was quick but

thorough—a series of tests to determine her level of intelligence and knowledge.

Mika aced every test, her mind sharp and focused. The teachers were impressed,

their eyes widening as they reviewed her results.

"She's a prodigy," one of them said, his voice filled with awe.

Nimuri smiled, her cactus-flower eyes glowing with pride. "I know."

After the evaluation, Nimuri took Mika to a small courtyard where children were

gathered for various activities. There was martial arts, art, music, and even a small

library.

Mika's eyes were drawn to the martial arts area, where a tall, muscular man with

sharp amber eyes was instructing a group of children. His presence was

commanding, his movements precise and powerful. Beside him stood a boy with

golden hair and striking Saturn-like eyes, his aura radiating confidence and skill.

"That's Wong," Nimuri said, following Mika's gaze. "And that's Raiser, his grandson.

They're both excellent martial artists."

Mika's heart raced with excitement. She had always been fascinated by martial arts,

and the thought of learning from someone like Wong was thrilling.

"Can I try?" she asked, her voice soft but hopeful.

Nimuri nodded. "Of course. Let's go meet them."

Wong's sharp eyes narrowed as they approached, but his voice was calm and

steady. "This is Mika," Nimuri said. "She's interested in martial arts."

Wong studied Mika for a moment, then nodded. "Show me what you've got."

Mika stepped onto the mat, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves.

She sparred with Raiser, his movements fluid and precise. Despite his young age, he

was incredibly skilled, and Mika found herself struggling to keep up.

After the session, Wong called her over. "You've got potential," he said, his voice

gruff but not unkind. "But you've got a long way to go. Come back tomorrow, and

we'll start your training."

Mika nodded, her heart swelling with determination.

For lunch, Nimuri let Mika choose. "What do you feel like eating?" she asked.

Mika hesitated, then smiled. "Falafel. My uncle used to take me to this little shop in

our hometown. It was my favorite."

Nimuri's eyes softened. "I know just the place."

They made their way to a small Middle Eastern restaurant on the second floor. The

smell of spices and fried chickpeas filled the air, and Mika's heart ached with

nostalgia.

As she took her first bite, a flashback hit her—her uncle's warm smile, the bustling

streets of her hometown, the taste of falafel on her tongue. Tears welled in her eyes,

but she quickly blinked them away.

"Is it good?" Nimuri asked, her voice gentle.

Mika nodded, her throat tight with emotion. "It's perfect."

The shopping trip was a blur of colors and sounds. Nimuri took Mika to a small

market, where they bought clothes, shoes, and other essentials. Mika's eyes

widened at the variety of items, her excitement growing with each purchase.

But the highlight of the trip was the bookstore. Mika's eyes lit up as she browsed the

shelves, her hands trembling with excitement. She chose a stack of books—science,

history, and even a few novels—and hugged them to her chest like treasures.

When they returned home, Nimuri placed the bags on the table and turned to Mika. "I

have to go to the labs for work," she said, her voice calm but firm.

Mika's heart sank. She didn't want to be alone, not yet. She looked up at Nimuri, her

hazel-brown eyes wide and pleading.

"Can I come with you?" she asked, her voice soft but hopeful.

Nimuri hesitated, her cactus-flower eyes narrowing slightly. But then Mika unleashed

her secret weapon—her puppy eyes. Her lower lip trembled, her eyes glistening with

unshed tears.

Nimuri sighed, her resolve crumbling. "Alright," she said, her voice resigned. "But you

have to behave."

Mika nodded, her heart swelling with relief.

Chapter 13

The showing of Genius

(Mika's Perspective)

The labs were a labyrinth of glass walls, humming machines, and the faint scent of

chemicals. Mika followed Nimuri through the corridors, her eyes wide with curiosity.

The hexagonal patterns in her eyes flickered faintly as she took in the strange

equipment and the bustling scientists. She clutched Panboo's notebook tightly, her

fingers tracing the worn cover. It was her lifeline, her connection to her uncle and the

world of Nen.

As they entered a large room, Shong and Ryu were deep in conversation. Shong

glanced up, his sharp eyes narrowing when he saw Mika.

"What's she doing here?" he asked, his tone clipped.

Nimuri crossed her arms. "She's curious. And she's family. She has a right to be

here."

Shong sighed, running a hand through his hair. "She's a distraction, Nimuri. We have

work to do. Important work. We don't have time to babysit."

Mika's cheeks burned, but she held her ground. "I'm not a distraction. I just want to

learn."

Shong opened his mouth to retort, but Ryu stepped forward, his calm demeanor

cutting through the tension. "Let her stay. She might surprise you."

Shong shot him a look but didn't argue further. He turned back to his work, muttering

under his breath.

Mika wandered over to Ryu's workstation, her eyes scanning the materials on the

table. There was a solid block of Calcium Carbonate, a bottle labeled PDMS

(Polydimethylsiloxane), another labeled C

H

ClN

S, and an assortment of other

items: needles, purple and green crystals, rock salt, dark purple nail polish, and a

bottle labeled (CH3)2CO (Acetone).

"What are you working on?" Mika asked, her voice soft but curious.

Ryu didn't look up. "Explain it," he said simply.

Mika blinked, tilting her head in confusion. "What?"

Ryu finally glanced at her, his expression unreadable. "Look at the materials. Tell me

what you think I'm doing."

Mika's eyes sparkled with interest. She activated Gyo, her hexagonal Nen eyes

focusing on the items. She took a deep breath and began.

"You have a solid block of Calcium Carbonate. You have two options: you can use

C

H

ClN

S to dye the block blue, or you can use Polydimethylsiloxane to change its

properties, making it hydrophobic and non-porous. But you can't do both at the same

time. The reactions would interfere with each other."

Ryu's lips twitched into a small smirk. "No," he said, his voice laced with arrogance.

"I'm going to do both."

Mika's eyes widened. "But how? The reactions—"

"Watch carefully," Ryu interrupted, cutting her off.

He picked up the bottle of Polydimethylsiloxane and carefully applied it to the

Calcium Carbonate block. The material's surface began to change, becoming

smooth and water-resistant. Once the reaction was complete, Ryu set the bottle

down and removed his gloves.

Then, he reached into his pocket and pulled out an apple. Mika blinked, certain his

pocket had been empty moments ago. He placed the apple on the table and touched

it with his left pinky finger. With his right pinky finger, he touched the Calcium

Carbonate block.

"Time dilation," he whispered.

Mika's breath caught as she watched the apple decay rapidly, its skin wrinkling and

turning brown. At the same time, the block of Calcium Carbonate seemed to revert to

its original state, the effects of the Polydimethylsiloxane disappearing.

Ryu poured the C

H

ClN

S onto the block, dyeing it blue. He turned to Mika, his

gaze piercing. "Explain what I did."

Mika's mind raced. She took a deep breath and began. "You focused aura points into

your pinky fingers, creating a connection between the apple and the block. It's like

using a copper cable to connect two batteries and moving electricity between them.

But for you, it's not electricity—it's time. You moved time forward for the apple and

backward for the block."

She paused, her brow furrowing. "But… the apple aged faster than the block became

younger. That doesn't make sense unless…"

Ryu raised an eyebrow. "Unless?"

"Unless time isn't linear for you," Mika said, her voice growing more confident. "You

see time as something fluid, something you can manipulate. My uncle wrote about it

in his notebook. He said, 'Everything has a timer. They exist for a certain amount of

time, and they will exist for a certain amount more.' You're just… bending those

timers."

The room fell silent. Even Shong and Nimuri stopped arguing, their eyes fixed on

Mika.

Nimuri was the first to speak. "Where did you learn that?"

Mika held up Panboo's notebook. "From this. My uncle wrote everything he knew

about Nen in here."

Shong's eyes gleamed with interest. Before Mika could react, he snatched the

notebook from her hands.

"Hey!" Mika shouted, her voice sharp. "Give that back!"

Shong ignored her, flipping through the pages. Mika's anger flared. She lunged at

him, but he dodged effortlessly. After three or four attempts, Mika's frustration boiled

over.

Instinctively, her Hatsu activated. A hand made of aura shot out from her body,

snatching the notebook from Shong's grasp and returning it to her. The room erupted

into chaos.

"Mika!" Nimuri exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and concern.

Mika swayed on her feet, exhaustion washing over her. The aura hand dissolved,

and she collapsed, the notebook clutched tightly to her chest.

As her vision faded, she heard Nimuri's voice, distant but firm. "She's not a

distraction, Shong. She's a prodigy."

Chapter 14

it's more like a time skeep of 6-7 months antile the next bit event

The sun hung high over Mitior City, its golden rays filtering through the dense canopy

of trees that surrounded the training grounds. Mika stood in the center of the

clearing, her hexagonal Nen eyes flickering faintly as she focused on the task at

hand. Sweat dripped down her forehead, her chest rising and falling with each

labored breath. Kiko stood nearby, her sharp hawk-like eyes watching intently. Zero

and Raiser were a few feet away, each practicing their own techniques. The air was

thick with the hum of aura, the energy palpable as the three young Nen users

pushed themselves to their limits.

"Focus, Mika," Kiko said, her voice calm but firm. "Your aura is an extension of

yourself. You need to feel it, guide it."

Mika clenched her fists, her brow furrowed in concentration. She could feel her aura,

a faint shimmering energy surrounding her body. But every time she tried to push it

outward, it felt like hitting a wall. Her Emission was weak, her aura barely extending

five inches from her body. It was frustrating, to say the least.

"I can't do it," Mika muttered, her frustration mounting. "It's like… it's like my aura

doesn't want to move."

Kiko sighed, her expression softening. "Emission is your weakest category. It's

natural to struggle with it. But that doesn't mean you can't improve."

Mika shook her head. "But how? I've been practicing for months, and I'm not getting

anywhere."

