Becoming the Supreme Will starting from Hunter x Hunter

"I was exposed with just a few words. Could I be getting dementia?" The old man chuckled self-deprecatingly, then stopped pretending. He tore off a piece of his mask, revealing a scarred eyebrow. He glanced at Hisoka, then at Oboro: "You two... are really dangerous."

Sure enough, something was pasted on...

Hisoka saw him remove a 'thin' layer of makeup from his face, and the curve of his lips became even more pronounced.

In fact, he had guessed Mo's suspicions long ago.

As for Ritonio's identity, when Abachi said that the cities the circus had visited all had posters of serial killers... he was also certain that Oboro had already figured it out long ago.

"I've loved seeing surprised expressions on people's faces for a long time..."

“I used to often perform magic tricks for my family.”

"But gradually... ordinary performance methods and audience feedback could no longer satisfy me."

"Finally, one day, in pursuit of the ultimate 'facial feedback,' I killed my own sister... The painful struggle in her face and eyes seemed to be more meaningful than surprise."

"I wanted to become a hunter or a traveling performer to elevate and transform my performance style... to pursue a completely new approach. But... as time went on, I found myself feeling incredibly empty after each performance. This feeling was hard to shake off, and only after killing someone and seeing their dying face could I find peace..."

As Moritonio recounted his past, he silently retreated, his face expressionless.

He knew what was going to happen next…

The space was left to the two of them.

The old man glanced at Hisoka: "What do you intend to do?"

"Whether you're a murderer or a con artist, it's none of my business, and I have absolutely no interest in you." Hisoka blew on the cards in his hand. "The cards I wanted are in my hands..."

Undoubtedly, the card he was referring to was psychic power.

"Although there's no need for me to stay here any longer... you've helped me a bit... in return, let me... satisfy you."

"Don't you like surprising people...aren't you empty inside? Why don't you...try...scaring me..."

Along with Hisoka's teasing tone came the Nen energy swirling around him.

Hisoka's smiling eyes now revealed an uncontrollable fighting spirit and madness... as well as a... morbid excitement and anticipation.

"You don't mind if I... use all sorts of methods, do you?"

Moritonio was clearly aware of Sissoko's provocation and was not surprised.

"Come on... let's... have some fun."

"Either I kill you, or... you kill me!"

Hisoka's sinister face answered him.

Whoosh.

As soon as he finished speaking, a playing card was shot at Moritonio.

Hisoka, like a madman, followed closely behind and pounced on the old man.

9. Moritoño's End

Cards were tossed back and forth between Hisoka's fingers.

With the added Nen, the cards become just as sharp as throwing knives…

The card blocked all of Moritonio's possible angles of evasion, making it impossible for him to dodge.

As Hisoka rushed over, he immediately delivered a flying kick.

But what was lifted was only the old man's top hat... Moritonio had already bent down, ready to retaliate.

Hisoka's speed was undeniably fast. Seeing that he had missed his target, he bent his elbow and smashed it towards the top of Chrollo's head.

boom!

Moritonio raised his arm, and the two arms collided.

In the instant of their exchange, Hisoka noticed that Moritonio's body was tilted to the side, using the angle of his arm to perfectly block his view, allowing his other hand, hidden behind his back, to grab the falling hat and cover his face.

The hat came flying at Hisoka, and everything went black.

A powerful punch landed squarely on Hisoka's abdomen.

Hisoka's expression changed, and a smile appeared on his lips.

His body sprang backward like a spring, creating distance between them.

“Talent needs to grow… No matter how outstanding your aptitude is, you are still just a novice who has just embarked on the path of cultivation.” Moritonio did not pursue, slowly retracting his arm and speaking calmly.

He appeared very confident.

The two's probing ended almost in the blink of an eye... Hisoka suffered a silent loss.

"I haven't even gotten serious yet... Can you handle it?" The old man opened his arms.

"Please."

Hisoka wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and replied with a smile.

“By the way… since you’ve seen through my true colors, let me reveal the secret and principle to you.” Moritonio seemed to be enjoying the performance, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket: “This is a handkerchief without any hidden mechanisms…”

As he spoke, the old man unfolded the handkerchief and pressed it against his face. "After pressing it against my face, I imagined the appearance I wanted to transform into..."

As he spoke, the handkerchief began to shrink and deform, and Moritonio's facial features also changed.

After a few crackling sounds...

A completely new face came into view.

It was strikingly similar to the wanted poster, depicting the serial killer.

"This is the magic of the serial killer Doe... my ability, 'The Stitched-Up Reality'!"

Oboro, watching this scene from a short distance away, remained calm and unperturbed.

This move is the precursor to Hisoka's 'Flimsy Illusion'.

"interesting…"

Hisoka smiled faintly.

"Then next... will be my own magic, which is full of traps and schemes... Hisoka, you'd better watch out."

Suddenly, Moritonio extended his hand to Sissoko.

boom!

Without warning, Hisoka, who was standing still, was struck as if by a heavy blow, and his right arm was deformed... He was sent flying.

Hisoka looked surprised, clearly caught off guard.

"I feel... like I'm being oppressed by something..."

After Hisoka landed, his mind raced, and his injuries did not affect his thoughts or actions at all.

"Minced meat, minced meat... It's happy time to make hamburger patties again..."

Moritonio's excited expression began to turn ferocious, and he muttered to himself.

Boom boom boom!

Moritonio's whole body

Slowly rising into the air, like a king descending to earth, looking down at Hisoka who was running back and forth in the arena, only to be knocked away time and time again by 'some kind of force'.

"It's coming... your slight trembling... your fragile life, creaking and groaning..."

Moritonio, hovering in the air, chuckled mockingly, as if playing with a mouse like a cat.

Hisoka is in a sorry state!

Even though he instinctively used his mind to defend himself, being hit again and again only worsened his injuries.

In this way, he could be played to death by Moritonio.

"Oboro...aren't you going to help him?"

From the sky, Moritonio looked down at the ground, while Oboro, the boy who was observing from the sidelines, remained incredibly calm.

"No need... In my eyes, you're already a dead man."

"I say calmly."

"Oh?"

Moritonio didn't take it seriously.

No one understands Hisoka's monstrous nature better than Oboro... This guy's growth potential in battle, including his insight and on-the-spot thinking, is unparalleled! Moritonio thought he had Hisoka in the bag because he didn't understand Hisoka at all, and had no idea how strong Hisoka had become... He was able to find the way to use 'Zetsu' by figuring it out on his own... This shows that 'Condensation', a kind of psychic technique, is not difficult for Hisoka either.

Snapped!

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking...

On the other side, after sensing something approaching from the void, Hisoka immediately focused his Nen power into his eyes... and two thick iron rods appeared in his vision, attacking from both sides.

Using the momentum and force, he locked the iron rod in his arms and held it tightly before it hit him.

The danger was averted.

"What?!!!"

At this moment, Moritonio's expression finally changed.

"It's actually... Ning! When did he learn that? How is that possible... I never taught him... In fact, to prevent him from figuring it out on his own, I deliberately gave him some wrong information to guide him..."

The old man was momentarily stunned.

But he reacted quickly, immediately increasing the intensity of his Nen magnetism to tighten the two iron rods together, intending to crush Hisoka into a meat patty.

Whoosh.

However, his wish was not fulfilled.

Hisoka sprang up and darted through the gap in the iron rod.

"He escaped! He actually... managed to get away..."

Moritonio's expression darkened as he watched Sisso leap into the air and stand on the stadium roof.

"What...it's very simple...I thought your magic tricks were some kind of mysterious art, but it's just a magnet..."