I'm Really Not A Nen Exorcist (HxH Fanfic)

The voice coming from the walkie-talkie had no apparent connection to Illumi.

But Moses was able to immediately determine that the person who spoke was Illumi, so he was able to swiftly set a big trap for Hisoka.

Of course…

Moses wasn't just baiting Hisoka for fun, as he had a specific plan in mind.

On the other end of the walkie-talkie, Illumi, unaware of the situation, couldn't suppress his killing intent after hearing Moses's accusation.

His disturbingly strange bro-con attribute is evident from this.

"Hisoka, what did you do?"

Illumi's voice oozed with killing intent as he addressed the walkie-talkie, his pitch-black eyes glinting dangerously.

On the grass…

Listening to Illumi's voice that did not conceal his killing intent, Hisoka did not answer immediately. Instead, he slowly looked at Moses, who was smiling at the moment.

Used Nen to attack Killua?

Well, that's not wrong.

It is true that he had used his Nen Ability on Killua earlier, and this is an irrefutable fact.

But as for whether he should confess this to Illumi...

For the moment, Hisoka was more intrigued by something else entirely.

"I didn't do anything♡."

Raising the walkie-talkie, Hisoka calmly replied.

Illumi didn't believe it, or rather, he could tell that Hisoka was hiding something, so he asked directly, "Then what are you 'hiding'?"

"You got me ♡."

Hisoka admitted without hesitation, and then said in a light tone: "But it has nothing to do with what you're concerned about ♧."

"…"

Illumi fell silent for a moment, knowing that there was no need for Hisoka to beat around the bush on such matters, but the killing intent that emerged from the bottom of his heart remained undiminished.

"In that case, I need to confirm something."

"Ask whatever you want, but hurry up, because I'm in the middle of... screeeeeech."

While talking, Hisoka scratched the walkie-talkie with his fingernails, making a harsh sound, and said to himself in confusion: "Huh? Weird, no signal..."

After saying that, he crushed the walkie-talkie with his bare hands, allowing the fragments to scatter to the ground.

Having dealt with Illumi's intrusion so simply, Hisoka ignored the murderous presence of a certain young man in the vicinity, his eyes still fixed on Moses.

It must be known that...

Before Illumi took part in the Hunter Exam, not only did he change his appearance, but his voice also underwent a drastic change.

However, Moses was able to determine in a very short time that the person on the other end of the walkie-talkie was Illumi.

It was this fact that now piqued Hisoka's curiosity.

He was intrigued by how Moses could possess such specific knowledge.

"I need to confirm something."

At this moment, an icy voice rang out.

Hearing it, Hisoka's face, resembling that of a pig, twitched slightly.

That exact phrase was what Illumi had just said to him.

Now, the one who said this was Kurapika.

After hearing the word 'Phantom Troupe', the orphan of the Kurta Clan had struggled to maintain his composure.

Even though he had witnessed Hisoka's strength that was like an insurmountable chasm, Kurapika had no intention of retreating at all. Gripping his twin wooden swords tightly, he advanced step-by-step toward Hisoka.

Moses glanced at Kurapika who was slowly walking towards Hisoka. Through the hazy mist, Kurapika's eyes glowed red like a bloodstained sunset.

"Kurapika?"

Leorio and Gon also noticed the change in Kurapika's demeanor.

Hisoka looked at Kurapika, and a hint of amusement flashed across his eyes, which were so swollen that they could only be opened to a slit.

"Are you a member of the Phantom Troupe?"

Kurapika's scarlet eyes, which seemed to come from hell, were locked onto Hisoka.

Hisoka remained unmoved and said, "Your murderous way of asking questions is not in line with your identity of a 'loser'♤."

"…"

Kurapika suddenly fell silent, then he kicked his feet to the ground and rushed to Hisoka with explosive power. He slashed with both of his wooden blades, with one aiming for Hisoka's neck and the other for his midsection.

A trace of pity flickered in Hisoka's gaze as he watched Kurapika approach.

Yet that pity quickly shifted, replaced by an eager anticipation for what lay in the future.

Faced with Kurapika's attack that was aimed directly at his vital points, Hisoka didn't move. Instead, he shifted his gaze back to Moses.

Kurapika had no idea why Hisoka wasn't responding, but he had no intention of halting his attack.

With all his strength, Kurapika swung his wooden swords, aiming to strike Hisoka's neck and abdomen.

Crack!

The moment the wooden sword, which had been swung with all his strength, touched Hisoka's body, it was as if they had struck solid steel, and the tips of the blades shattered with a sharp snap.

The broken and flying half of the wooden swords was reflected in Kurapika's scarlet pupil, and a trace of astonishment appeared on his face.

Meanwhile, Hisoka continued to stare intently at Moses, showing no acknowledgment of Kurapika's presence.

Then-

At the moment when the tip of Kurapika's wooden swords shattered, Hisoka landed a punch squarely on Kurapika's abdomen without even sparing him a glance.

The sudden burst of power caused Kurapika's body to bend, causing him to lose consciousness in an instant and sending him flying backward.

"Kurapika!"

Leorio and Gon, who had just recovered from the shock, saw this and their faces went pale, rushing instinctively toward Kurapika's falling body.

Hisoka withdrew his fist, and from beginning to end, his gaze was always fixed on Moses.

Moses glanced at Kurapika, who was knocked away by Hisoka, and there was no reaction on his face.

"Hisoka, time's running out. Let's exchange contact information- I have something to ask you later."

"Oh?"

Hisoka seemed surprised, but quickly replied in an upbeat tone: "I'm thrilled to see you being so proactive, Moses ♤."

"If you're that thrilled, then how about smiling?"

"…"

Hisoka's cheerful demeanor faltered, momentarily stumped.

Moses pulled out his phone and asked directly, "Number?"

Upon hearing this, Hisoka cooperatively recited a string of digits.

Moses saved the number into his contact list and gave Hisoka the name 'Perverted Masochist'.

"All right, you can go now."

After saving the number, Moses put away his phone and looked at Hisoka, who was still sporting a swollen, pig-headed face.

Hisoka hesitated for a moment, shrugged, then obediently turned and left.

From the moment Moses took the initiative to ask for the contact number, Hisoka understood-

What he desired was already within reach, and he could look forward to Moses's call with relish...

He figured he wasn't the only one with such expectations, as his 'companions' in the Phantom Troupe would likely be awaiting this as well.

The thought of the possibilities that might unfold soon filled Hisoka with an almost unbearable urge to embrace tomorrow.

But there was no need to rush…

Whether playing or being played, the more toys there are, the merrier the game.