Kiko placed a hand on her shoulder. "Sometimes, progress is slow. But that doesn't

mean it's not happening. Keep at it, Mika. You'll get there."

The Routine

The past six months had been a whirlwind of training, learning, and growth for Mika.

Mitior City had become her new home, and the people around her—her new family.

Her days were filled with a rigorous routine, each moment dedicated to honing her

skills and pushing her limits.

Mika's mornings began with Nen training under Kiko's watchful eye. The three of

them—Mika, Zero, and Raiser—spent hours practicing En and Emission of

Expansion, learning to stretch their auras beyond their bodies. Zero was calm and

methodical, his lavender eyes glowing faintly as he demonstrated techniques.

Raiser, on the other hand, was fiery and competitive, always pushing Mika to do

better.

"You're too slow!" Raiser teased, dodging Mika's attacks with ease. But beneath his

playful demeanor was a fierce determination to help her improve.

Mika struggled with Emission, her aura barely extending five inches from her body.

But she refused to give up. She practiced late into the night, her hexagonal Nen eyes

glowing faintly in the darkness as she pushed herself to her limits.

After Nen training, Mika headed to Wong's dojo for martial arts lessons. Wong's

sharp amber eyes missed nothing, his voice firm but not unkind.

"Strength isn't just about power," Wong said one day, his hands moving fluidly as he

demonstrated a technique. "It's about control. Precision. You have to know when to

hold back and when to strike."

Mika's progress was slow but steady. She learned to channel her aura into her

strikes, to enhance her speed and strength. Raiser was always there to push her, his

golden hair glinting in the sunlight as they sparred.

In the evenings, Mika worked with Nimuri, Ryu, and Shong on advanced techniques.

Nimuri's lab became Mika's second home, filled with strange trinkets and books. Ryu

taught her about particle science and quantum mechanics, explaining how her

ability to manipulate matter worked on a fundamental level.

"You're not just conjuring objects," Ryu said one day, his sharp green eyes focused

on a block of Calcium Carbonate. "You're rearranging the building blocks of the

universe. You have to understand what you're working with."

Shong, on the other hand, focused on human biology, teaching Mika how to use

her ability to heal and enhance her own body. "Your Hatsu is a tool," he said, his

voice calm but firm. "But it's also a weapon. You need to know how to use it in both

ways."

Mika's Hatsu evolved over time. She learned to create aura hands to manipulate

objects from a distance, to replicate materials with precision. But she also learned

the limitations of her ability—the need for blueprints, the strain it put on her body.

The Call

The chapter ends with Mika, Zero, and Raiser at Kiko's place. They're sitting outside,

enjoying a rare moment of peace, when Kiko's phone rings. She steps away to take

the call, her expression unreadable.

Mika, Zero, and Raiser exchange curious glances. They can't hear much, but they

catch snippets of the conversation—something about an expedition team returning

from the lower floors.

When Kiko hangs up, she looks thoughtful. "That reminds me," she says, more to

herself than to anyone else. "Chrollo will want to meet her. I should probably give him

a call."

Mika's heart skips a beat. Chrollo? But before she can ask, Kiko dismisses them.

"Go on," she says, her voice firm. "It's getting late."

Mika and Raiser head to the teleporter. Raiser teleports to the second floor, where

the dojo and his house are, while Mika returns to the third floor. As she approaches

her home, she hears excited voices—one of them unfamiliar.

She opens the door and takes a step in …

the end , who will mika find behind that door, what is that unfamiliar voice , all youre

question will be answer in the next chapter .

Chapter 15

spark of love

(Mika's Perspective)

The sun had long set over Mitior City, but the third floor of the central tower was alive

with activity. Mika stepped into the room, her heart pounding as she took in the

scene before her. The space was filled with people, their faces lit with excitement.

Tables were laden with food, and the air was thick with the scent of spices and

laughter. And there, standing in the center, was a girl Mika had never seen before.

The girl had long, wavy hair that shimmered like silver, with faint streaks of green

that hinted at a dye long faded. Her eyes were striking—one a deep violet with a

snake-like ring around the iris, the other a milky white with a yin-yang shape etched

into it, a scar running through the lid. She was talking animatedly with Ryu, her voice

filled with energy. When she noticed Mika, she grinned.

"You must be Mika," she said, her voice warm but commanding. "I'm Lila. Ryu's

younger sister."

Mika blinked, her mind racing. *Lila?* She had heard Ryu mention her before, but

she hadn't expected her to be so… vibrant. Lila's presence filled the room, her

confidence almost intimidating.

"Uh… hi," Mika said, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt awkward under Lila's

gaze, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Lila tilted her head, her grin widening. "You're shorter than I expected. And cuter."

Mika's face turned bright red. "I—uh—thanks?"

Ryu rolled his eyes. "Don't mind her, Mika. She's always like this."

Lila laughed, a sound that was both melodic and mischievous. "Oh, come on, Ryu.

I'm just being friendly." She turned back to Mika, her violet eye sparkling. "So, Mika,

what's your deal? Ryu's told me a little about you, but I want to hear it from you."

Mika hesitated, unsure how to respond. "I… I'm just training here. Trying to get

stronger."

Lila's grin softened into a smile. "That's a good goal. I like that." She stepped closer,

her gaze intense. "You know, I think we're going to get along just fine."

As Lila spoke, Mika noticed something coiled around her arm—a snake, its scales

shimmering faintly in the light. It flicked its tongue, its eyes locking onto Mika's. She

froze, her breath catching in her throat.

Lila followed her gaze and chuckled. "Oh, don't mind him. That's just Venom. He's

harmless… mostly."

Mika swallowed hard, her heart racing. "He's… always there?"

Lila nodded, her expression softening. "Always. They're part of me." She reached up

to untie her hair, letting it fall around her shoulders. Instantly, her demeanor shifted.

The confident commander was gone, replaced by a shy, almost vulnerable girl.

"Sorry," Lila murmured, her voice quieter now. "I… I didn't mean to scare you."

Mika shook her head, her cheeks still flushed. "You didn't. I just… wasn't expecting

snakes."

Lila smiled faintly, her violet eye softening. "You'll get used to them. They're not so

bad once you get to know them."

Then Nimuri came back with a yelp of dinner ready , it's time for Celebrate !!!

The room buzzed with chatter as everyone gathered around the long table for dinner.

Plates of food were passed around—roasted meats, spiced vegetables, and

steaming bowls of rice. At the center of the table was a large carrot cake, its cream

cheese frosting glistening under the light.

Mika's eyes widened as she saw it. "Carrot cake?" she asked, her voice tinged with

surprise.

Lila, who was sitting across from her, grinned. "Yeah, it's my favorite. My mom used

to make it for me when I was little. I've loved it ever since."

Mika's heart skipped a beat. "My grandmother used to make it too. It's… it's my

favorite too."

Lila's grin widened. "Guess we have more in common than I thought."

As they ate, Mika found herself drawn to Lila's stories. She spoke of her adventures

in the lower floors, her voice animated and full of life. But there was a shadow in her

eyes, a hint of something darker that she didn't fully explain.

"So, what's it like down there?" Mika asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

Lila's expression darkened for a moment, but she quickly masked it with a smile.

"It's… intense. You never know what you're going to find. But it's worth it. The things

we've discovered… they could change everything."

Mika nodded, though she wasn't entirely sure what Lila meant. She glanced at the

snake coiled around Lila's arm, its eyes watching her intently. "Do they… do they

have names?"

Lila chuckled. "Of course. This one's Venom. The other one's Nen. They're my

partners."

Mika hesitated, then asked, "Can I… touch him?"

Lila's grin softened. "Sure. Just be gentle."

Mika reached out tentatively, her fingers brushing against Venom's scales. They

were cool and smooth, like polished stone. The snake flicked its tongue, as if

assessing her, then relaxed under her touch.

"He likes you," Lila said, her voice warm.

Mika smiled faintly, her heart swelling with a strange sense of connection. For the

first time in a long time, she didn't feel so alone.

as the mood was high in the sky , the celebration calmed down …

As the dinner wound down, Mika found herself sitting next to Lila on the balcony, the

cool night air brushing against their skin. The stars above were bright, their light

reflecting in Lila's violet eye.

"Thanks for tonight," Lila said, her voice quiet. "It's… it's nice to be home."

Mika nodded, her heart aching for the girl beside her. "I'm glad you're back."

Lila smiled faintly, her gaze distant. "Me too."

They sat in silence for a while, the weight of their shared pain hanging in the air.

Finally, Lila spoke again.

"You're pretty cool, you know that?"

as the small family relax drinking tea , ryu sleeping after dreenking to much ,

nimuri playing with his hair while comfortably laying her head on shong lap

whale he read something on his phone , lila playing with her snakes and mika

reading over shong shoulder when…

the sound of a phone ringing cut through the silence.

Shong, who had been sitting on the couch moved so nimuri lost her comfertable

pillow , shong answered it quickly and with a bit of worry it was 1 am who is calling

right now .

His face paled as he listened to the voice on the other end.

"What do you mean he's coughing blood?" Shong's voice was tense, his usual calm

demeanor shattered. "Raiser, slow down. Tell me exactly what's happening."

Nimuri's sharp eyes flicked to Shong, her expression unreadable. She stood, her

movements graceful but urgent. "Mika, Lila, go to bed. Now."

Mika didn't hesitate. She dident need an excuse to go to bed , to her room and

books , Mika walked strite to her bedroom door , but Lila lingered, her brow furrowed.

"Why? What's going on?"

Nimuri's voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. "No questions. Go to bed.

Now."

Lila frowned but followed Mika out of the room. As they walked down the hallway,

Lila muttered under her breath, "What's her problem?"

Mika reached their room first, climbing up to her bed as she heard the front door

slam shut. She wondered what had happened.

Lila asked with a mix of anger, annoyance, worry, and curiosity, "What happened?"

Mika didn't respond. She was too busy replaying the conversation in her head.

Coughing blood? Her stomach churned with worry, but she pushed the thought

aside. There was nothing she could do right now.

Then she heard the room door shut and the lock turn. She looked at Lila with

confusion, but Lila didn't pay her a glance. She started taking her clothes off.

The only light was shining through the window, illuminating Lila's form. Mika, as

observant as ever, noticed that Lila was topless. She blushed and made a small

squeaking sound, to which Lila responded with a snarky voice, "Like the view from

up there?"

Mika blushed even harder and shoved her face into a pillow.

After a few minutes of silence, Lila spoke:

"Goodnight, Mika," she said, her voice softer this time.

"Goodnight, Lila," Mika replied, her heart still racing.

Chapter 16

spark in the night

Mika lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Sleep eluded her, as it often did. Her

hexagonal Nen eyes flickered faintly, their automatic activation of Gyo making it

impossible to fully relax. She sighed, her mind racing with thoughts of her training,

her family, and the strange girl who had entered her life just hours ago.

A soft sound broke the silence—a muffled cry. Mika sat up, her heart racing. She

listened carefully, and the sound came again. It was coming from the lower bunk.

Mika hesitated for a moment before climbing down. Lila was curled up in bed, her

face twisted in pain. She was crying in her sleep, her body trembling.

"Lila?" Mika whispered, reaching out to shake her gently. "Lila, wake up."

Before Mika could react, one of Lila's snakes—Nen—struck, sinking its fangs into

Mika's arm. Mika bit her lip to stifle a cry, her body tensing as the snake drank her

blood. The pain was sharp, but Mika refused to scream.

Lila's eyes snapped open, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked around

wildly before her gaze settled on Mika. "Mika? What… what happened?"

Mika forced a smile, her voice trembling. "You were having a nightmare. Nen… bit

me."

Lila's eyes widened in horror. "Nen! Stop!" The snake immediately released Mika,

slithering back to Lila's side. "I'm so sorry, Mika. I didn't mean to—"

"It's okay," Mika interrupted, her voice soft but firm. "I'm fine."

Lila's lips curved into a small smile. "You're pretty cool, you know that?"

Mika's cheeks flushed. "I… uh… thanks."

Lila laughed softly, the sound warm and genuine. "I wasn't joking earlier, by the way.

You are cute."

Mika's face turned bright red. "I—uh—thanks?"

Lila grinned, her confidence returning. "So, we should go back to sleep."

Mika raised an eyebrow. "Can you sleep?"

Lila's grin faded. "Well, no… but that doesn't mean you—"

Mika cut her off with a surprisingly energetic voice. "I have insomnia. I can't really

sleep."

Lila tilted her head, a gesture Mika found inexplicably cute. Venom, the snake, coiled

around Lila's ear, and Mika made a mental note to ask about the snakes later. They

seemed bigger than she remembered.

With curiosity in her voice, Lila asked, "So, what do you do all night?"

Mika responded excitedly, "I mostly read or train my Nen. Do you like reading?"

Lila's expression softened, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "I can't read, but I love

stories. Maybe you can read me one?"

Mika instantly pulled out a book titled Maze Hunters. "This is one of my favorite

action books," she said, already flipping to the first page.

Without waiting for Lila's response, Mika began reading, her voice steady and clear.

Lila listened intently, her eyes never leaving Mika's face.

As Mika cept reading into the night Lila got sleeper and sleeper , at aroun 3 am Lila

slid from her position laying her head on Mika's shoulder to useing Mila's thighs as

pillows , Lila never had and will never have a better sleep than in that night .

Chapter 18: Warm Flame

Warm Flame a filler chapter i need to write it but its not important so going to

arc 6

The days following Lila's arrival blended into a rhythm that Mika hadn't realized she'd been missing.

Life in Mitior City had always been structured—training, studying, and the occasional sparring session

with Raiser or Zero. But with Lila around, everything felt… different. Lila brought a spark of

unpredictability, a warmth that Mika hadn't known she needed.

preview for arc 6

spider return to his nest

Canon Context from *Hunter x Hunter

How Chrollo Lost His Nen, How Chrollo Got His Nen Back,

Why Hisoka is Chasing Chrollo, What Hisoka Wants ?

How Chrollo Lost His Nen :

During the Yorknew City Arc, Chrollo Lucilfer's Nen was sealed by

Kurapika, a member of the Kurta Clan seeking vengeance against the Phantom Troupe.

Kurapika used his Chain Jail ability, which binds a target with Nen-enforced chains. The

condition for this ability was that it only works on members of the Phantom Troupe. If

Kurapika uses it on anyone else, he dies.

Chrollo was captured and forced into a state of Zetsu, completely cutting off his ability to

use Nen. Kurapika's Judgment Chain was also placed around Chrollo's heart, with the

condition that Chrollo could not use Nen or communicate with the Phantom Troupe. If he

broke these rules, the chain would pierce his heart and kill him.

How Chrollo Got His Nen Back :

Chrollo's Nen was restored during the greed island arc . He sought out the

Specialist Nen Exorcist, Abengane, to remove Kurapika's Judgment Chain.

However, exorcising the chain came at a cost: Chrollo had to give up his ability to

use Nen temporarily while the exorcism was performed.

Once the chain was removed, Chrollo regained access to his Nen and his

stolen abilities stored in *Bandit's Secret, his Hatsu. This allowed him to

return to full strength and continue leading the Phantom Troupe.

Hisoka risoning

his choises

Why Hisoka is Chasing Chrollo :

Hisoka Morow's obsession with Chrollo stems from his desire for a *thrilling,

life-or-death battle*. Hisoka is a battle maniac who lives for the excitement of

fighting strong opponents, and Chrollo is one of the few people he considers worthy

of his full attention.

What Hisoka Wants :

1. A Fair Fight:

Hisoka wants to fight Chrollo at his full strength, without any restrictions or

interference.

2. The Ultimate Challenge:

Chrollo's intelligence, strategic mind, and versatile Nen abilities make him the perfect

opponent for Hisoka.

3. Personal Obsession:

Hisoka sees Chrollo as his "prey" and is determined to defeat him, no matter the

cost.

Hisoka's pursuit of Chrollo culminates in their epic battle at Heaven's Arena, where

Chrollo uses a combination of stolen abilities to create a complex and deadly

strategy. Despite Hisoka's strength and cunning, Chrollo outmaneuvers him, leading

to Hisoka's temporary defeat. However, Hisoka's obsession doesn't end there—he

continues to hunt the Phantom Troupe, seeking revenge and another chance to fight

Chrollo.

Chapter 17

The Magician's Gambi

(Hisoka's Perspective)

The chase had been going on for weeks.

Hisoka Morow moved through the open field with the grace of a predator, his

golden eyes fixed on the figure ahead. Chrollo Lucilfer, the leader of the

Phantom Troupe, was always just out of reach, his dark coat billowing in the

wind like a shadow that refused to be caught.

Hisoka's lips curled into a grin as he followed, his steps light and deliberate.

He wasn't in a hurry. The thrill of the chase was almost as satisfying as the

fight itself. Almost.

The cool December air bit at his skin, but Hisoka barely noticed. His focus was

entirely on Chrollo, his mind racing with possibilities. What would it feel like to

finally face him in battle? To test his strength against the man who had eluded

him for so long? The thought sent a shiver of excitement down Hisoka's spine.

Chrollo suddenly came to a halt in the middle of the field, and Hisoka slowed

his pace, his curiosity piqued. The sound of a ringtone broke the stillness, and

Chrollo reached into his pocket, pulling out a cell phone.

Hisoka raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. *Interesting.*

He dropped to the ground, sitting cross-legged in the grass as if settling in for

a show. His arms folded tightly across his chest, and he pouted slightly, his

body language a mix of irritation and intrigue.

Chrollo answered the call, his voice calm and measured. "Hello?"

A warm, crackling voice came through the other end, too faint for Hisoka to

make out the words. But he didn't need to hear them. The way Chrollo's

expression softened ever so slightly told him everything he needed to know.

"No, Grandma," Chrollo replied. "I'm not busy. I can talk."

Hisoka's grin widened. *Grandma?* This was getting better by the minute.

The conversation continued, and Hisoka listened intently, his golden eyes

gleaming with amusement. When Chrollo mentioned the upcoming fight,

Hisoka perked up, his interest fully captured.

"It's fine," Chrollo said calmly. "I'll win."

Hisoka's grin faltered for a fraction of a second, replaced by a flicker of

irritation. *Overconfidence? Or certainty?* Either way, it only made him more

eager for the fight.

The call ended, and Chrollo tucked the phone away, his expression

unreadable once more. Hisoka remained seated, his gaze fixed on the man

before him.

Chrollo turned to face him, his dark eyes cold and focused. He raised a hand,

and his Bandit's Secret appeared in his grasp. The black book flipped open,

and the air around him grew heavy as a dark, ethereal Nen beast materialized

beside him.

Hisoka's eyes gleamed with intrigue as he studied the creature. Its form was

amorphous, shifting like smoke, but its glowing eyes burned with an ominous

intensity.

"This," Chrollo began, his voice steady and deliberate, "is an ability I've

avoided using until now. This Nen beast consumes five random pages from

my book—five of the abilities I've stolen. In exchange, it can do something far

more devastating than simply killing a person."

Hisoka's grin widened, his excitement growing with every word.

"It can erase a person's aura completely," Chrollo continued. "Not just their

Nen abilities, but their progress, training, and understanding of Nen.

Everything you've cultivated—gone. Your mastery of Nen will regress to that of

a newborn. And it's irreversible."

The words hung in the air, heavy and threatening. Hisoka's grin faltered for a

moment, but his curiosity burned brighter than ever.

"If you take another step toward me," Chrollo warned, "I will use this ability on

you."

Hisoka leaned back slightly, crossing his arms and pouting like a child denied

a toy. His gaze wandered to the horizon, and he muttered, "How boring…"

But inside, his mind was racing. The risk was exhilarating. The thought of

losing everything—his Nen, his strength, his very identity—was terrifying, but it

only made the prospect of victory sweeter.

Chrollo didn't react to Hisoka's antics. Instead, he reached into his coat and

retrieved two golden tickets. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed them onto the

ground in front of Hisoka.

Hisoka's eyes darted to the tickets, a glimmer of excitement replacing his pout.

"These are seats for our fight," Chrollo said. "Heaven's Arena. Eight months

from now."

Hisoka's grin returned, his lips curling upward as he lightly brushed the edges

of the tickets with his fingers.

"If you wait patiently for our fight and stop chasing me," Chrollo continued, "I

promise you a proper duel. To the death."

Hisoka tilted his head, his smile growing mischievous. "Oh? And if I don't?"

Chrollo's gaze sharpened. "If you don't, I'll destroy your Nen and the Nen of all

your interests."

The weight of Chrollo's ultimatum hung in the air. Hisoka's grin faltered for a

brief moment, but the excitement in his eyes remained.

Chrollo gave him one last, calculating look. "Think carefully. I'll see you in eight

months… if you can wait."

And with that, Chrollo vanished into the horizon, his form dissolving like

smoke.

Hisoka remained seated in the field, staring at the golden tickets. He let out a

soft laugh, his fingers tapping against his knees.

"What a fascinating gamble," he murmured. "Eight months… I can wait.

Maybe."

His grin widened as he leaned back, gazing at the sky. Though his patience

was thin, the promise of their fight was more than enough to keep him

entertained—at least for now.

Chapter 18

The Heart of Meteor City

(Chrollo's Perspective)

Meteor City was a place of contradictions.

To the outside world, it was a wasteland—a sprawling junkyard filled with the

discarded and forgotten. But to those who called it home, it was a sanctuary, a

labyrinth of secrets and survival. As Chrollo Lucilfer walked through its barren

outskirts, the air carried a sense of foreboding that only deepened his resolve.

His steps were measured, each one stirring faint echoes of memories he

rarely allowed himself to revisit. The cracked pavement beneath his feet, the

rusted skeletons of abandoned vehicles, the faint hum of life hidden beneath

the surface—it all felt familiar yet distant, like a dream he could barely grasp.

He entered a dense, foggy forest where ancient trees stood as silent

witnesses to the passage of time. The air was thick with the scent of damp

earth and decaying leaves, and the faint glow of bioluminescent fungi cast an

eerie light on the path ahead. One tree in particular, gnarled and massive,

drew his attention. Its roots twisted into the ground like the veins of some

great beast, and its bark was rough and weathered, etched with the marks of

countless storms.

Chrollo placed his hand on the tree's rough bark, his fingers tracing the

grooves as he whispered an incantation known only to a select few. The

ground beneath him shifted, and he felt the familiar pull of gravity as he was

swallowed into the hidden depths of the forest. The world above returned to its

eerie silence, as if erasing all evidence of his presence.

When he emerged, he found himself in a secret enclave deep within the

forest—a place that had once been his haven. The scent of damp earth and

the sight of faintly glowing fungi triggered a flood of memories. His gaze

wandered over familiar landmarks: a crooked tree where he and his friends

had once left their marks, a stream that had been their playground, and a

clearing where children now gathered, their laughter echoing the innocence he

had long left behind.

Among them, an older boy recited a story, his voice carrying the weight of

Meteor City's history. Chrollo's thoughts drifted to his younger self, listening

intently to Kiko's voice recounting the same tale.

The story told of Vladimir Valentine, a criminal exiled from society, who

wandered through an unforgiving desert with his daughter. Nearing the brink

of death, he stumbled upon the edge of a vast crater. Within it lay a modest

settlement, its inhabitants offering him and his child sanctuary. Moved by their

kindness, Vladimir vowed to repay them, and over the years, he became an

indispensable member of their community. His Nen ability, Earth Manipulation,

allowed him to fortify the settlement and shape its future. One day, when a

massive tsunami threatened to obliterate the city, Vladimir used the last of his

strength to seal the crater, protecting its people. Though he perished, his

legacy endured. The city—a sprawling underground labyrinth of over a

thousand floors—remained a sanctuary for outcasts.

Pulled back to the present, Chrollo observed the children as they dispersed,

their laughter fading into the forest. He resumed his journey, his path leading

him to an old, familiar house.

The door creaked open, and Kiko's face lit up with recognition. "Chrollo, my

dear!" she exclaimed, her voice warm and welcoming. She embraced him with

a strength that belied her age, and for a moment, Chrollo allowed himself to

relax, his guarded demeanor softening.

They spoke for hours, reminiscing about their shared past and reflecting on

the city's ever-changing landscape. Kiko's stories painted vivid pictures of their

childhood, sparking fleeting smiles from Chrollo.

Their conversation was soon interrupted by Kiko's grandchild, Zero, bursting

into the room with the boundless energy of youth. Kiko introduced the boy,

who regarded Chrollo with wide eyes before offering a polite but shy greeting.

The evening unfolded with Chrollo and Zero engrossed in a strategy game,

their competitive spirits clashing. Despite Zero's valiant effort, Chrollo claimed

victory, teasing the boy about honing his skills.

"You'll need your rest for the tournament tomorrow," Kiko reminded Zero, her

voice gentle but firm. She ushered him to bed, leaving Chrollo alone with his

thoughts.

As night deepened, Chrollo and Kiko walked to a secret entrance to the third

floor, where the elders' meeting awaited. The path was dark and winding, the

air thick with the scent of damp stone and ancient earth.

Chrollo's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as they walked. The elders'

meeting would decide the future of Meteor City, and he knew his presence

was crucial. But beneath the surface, a part of him longed for the simplicity of

his childhood, for the days when the city was his playground and Kiko's stories

were his only concern.

As they reached the entrance, Kiko placed a hand on his shoulder, her eyes

filled with a mixture of pride and concern. "Be careful, Chrollo. The elders are

not to be underestimated."

Chrollo nodded, his expression unreadable. "I know."

With that, he stepped into the darkness, his mind already shifting to the

challenges ahead.

To be continued…

Chapter 19

The Council Meeting

(Chrollo's Perspective)

The forest was cloaked in darkness as Chrollo Lucilfer moved silently through

the trees, his footsteps barely disturbing the damp underbrush. The faint glow

of bioluminescent fungi illuminated his path, casting an otherworldly light on

the gnarled roots and twisted branches that surrounded him. Ahead, hidden

beneath the massive roots of an ancient tree, was the entrance to Meteor

City's third floor—a place reserved for the city's most secretive and

consequential meetings.

Chrollo's mind was calm, his thoughts focused. He had been summoned to

this meeting, though he knew his presence would be met with resistance. The

elders were a proud and stubborn group, fiercely protective of their traditions

and wary of outsiders—even those who had risen from the city's own streets.

But Chrollo was no ordinary outsider. He was the leader of the Phantom

Troupe, a name that carried both reverence and resentment within Meteor

City.

As he descended into the cave, the air grew cooler, the faint hum of activity

from the second floor reaching his ears. The second floor was a hive of

activity, filled with educators, administrators, and caretakers who worked

tirelessly to maintain the fragile order of the city. Chrollo passed through

without a word, his presence unnoticed by most, though a few glanced his

way with a mix of curiosity and unease.

When he reached the third floor, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. The

chamber was vast, its high ceiling disappearing into shadows. The walls were

lined with glowing fungi, casting an eerie, greenish light over the space. At the

center of the room stood a long, rectangular table carved from dark stone,

surrounded by the elders of Meteor City. Each elder represented a faction or

held a significant role in the city's governance, their expressions ranging from

curiosity to outright hostility as Chrollo entered.

Before he could take his seat, a voice erupted, sharp and accusatory. "Why is

he* here? He has no right to attend this meeting!"

The voice belonged to Wong, one of the oldest and most respected elders. He

was a mountain of a man, standing at an imposing 6'5" with a broad, muscular

frame that seemed carved from stone. His presence was overwhelming, the

kind that filled a room the moment he stepped into it. His skin was a deep,

sun-kissed brown, weathered by years of exposure to the elements, giving

him a rugged, almost primal aura. Every movement he made was deliberate

and powerful, like a predator stalking its prey, yet there was a surprising grace

to him, a testament to his incredible athleticism and control.

Wong's face was striking, with sharp, angular features that exuded intensity.

His jawline was strong and defined, framed by a short, neatly trimmed beard

that added to his rugged charm. His nose was slightly crooked, as if it had

been broken a time or two, and his lips were often set in a firm, no-nonsense

line. But it was his eyes that truly captivated—narrow, piercing, and a vivid

shade of amber that seemed to glow with an inner fire. They were the eyes of

someone who had seen and endured much, yet still burned with an

unrelenting passion for life and competition.

Wong's hair was a wild, untamed mane of dark brown, streaked with lighter

tones from the sun. It was often tied back in a loose ponytail, though strands

frequently escaped to frame his face, adding to his untamed, almost feral

appearance. His eyebrows were thick and expressive, often furrowed in

concentration or raised in a challenge, as if daring anyone to cross him.

Kiko, ever the mediator, rose to her feet, her voice calm but firm. "Elder Wong,

each member of this meeting represents a faction or holds a significant role in

Meteor City. Chrollo is the leader of the strongest team to ever emerge from

our city. His presence is not only warranted but essential for today's

discussion."

Wong grumbled under his breath, his voice low but audible. "The Phantom

Troupe only brings problems."

Chrollo remained silent, his expression unreadable. He took his seat at the

table, his gaze sweeping over the assembled elders. Among them was Nimuri,

the current leader of Meteor City. She was a striking figure, her appearance

both elegant and commanding. Her vine-green hair cascaded down her back

in soft waves, and her eyes, reminiscent of cactus flowers, glowed with a quiet

intensity. She bore a striking resemblance to Nemuri Kayama from *My Hero

Academia, but her presence was uniquely her own—a blend of grace and

authority.

As the last members of the council settled into their seats, Nimuri stood, her

voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "We are here to discuss the

future of Meteor City. The challenges we face are greater than ever, and we

must be united in our decisions."

Chrollo leaned forward, his hands clasped on the table. "I propose a

solution—one that honors our past and secures our future."

All eyes turned to him, some curious, others skeptical. Wong crossed his

arms, his expression hardening. "And what, exactly, do you propose?"

Chrollo's gaze met Wong's, unwavering. "Post-Mortem Nen."

The room fell silent, the weight of his words hanging in the air. Post-Mortem

Nen was a rare and powerful phenomenon, a manifestation of a Nen user's

will that persisted after death. It was a gamble, but one Chrollo believed could

strengthen Meteor City's defenses.

"Wong," Chrollo continued, "your will and conviction to protect this city are

unmatched. If we can channel that into a Post-Mortem Nen ability, it could

serve as a lasting shield for Meteor City, much like Vladimir Valentine's

sacrifice centuries ago."

Wong's eyes narrowed, but he didn't interrupt.

Chrollo pressed on. "Vladimir gave his life to protect this city, and his legacy

endures to this day. Your strength and dedication could achieve the same. But

if, for any reason, the Post-Mortem Nen fails, I offer an alternative: I will

personally train Raiser, your grandson, to carry on your legacy."

At the mention of Raiser, Wong's expression softened slightly. Raiser was

Wong's pride and joy, a prodigy who had been training in martial arts and Nen

since the age of five. Now eleven, Raiser had already reached a level of skill

comparable to Gon during his core principles phase.

The room was silent as the elders considered Chrollo's proposal. Nimuri's

gaze was thoughtful, her cactus-flower eyes reflecting the dim light of the

chamber. Finally, she spoke. "Chrollo's plan is bold, but it is not without merit.

Wong, your strength and dedication are unquestionable. If anyone can

achieve Post-Mortem Nen, it is you. And if it fails, Raiser's training under

Chrollo would ensure our city's future remains secure."

Wong sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly as the weight of the decision

settled on him. "Very well," he said at last. "I will consider it."

Chrollo nodded, his expression calm but resolute. The meeting continued, but

the tension in the room had shifted. The elders began to discuss the logistics

of the plan, their voices blending into a low hum as Chrollo leaned back in his

seat, his mind already turning to the challenges ahead.

As the night wore on, Chrollo couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope. Meteor

City had always been a place of survival, but perhaps, with this plan, it could

become something more—a place of enduring strength and legacy.

To be continued…

Chapter 20

Echoes of the Past

(Chrollo's Perspective)

The meeting with the elders had left Chrollo with a strange mix of emotions.

As he and Kiko ascended from the third floor, the dim glow of the

bioluminescent fungi faded, replaced by the faint light of the first floor. The air

felt lighter here, less oppressive, though the weight of the decisions made

below still lingered in his mind.

Kiko walked beside him, her presence a comforting constant. She had always

been a grounding force in his life, a reminder of the simpler times before the

Phantom Troupe, before the weight of leadership had settled on his shoulders.

As they reached the first floor, she turned to him with a gentle smile.

"You should rest, Chrollo. It's been a long day," she said, her voice soft but

firm.

Chrollo nodded, though rest was the last thing on his mind. Still, he followed

her advice, making his way to the small room that had once been his. It was

exactly as he had left it years ago—sparse, with a narrow bed, a wooden

desk, and a shelf filled with old books and trinkets. The familiarity of it all was

both comforting and unsettling.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers brushing against the worn blanket.

His eyes wandered to the shelf, where a collection of voice-acting cassettes

sat neatly arranged. They were relics of a time when he and his friends had

dreamed of becoming voice actors, a fleeting passion that had been replaced

by the harsh realities of life in Meteor City.

Curiosity got the better of him. He reached for one of the cassettes and

inserted it into an old player. The sound of laughter filled the room, youthful

and carefree. It was his voice, along with Nobunaga and Machi, recording a

silly skit they had written together. The memories came flooding back—days

spent practicing lines, nights spent dreaming of a future that felt so far away

now.

For a moment, Chrollo allowed himself to smile. But the smile faded as the

recording ended, leaving the room in silence once more. He stood and walked

to the shelf, his fingers tracing the edge of the wood. Beneath it, hidden in a

secret compartment, was a small chest.

He hesitated before opening it. Inside was a photograph of

Sarasa

, his old

friend who had died years ago. Beside it was a letter from Machi, written

shortly after she had left to learn Nen. She had been the first to complete the

Age-Coming Ceremony, her training in martial arts under Wong giving her an

edge over the others.

Chrollo's fingers brushed over the letter, but he didn't read it. Some memories

were too painful to revisit. He closed the chest and placed it back in its hiding

spot, then lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling until sleep finally claimed

him.

The Next Morning

The first rays of sunlight filtered through the cracks in the walls, waking

Chrollo from a restless sleep. He dressed quickly, his mind already turning to

the day ahead. Wong had asked him to meet at the martial arts school on the

second floor, and Chrollo was curious to see what the old man had in store for

him.

As he made his way through the bustling streets of the second floor, he

passed by the shopping area. The scent of fresh fruit caught his attention, and

he stopped to buy an apple. The vendor, an elderly woman with kind eyes,

recognized him immediately.

"Chrollo Lucilfer," she said, her voice tinged with awe. "It's been a long time."

He nodded politely, paying for the apple before continuing on his way. The

school wasn't far, and soon he found himself standing outside its doors. The

sound of sparring echoed from within, and he pushed the door open to find

two children training under Wong's watchful eye.

One was a boy with golden hair and striking eyes that seemed to shimmer like

the rings of Saturn. The other was a girl with blonde hair tied in a braid, her

movements sharp and precise. Both were clearly skilled, but it was the boy

who caught Chrollo's attention.

The boy noticed him first, his eyes widening as he stopped mid-movement.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice curious but not afraid.

"I'm Chrollo," he replied, his tone calm. "And you?"

The boy hesitated, then straightened. "Raiser Li," he said, his voice firm

despite his youth.

The girl stepped forward next, her green eyes studying Chrollo with a mix of

curiosity and caution. "I'm Mika Sholitar," she said, her voice steady.

Chrollo could sense the potential in both of them, particularly in Mika. Her aura

was strong, though untapped, and he could tell she had a natural affinity for

Nen.

Before he could say more, Wong entered the room, his presence commanding

as always. "Good, you've met," he said, his voice gruff. "Chrollo, these two are

my students. Raiser is my grandson, and Mika is… well, she's special."

Chrollo raised an eyebrow. "And why am I here?"

Wong crossed his arms. "I want you to teach them Nen. At least until my plan

with the Post-Mortem Nen is finalized."

Chrollo's expression remained neutral, but his mind was already working. He

had no intention of committing to anything long-term, but the potential he

sensed in these children intrigued him.

"Show me your Ren," he said, his voice calm but firm.

Raiser didn't hesitate. In an instant, a massive surge of aura erupted from him,

filling the room with an overwhelming energy. Chrollo took a step back, his

eyes widening in surprise. The sheer amount of aura was staggering, far

beyond what he had expected from someone so young.

"Stop!" Wong barked, and Raiser immediately complied, the aura dissipating

as quickly as it had appeared. Wong walked over and smacked the boy lightly

on the back of the head. "That was dangerous, you idiot."

Chrollo, however, was impressed. He turned to Mika, who had remained calm

throughout the display. "And you?" he asked.

Mika nodded, then focused. Her Ren was more controlled, but no less

impressive. Her aura was sharp and precise, reflecting her disciplined nature.

Chrollo crossed his arms, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Very well. I'll teach

them."

chrollo observations

below

The Potential of Raiser and Mika

As the training session began, Chrollo quickly realized just how extraordinary

these children were.

Raiser Li:

Nen Type: Enhancer.

Potential: His aura output was monstrous, far exceeding far past he believed

was possible for a 12 year old. Chrollo had never seen someone so young

with such raw power.

Abilities: Though untrained, Raiser's natural talent for enhancement was

evident. as he uset sun and moon aswell he was a backup for chrollo , but

chrollo notest the wierd vabration his nen amited when he uset it , chrollo

knew that ment it wasent a ability fighting the user , he knew that raiser will

need alot of gaidens and training to make his one technique that suits him .

Mika Sholitar:

Nen Type: spasalist conjarer

Potential: Her aura controll is perfect except her emission , with a bit more

indurens training she will be unstable .

Abilities: Her ability to use a material to make other matirial was interesting in

theory she can make dirt into diamond , but her use of it is very interesting .

Zero Joins the Training

Later in the day, another child arrived—Zero, a boy with a mischievous grin

and a natural talent for strategy. He had heard about Chrollo's presence and

was eager to learn.

Chrollo watched as the three children sparred, their potential shining through

with every move. For the first time in a long while, he felt a flicker of

excitement. These children were the future of Meteor City, and he couldn't

help but feel a sense of responsibility toward them.

As the sun set, Chrollo found himself looking forward to the next day's training.

For now, at least, he had found a purpose—one that didn't involve death or

destruction, but growth and hope.

Key Emotional Beats :

Chrollo's Nostalgia: Revisiting his old room and memories of Nekles and Machi

adds depth to his character, showing his softer side.

Raiser's Power: The sheer magnitude of Raiser's aura shocks even Chrollo,

highlighting his immense potential.

Mika's Discipline: Her controlled aura and sharp movements impress Chrollo,

setting her apart as a natural talent.

Wong's Trust: Wong's decision to entrust Chrollo with his students shows the

respect he has for him, despite their differences.

Hope for the Future: The chapter ends on a hopeful note, with Chrollo finding

purpose in teaching the next generation.

Chapter 21

The Weight of Secrets

(Mika's Perspective)

The morning light filtered through the cracks in the wooden walls of the dojo,

casting long shadows across the training floor. Mika stretched, her muscles

still aching from yesterday's session with Chrollo. At 15, she was used to

pushing her body to its limits, but something about the way Chrollo trained

them felt different—more intense, more deliberate.

She glanced over at Raiser, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor, his

golden hair messy and his Saturn-like eyes half-closed. At 12, he was younger

than her, but his potential was undeniable. Mika had taken on the role of an

older sister to him, though she didn't share the same deep connection to

Wong that Raiser did. To her, Wong was a mentor, someone she respected

but didn't feel the same familial bond toward.

"Morning," she said, nudging Raiser with her foot.

He groaned, rubbing his eyes. "Too early," he mumbled, but a small smile

tugged at his lips.

Mika rolled her eyes but couldn't help smiling back. Despite his talent, Raiser

was still just a kid—a kid who hated mornings as much as anyone else.

They made their way to the training hall, where Chrollo and Wong were

already waiting. Mika had only met Chrollo the day before, but he had left a

lasting impression. He was tall and lean, with sharp features that gave him an

air of quiet authority. His dark hair framed his face, and his eyes—deep and

calculating—seemed to see right through her. There was something unsettling

about him, but also intriguing. He carried himself with a calm confidence that

made it clear he was someone to be respected, if not feared.

As they began their training, Mika couldn't help but notice the tension between

Chrollo and Wong. The two men exchanged few words, their interactions stiff

and formal. It was clear that Wong trusted Chrollo, but there was an

underlying unease that Mika couldn't quite place.

After a few hours of intense sparring, Wong called Chrollo aside. "We need to

talk," he said, his voice low.

Chrollo nodded, and the two men disappeared into Wong's office, closing the

door behind them.

Mika exchanged a glance with Raiser. The boy's eyes were wide with

curiosity, and she could tell he was thinking the same thing she was: *What

are they talking about?*

Without a word, they crept over to the office door, pressing their ears against

the wall. At first, the voices were muffled, but as they listened, the

conversation became clearer.

"I'm going to stop taking the meds," Wong said, his voice steady but heavy

with emotion. "It's time."

There was a pause, and then Chrollo's voice, calm and measured: "Are you

sure? Once we start this process, there's no going back."

"I'm sure," Wong replied. "I've lived long enough. It's time to let go."

Mika's heart skipped a beat. She glanced at Raiser and saw the color drain

from his face. The boy's hands trembled, and his eyes filled with tears. Before

she could say anything, he turned and ran, his footsteps echoing down the

hallway.

Mika didn't hesitate. She pushed open the office door, her green eyes blazing

with anger.

"What the hell is wrong with you two?" she shouted, her voice trembling with

emotion. "Do you even care about how Raiser feels? Or Shang? Did you think

about them at all before deciding to just give up?"

Wong and Chrollo turned to her, their expressions unreadable. Wong opened

his mouth to speak, but Mika cut him off.

"You're idiots," she said, her voice cracking. "Both of you."

Without waiting for a response, she stormed out of the office, her mind racing.

She had to find Raiser.

Finding Raiser :

Mika searched the dojo, her heart pounding in her chest. She finally found

Raiser in the small cave behind the school, a hidden spot they often used to

escape when things got too overwhelming. He was sitting on the ground, his

knees pulled to his chest, his face buried in his arms.

Zero was already there, sitting quietly beside him. The boy looked up as Mika

approached, his expression somber.

"Hey," Mika said softly, sitting down on Raiser's other side.

He didn't look up, but his voice was barely a whisper. "He's just going to leave

us. Just like that."

Mika's chest tightened. She didn't know what to say, so she just sat there, her

presence a silent comfort.

After a while, Raiser wiped his eyes and looked at her. "What are we going to

do?"

Mika took a deep breath. "We'll figure it out," she said. "Together."

She glanced at Zero, who gave her a small nod. They might not have all the

answers, but they had each other—and for now, that was enough.

Key Emotional Beats :

Mika's Perspective: The chapter gives insight into Mika's thoughts and feelings,

showing her protective nature and emotional depth.

Chrollo's Description: From Mika's perspective, Chrollo is enigmatic and

intimidating, but also intriguing.

Wong's Decision:The revelation that Wong is stopping his medication and

preparing for death adds emotional weight to the story.

Raiser's Reaction: His tears and despair highlight his vulnerability and the deep

bond he shares with Wong.

Mika's Outburst: Her anger and frustration show her strong sense of justice and

loyalty to her friends.

The Cave Scene:The moment in the cave with Raiser and Zero adds a layer of

camaraderie and support, showing the strength of their bond.

next chapter we go back a abit to have some of

the story from zero perspective

Chapter 22

The Lavender Domain

(Zero's Perspective)

The night Chrollo Lucilfer arrived in Meteor City, Zero was wide awake. His

Knowledgeable Domain—a sphere of lavender-tinted aura extending 84 meters in

every direction—was always active, a constant hum of information flowing into his

mind. He could feel the presence of everyone in the house: his grandmother, Kiko,

moving quietly in the kitchen, the faint hum of Nen from the elders' meeting on the

third floor, and the occasional rustle of Spider, the family dog, in the corner.

When Chrollo entered the house, Zero's domain immediately picked up on his aura.

It was calm but intense, like a storm waiting to break. Zero had heard stories about

the leader of the Phantom Troupe—his cunning, his power, his enigmatic

presence—but meeting him in person was something else entirely.

They had an arm-wrestling match that night. Zero had challenged Chrollo, partly out

of curiosity and partly to prove himself. Chrollo had accepted with a faint smile, his

dark eyes glinting with amusement.

The match was over quickly. Zero's strength was impressive for a 12-year-old, but

Chrollo's experience and control were unmatched. When Zero's arm hit the table,

Chrollo leaned back, his expression unreadable.

"Not bad," Chrollo said, his voice calm but with a hint of approval. "You've got

potential."

Zero's cheeks flushed, but he didn't respond. He couldn't tell if Chrollo was being

genuine or just humoring him.

next morning zero morning and day to day routine

Zero woke up early, the faint lavender tint of his domain still coloring the room. He

dressed quickly, pulling on his dark, emo-inspired clothes—black pants, a purple

hoodie, and fingerless gloves. His spiky dark purple hair was messy, but he didn't

care.

At breakfast, Kiko sat across from him, her violet-streaked hair tied back in a loose

bun. She was sipping tea, her sharp eyes watching him over the rim of her cup.

"You're quiet this morning," she said, her voice soft but probing.

Zero shrugged, poking at his food. "Just thinking."

"About Raiser?"

Zero's cheeks flushed, and he glared at her. "No."

Kiko chuckled, her eyes twinkling. "You're a terrible liar, Zero."

He rolled his eyes and finished his breakfast in silence.

He got ready for school and left for the second floor.

At school, Zero zoned out during class, his mind drifting to Raiser. The boy had been

on his mind all morning, ever since he'd seen him running toward the cave behind

the school.

"Zero!"

The sharp voice of his teacher snapped him back to reality. A chalk stick flew toward

him, and he caught it effortlessly, his reflexes honed from years of training.

"Answer the question on the board," the teacher said, her tone stern.

Zero glanced at the board, his domain instantly providing the answer. "The square

root of 144 is 12," he said, his voice flat.

The teacher sighed but nodded, letting him off the hook.

Around 11 a.m., Zero saw Raiser running toward the cave again. His heart skipped a

beat, and he raised his hand.

then Professor Halti walk into the classroom

The chalk snapped against the blackboard as Professor Halti droned on about Nen

types. Zero's knee bounced under the desk, his bracelet buzzing faintly against his

wrist - a warning that his Knowledge Domain was straining against its artificial limits.

Raiser ran out twenty-three minutes ago.

His left shoelace was untied.

He never cries unless–

Zero's chair screeched as he stood. "Bathroom," he muttered to no one in particular.

The hallway stretched like a lavender tunnel in his peripheral vision, the Domain

already pressing against the edges of his control.

A janitor's mop bucket whispered about spilled juice in Classroom 4-B. A lost pencil

whimpered about being dropped at 9:37 AM. Zero kicked it aside.

The bathroom door swung shut behind him with a hollow bang.

For three seconds, he just breathed, forehead pressed to the cracked mirror.

His reflection had dark circles under its eyes - the Domain never slept, even when he

did.

With a twist of his wrist, the Nen-absorbing bracelet clattered into the sink. The

release hit like a sugar rush:

POP - a faucet drip remembering its birth in a factory furnace

HISS - steam ghosts from last week's showers

SCRITCH - ants in the walls arguing about crumb rights

Zero gripped the sink.

"Why did Raiser cry?"

he demanded, voice bouncing off piss-stained tiles.

The answers came like thrown rocks:

("--math test blues--") - from a doodle in stall three

("--she'll never love me--") - a graffitied heart near the urinals

("--dig deeper sisters--") - the ant colony's war chant

"Fucking ants," Zero snarled, slamming his fist into the paper towel dispenser. The

metal dented with a satisfying crunch that temporarily silenced the voices.

He was out the window before the last echo faded, sneakers hitting packed earth.

The Domain pulsed ahead of him like a bloodhound, following the fading lavender

glow of Raiser's distress toward the caves.

Somewhere behind him, a teacher called his name. Somewhere below him, ants

kept digging. Zero ran faster.

Zero stood at the mouth of the cave, the damp earth crunching under his shoes. He

took a steadying breath, the lavender haze of his Knowledge Domain pulsing in time

with his heartbeat. This time, he asked with measured control:

"Why did Raiser cry?"

The answer came sharp and clear, cutting through the usual mental static:

("—can't lose Gramps too—")

The thought hit with the weight of a gut punch, carrying the metallic taste of

swallowed tears and the scent of the medicinal balm Wong always used after

training. Raiser's raw fear, unfiltered by pride or bravado.

Zero stepped into the cave's darkness, Venom tightening around his wrist like a living

compass needle pointing toward heartbreak. The Domain's glow intensified as he

moved deeper, painting the stone walls in violet echoes of recent passage - here a

scuff mark from Raiser's shoe, there a tear-salted handprint barely five minutes old.

He found him curled against the farthest wall, knees drawn up like a child pretending

to be small. The Domain whispered of salt stains on denim, of fingernails biting palm

flesh, of the exact number of times (seventeen) Raiser had wiped his face on his

sleeve.

The cave was quiet, the only sound was the faint drip of water from the ceiling.

Raiser was sitting on the ground, his knees pulled to his chest. His golden hair was

messy, and his Saturn-like eyes were red from crying.

Zero hesitated for a moment, then walked over and sat down beside him.

"Hey," he said softly.

Raiser didn't look up, but his shoulders relaxed slightly.

Zero reached out, his fingers brushing against Raiser's hand. "You okay?"

Raiser shook his head, his voice barely a whisper. "No."

Zero's heart ached. Without thinking, he leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to

Raiser's forehead.

Raiser blinked, his eyes wide with surprise. "What was that for?"

Zero's face turned bright red. "I… I don't know. Just… wanted to."

Raiser tilted his head, his expression innocent and oblivious. "Oh. Okay."

Zero groaned internally. *Of course he doesn't get it.*

mika was after zero but she let them have a few minits alone ,

Mika walked into the cave a few minutes later, her green eyes scanning the scene.

She raised an eyebrow when she saw Zero's flushed face but didn't comment.

"What happened?" she asked, kneeling beside Raiser.

Raiser explained, his voice shaky. Mika listened quietly, then placed a hand on his

arm. Her Nen flared, and the bruises on Raiser's arm faded.

They stayed in the cave for a while, talking quietly as the sun began to set.

it was getting dark so they probably should head home …

When it was time to leave, Zero and Mika walked Raiser to his home behind the

dojo. Raiser fell asleep almost immediately, his exhaustion finally catching up to him.

As they walked back toward Mika's house, the silence between them was awkward

but not uncomfortable.

"So," Mika said, a sly smile playing on her lips. "You like Raiser, huh?"

Zero's face turned bright red. "W-what? No!"

Mika laughed, her voice light and teasing. "Good luck. He's as oblivious as a golden

retriever."

Zero groaned, but he couldn't help smiling. "Yeah. I'll need it."

They laughed all the way to the teleporter, where Mika headed to the third floor and

Zero returned to his home on the first floor.

when he got home thair was a great smell of his grandmother cooking

At dinner, Zero sat across from Chrollo, his mind still buzzing with thoughts of Raiser.

"You're quiet tonight," Chrollo said, his tone casual but observant.

Zero shrugged. "Just tired."

Chrollo nodded, his dark eyes studying Zero for a moment before he returned to his

meal.

After dinner, Zero went to bed, his domain still active but muted by the Nen-canceling

bracelet on his wrist. As he drifted off to sleep, his last thought was of Raiser's

innocent smile and the kiss he hadn't understood.

Chapter 23

Knowledge is Power

(zeroʼs

Perspective)

The training field was empty save for the rhythmic thud of Raiserʼs fists against

the reinforced dummy and the occasional crackle of Mikaʼs conjured materials

reforming.

Zero sat cross-legged beneath the shade of a twisted ironwood tree, his

lavender eyes tracking their movements without interest.

His fingers absently traced the grooves of his Nen-suppressing bracelet

a habit when the Domainʼs whispers grew too loud.

Raiserʼs left foot drags 0.8 inches on his pivot habit from last monthʼs ankle

sprain.

Mikaʼs conjured steel has a 12% impurity rate-sheʼs distracted.

A shadow fell across him.

"Youʼre not training with them.ˮ

Zero didnʼt need to look up to know Chrollo stood there, his aura coiled like

smoke. "Iʼm the plan guy, not the fighting guy,ˮ Zero muttered, flicking a

pebble. "Numbers beat muscles.ˮ

Chrolloʼs silence was heavier than disapproval. It was a calculation.

"Knowledge is power,ˮ he said at last, kneeling beside Zero. "But you wield

yours like a librarian, not a tactician.ˮ

Zeroʼs head snapped up.

Chrolloʼs smile was knife-thin. "Your Domain sees everything. Have you tried

weaponizing* the flood?ˮ

Lesson One: Information Overload :

Chrolloʼs first exercise was brutal in its simplicity:

1. Expand the Domain to its full 84-meter radius.

2. Invert the flow. Instead of receiving data, *force-feed* it.

3. Target: Chrollo himself.

Zeroʼs first attempt was a failure. The Domain recoiled like a startled animal,

dumping disjointed trivia into his own mind instead:

Chrolloʼs coat has 47 stitches. The soil pH is 6.2. Raiserʼs heartbeat is 112 BPM

after that last combo

"Focus,ˮ Chrollo chided. "Youʼre a Specialist. Your Nen doesnʼt fight you—it is

you.ˮ

The second attempt struck true.

Info Overload Activated.

Chrollo staggered as the Domain vomited a lifetime of useless minutiae into his

mind:

- The atomic weight of tungsten

- The name of the barista who served him coffee in Yorknew City three years

ago

- The exact thread count of Hisokaʼs clown pants

For the first time in recorded history, the Phantom Troupeʼs leader flinched.

Zero cut the technique, panting. "Told you it was vile.ˮ

Chrollo massaged his temples. "…Iʼd rather take a punch from Uvogin.ˮ

Lesson Two: Braid Shaker

:

"Your second flaw,ˮ Chrollo continued, "is assuming combat requires

physicality.ˮ He unsheathed a dagger and tossed it to Zero. "Stab me.ˮ

Zero blinked. "What?ˮ

"You heard me.ˮ

The blade passed harmlessly through Chrolloʼs afterimage as he sidestepped.

"Again.ˮ

Ten attempts. Ten misses.

Chrollo tsked. "Youʼre thinking like a brawler. Use the Domain.ˮ

Zeroʼs eyes narrowed. He expanded the Domain not to attack, but to *predict*.

Chrolloʼs weight shifts 0.3 seconds before he moves

His left shoulder dips when fainting right

On the eleventh strike, the dagger grazed Chrolloʼs sleeve.

Braid Shaker: A predictive combat mode where the Domain calculates an

opponentʼs movements by analyzing micro-shifts in posture, aura flow, and

even subconscious tells.

"Better,ˮ Chrollo conceded. "Now survive this.ˮ

He vanished.

Zero barely raised his arms in time as Chrolloʼs knee slammed into his guard.

The Domain screamed warnings:

Right ribcage fracture in 2 hits

Disarm attempt incoming

He twisted, letting the Domain guide his body like a marionette. For three

glorious seconds, he *matched* Chrolloʼs rhythm

Then a palm strike sent him skidding across the dirt.

The Walk Home :

Dusk painted Meteor City in rust and shadow as Zero limped toward Kikoʼs

house, his mind buzzing with exhaustion. The Domain flickered weakly, its

usual lavender haze reduced to embers.

Stupid, he thought. Shouldʼve saved energy.

A scrap of conversation floated from an alleyway Lilaʼs voice, sharp with

frustration:

"if I canʼt even make *dough* right, how am I supposed to?ˮ

Zero paused. The Domain fed him glimpses: Lila crouched over a ruined ball of

dough, flour streaked across her scarred cheek. A stranger loomed over her

tall, with a chefʼs knife strapped to his thigh. New character.

Before he could investigate, a sack dropped over his head.

Again?!

A blunt object answered his unspoken complaint.

Darkness.

Key Developments:

Zeroʼs Combat Awakening: Info Overload and Braid Shaker establish his unique

fighting style psychological warfare and predictive analytics.

Chrolloʼs Teaching: Reveals his unnerving ability to identify and exploit latent

potential, even in Nen types he doesnʼt possess.

Lilaʼs Subplot: Her culinary struggles tie into Mikaʼs homeland recipes, while the

mysterious chef hints at a new faction.

Kidnapping Hook: Zeroʼs abduction sets up Arc 8ʼs central conflict, with his

Domain as both liability and lifeline.

Next Chapter Preview: The kidnappers didnʼt account for one thing a Knowledge

Domain user wakes up faster when his brain is hardwired to analyze threats. Also:

Lilaʼs falafel disaster accidentally summons a food-based Nen beast.

Chapter 24

Cooking Teams in the Shadows

Zeroʼs Perspective)

The Cave of Misfit Ingredients

Zero came to with a groan, his skull throbbing in time with his heartbeat.

The ground beneath him was cold stone, and the air smelled of damp earth and

something… spicy?

Kidnapped. Again.

He didnʼt bother opening his eyes yet. His Knowledge Domain was already

feeding him details:

Location: Abandoned storage cave, third sublevel of Meteor Cityʼs eastern

market sector.

Ambient Noise: Muffled arguing, the clatter of cookware, and the distinct sizzle

of something burning.

Odors: Charred dough, cardamom, and the faint metallic tang of blood.

Tym must be here.

A voice cut through the haze—sharp, impatient, and dripping with aristocratic

disdain.

"I still donʼt see why we needed him."

Zero cracked one eye open.

Two figures emerged from the shadows at the far end of the cave. The first

was tall, lean, and dressed in clothes that cost more than most Meteor City

homes. His blonde dreads were tied back with a silk ribbon, and his pink eyes

gleamed with the unmistakable sheen of dollar signs—literally. The pupils were

tiny, polished coins, reflecting the dim lantern light.

Next to him, practically vibrating with restless energy, was a smaller boy with

wild blonde curls and eyes like smoldering coals. The red in his irises pulsed

faintly, like embers threatening to reignite. His fingers drummed against his

thighs, leaving tiny scorch marks on the fabric.

Gamma and Tym Okuwa.

Zero exhaled through his nose. Of course.

Gamma adjusted his cuffs, nose wrinkling. "This cave is filthy. Couldnʼt we have

just asked him?"

Tym grinned, revealing a missing tooth. "Whereʼs the fun in that?" His voice

cracked mid-sentence, and his eyes flickered brighter—40% red now.

Zero sat up slowly, rubbing his temple. "You two realize kidnapping is overkill

for a grocery list, right?"

Gamma sniffed. "Itʼs not kidnapping. Itʼs tactical recruitment."

Tym nodded sagely. "With bonus concussions."

Before Zero could retort, two more figures stepped into the light.

The Indigo Duo

First, the older one—a mountain of a man with a beard like a tangled fishing net

and a belly that suggested heʼd eaten every failed dish heʼd ever made. His

dark blue eyes were star-patterned, the pupils ringed with tiny, shimmering

points like constellations. Flour dusted his apron, which read "Kiss the Cook At

Your Own Risk)."

Behind him, a younger version—same starry eyes, same stubborn chin, but

with fewer stains and more muscle. He carried a cleaver the way most people

carried pens: like it was an extension of his hand.

Popi and Appa Indigo.

Popi clapped his hands together, sending a puff of spice into the air. *"Ah! The

brain of the operation awakens!"* His voice boomed, rich with an Indian

accent thicker than his signature curry.

Appa nodded, deadpan. "Sorry about the head trauma. Lila said youʼd say no if

we asked nicely."

Zeroʼs eyelid twitched. "Sheʼs not wrong."

A sudden chill crept up his spine.

The Twins

From the darkest corner of the cave, two figures materialized—one wreathed in

faint steam, the other trailing frost.

The first was a girl with crimson hair tied in a braid, her right eye a swirling

snowflake against a backdrop of fiery orange. She licked marshmallow residue

off her fingers, and the air around her warped with heat.

The second was her mirror opposite—pale hair, icy blue left eye marked with a

tiny flame, and a smirk that promised trouble. He held a jug of water that had

frozen solid in his grip.

Pi and Sho.

Pi blew a strand of hair out of her face. "So. Youʼre the nostalgia expert."

Sho tilted his head. "Can your Domain *taste* memories, or is that just creepy

metaphor?"

Zero opened his mouth—

"Enough."

A fifth shadow peeled itself from the wall.

Lila Or: The Mastermind Behind This Mess)

She stepped forward, flour streaked across her cheek like war paint. Her

silver-green hair was piled into a haphazard bun, held in place by what looked

like a snake-shaped hairpin (which, knowing Lila, might actually be a snake).

One violet eye—the one with the yin-yang scar—narrowed at him. The other,

milky white and snake-slit-pupiled, gleamed with something between

desperation and determination.

Lila Sholitar.

Zero groaned. "Let me guess. This is about Mika."

Lila crossed her arms. "Sheʼs been moping for *weeks*. Ever since the

solstice."

"So you *kidnapped* me to—what? Bake her a cake?"

"Falafel, actually," Popi supplied.

"With carrot cake for dessert," Appa added.

Gamma sighed. "Assuming we donʼt burn down the city first."

Tymʼs eyes flared to 60% red. "I call dibs on the explosives if we do!"

Lila ignored them, stepping closer to Zero. Her voice dropped, low and urgent.

"You *know* her. Youʼve seen her memories with your Domain. I need—"

"You need help," Zero finished flatly.

Silence.

Then, with the grace of a condemned man, he dragged a hand down his face.

"Fine. But Iʼm charging for this."

Lilaʼs grin was all teeth. "Welcome to Operation: Comfort Food."

Post-Scene Tease

Outside the cave, unseen by the team...)

A single page fluttered in the wind, caught on a jagged rock.

Next Up: Chapter 25 – "An Amazon Tries to Cook" Featuring: Black-market

honey, Raiserʼs accidental soufflé, and why is the kitchen on fire.)

Chapter 25

Culinary Combat Training

(lila or narato prespective)

The first rays of dawn painted Meteor City's junk-metal skyline in rust and gold as

Lila Sholitar faced her greatest challenge yet - a sack of flour that stared back at her

with silent judgment.

"First lesson," Appa Indigo announced, rolling up his flour-dusted sleeves, the

star-shaped pupils in his dark blue eyes glinting with amusement. "Dough doesn't

respond well to death threats."

Lila's mismatched eyes narrowed. One violet with its yin-yang scar, the other milky

white with a serpent's slit pupil - both currently burning with competitive fury. She

could track prey through pitch-black tunnels, disarm a man with his own belt buckle,

and once took down a wild boar using nothing but a soup ladle. How hard could

baking possibly be?

Famous last thoughts.

Across the makeshift kitchen (an abandoned cafeteria they'd "borrowed"), Popi

hummed an off-key tune as he measured spices with hands that had seen more

battles than most soldiers. The old man's belly shook with laughter when Lila's first

attempt at cracking an egg resulted in shell fragments embedded in the ceiling.

"Reminds me of your mother's first cooking lesson," he chuckled to Appa. "She set

the kitchen on fire trying to boil water."

Appa sighed, the ghost of a smile playing across his usually stoic face. "And yet you

still married her."

The Market Mayhem

Three levels above in the black market bazaar, Zero's Knowledge Domain pulsed

like a migraine.

"Vendor Four's walnuts were harvested two seasons ago," he muttered, rubbing his

temple where the kidnapping headache still throbbed. "But Vendor Seven has Hunter

Association stock. Stolen, but fresh."

Beside him, Gamma Okuwa adjusted his silk cuffs with a sniff that could wither

flowers. At sixteen, he carried himself with the aristocratic disdain of a king slumming

it in a peasant revolt. His blonde dreads were tied back with what looked

suspiciously like actual gold thread, and his pink eyes gleamed with literal dollar

signs in their pupils.

"If we're consuming stolen goods," Gamma declared, flicking a 1745 Kakin gold coin

at a trembling spice merchant, "they might as well be premium." The coin spun

through the air, its surface catching the dim light as it arced perfectly onto the

counter.

Tym, Gamma's twelve-year-old walking disaster of a brother, was already causing

havoc three stalls down. His wild blonde curls bounced as he sniffed a chili pepper

the size of his fist, his eyes - currently at 60% blood-red saturation - gleaming with

mischief.

"Hey Zero," Tym called, poking the pepper with a grubby finger. "If I eat this, will my

blood explode?"

Zero didn't even look up from inspecting a sack of brown sugar. "No."

Gamma sighed. "Don't you da-"

Too late.

The resulting fireball sent market-goers diving for cover as Tym ran in circles

screaming, his eyes now flashing at 90% red. Pi, ever helpful, used the flames to

roast a batch of almonds in her bare hands while Sho sighed and froze a fleeing

pickpocket's shoes to the ground with a touch.

"Ethical crowd control," Sho deadpanned as the would-be thief faceplanted into a

pile of rice sacks.

The Kitchen Catastrophe

Back in their makeshift kitchen, the air hung thick with the scent of burning...

something. Lila stood amidst a snowstorm of flour, her silver-green hair now more

white than silver, her hands buried wrist-deep in what was supposed to be dough but

currently resembled construction mortar.

"Knead gently," Appa demonstrated, his massive hands moving with the lethal

precision of a master assassin. "Like you're breaking a man's neck. Slowly. With

love."

Lila's attempt produced a sound disturbingly similar to cracking bones. Popi winced

from his perch on a flour barrel where he was stirring a pot of honey that smelled

suspiciously like it had been liberated from a Hunter Association outpost.

"Perhaps... less enthusiasm?" the old man suggested, his starry eyes twinkling.

Lila growled, sending another puff of flour into the air. "I've cooked rat stew over

open flames in the lower tunnels. Why is this harder?"

"Because," Appa said solemnly, rescuing the dough from her murderous grip, "the

flour fights back."

A resounding crash came from the corner where Pi was attempting to speed-bake by

superheating the oven with her bare hands. The metal glowed cherry red as Sho

sighed and iced the smoking cabinet door before the whole place went up in flames.

"Third-degree burns ruin the texture," Sho informed his sister helpfully, his

flame-patterned eye twitching.

Pi blew a strand of crimson hair from her face. "You're no fun."

The Final Test

By the time the sun dipped below Meteor City's jagged skyline, their kitchen looked

like a warzone. Flour coated every surface like fresh snowfall. Eggshell shrapnel

decorated the ceiling. Something that might have once been a wooden spoon

smoldered in the corner.

But in the center of the devastation sat a single, perfect carrot cake.

Golden. Moist. Flawlessly symmetrical. The cream cheese frosting glistened under

the lantern light like fresh-fallen snow, the delicate swirls almost too beautiful to eat.

Lila stared. Her flour-dusted hands trembled slightly from exhaustion, her muscles

ached from hours of culinary combat, and there was definitely cinnamon in places

cinnamon should never be. But none of that mattered.

Popi wiped an actual tear from his starry eye. "It's a miracle."

"Told you I could do it," Lila smirked, though the expression softened as she studied

their creation. The cake smelled like Mika's childhood - like stolen moments of

warmth in a cold world.

Tym peered at the masterpiece, his eyes flickering to 80% red. "Can we -"

"No explosions," three voices chorused.

Gamma adjusted his cuffs with a sniff. "We'll have it properly boxed. With a ribbon."

"And a knife," Pi added cheerfully. "For eating. Not stabbing. Probably."