Hunter x Hunter: Infinite Growth

"Have a seat," the man said slowly, then paused before continuing, "The news you just saw, the situation reported in it is true."

As soon as he said that, Kurapika's emotions became agitated again.

He suppressed the trembling in his body, trying hard to control himself, and listened quietly as the other person continued to speak, his fiery red eyes wide open.

"Here's some free news for you: the Kuruta tribe has been almost completely wiped out. A total of 126 bodies were found at the scene, one of which was blown to pieces."

Kurapika trembled even more violently, his tightly clenched hands shaking uncontrollably, and his head drooped limply.

"Based on the clues left at the scene, it can be determined that this was done by the world-renowned Phantom Troupe."

"The Phantom Troupe? Why? Why would they do this..." Kurapika asked in a trembling voice, filled with grief and indignation.

"Of course it's because of your beautiful eyes. What other reason could there be? Many Kuluta people have been beheaded and had their eyes gouged out."

Upon hearing of the tragic fate of his people, Kurapika could no longer suppress his grief, and scalding tears streamed down his fiery red eyes.

He opened his mouth wide, wanting to cry out, but it was as if something was choking him, and he couldn't make a sound.

Tears streamed down her face silently, like a torrent.

Seeing this, the man simply sighed helplessly, took out a cigarette, and silently lit it.

Even though he had made a living by selling intelligence in the shadows for many years and had witnessed many horrific cases, such a tragedy was still considered extremely tragic in his eyes.

"I've been asked to come find you and tell you not to go back to where you were before, and not to try to collect any information. It's too dangerous."

The person who commissioned me asked me to hand this over to you, and that completes my task.

"I'll be going now. This room will be held for the night; it's very secluded, don't worry."

After saying that, the man, smoking a cigarette, pushed open the door and walked out.

Kurapika only heard the sound of the door closing before he was plunged into darkness.

He could no longer suppress his grief and cries, letting his sorrowful emotions run wild.

He didn't know how much time had passed before the tide of grief subsided and he finally had the energy to think.

"There were 128 people in total, no, if you include me, it should be 129. Excluding me, could it be that two others survived?"

He quickly realized that the person who would send someone to find him, deliver such information, and care about his safety must be a surviving member of his tribe.

He had previously guessed that his people had been captured by the Phantom Troupe, but now it seems that this is not the case.

The thought that two of his clansmen were still alive, and that he was not the last one left alone, gave Kurapika a glimmer of hope, as if he had grasped at a last straw.

He eagerly picked up the note the man had left behind, which had an address written on it.

Composing myself, I immediately set off.

After several days of travel, Kurapika finally arrived at the place written on the note.

He didn't act rashly. Instead, he sat down in a restaurant across the street, eating quietly while occasionally observing the activity across the street through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Suddenly, a man sat down opposite him.

Kurapika frowned, eyeing the other party warily.

The man had short black hair, a gentle face, a sunny and kind demeanor, and a well-proportioned physique. He was taller than the average person and would definitely stand out in a crowd. He looked to be in his early twenties.

Overall, it gives people a friendly and gentle feeling.

At that moment, the man was looking at him gently.

“My name is Kevin Caponeberg, and you are Kurapika, right?”

Upon hearing what the other person said, Kurapika frowned even more, and his hand unconsciously went to his weapon.

Kevin just smiled at him and said softly, "Your blonde hair is beautiful, just like your mother's."

These words made Kurapika's eyes widen instantly, and he was so excited that he could hardly contain himself. He suddenly grabbed the other person's clothes.

"You've seen my mother? Where? She's not dead, is she? She..."

At this point, Kurapika suddenly shut his mouth.

He felt an invisible pressure coming at him, making it hard to breathe, as if his heart was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and he was completely petrified.

"Don't get agitated. This is a restaurant. Don't disturb other guests."

“Let’s go outside and talk.”

Kevin said, placing the money on the table.

Under the watchful eyes of the other diners in the restaurant, Kevin led Kurapika toward the door.

Chapter 81 Returning Home and Meeting Again

On the street outside the restaurant.

Kevin and Kurapika walked side by side.

As Kevin walked, he said, "With your emotions so easily agitated, how can anyone feel at ease letting you travel alone?"

As soon as he said it, he realized it was inappropriate. After a moment's thought, he added, "Of course, it would be abnormal not to be emotional after experiencing something like this. I can completely understand that."

Kevin noticed that Kurapika was glaring at him, so he reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't get so excited. If you were to speak freely, there would probably be more trouble."

"But you're wearing colored contact lenses, which is good. Young people are quick to accept new things."

Kurapika continued to stare straight at Kevin, without uttering a sound.

Actually, it wasn't that he didn't want to talk.

"Don't look at me like that. What I just gave you was a [mute agent]. You won't be able to speak for a while after drinking it, but there are no side effects."

"The effects of the medicine only last for fifteen minutes. I believe that within those fifteen minutes, you can calm down."

After saying that, Kevin stopped looking at Kurapika and led him forward on his own, while explaining in detail: "I know Mitu. I happened to meet him outside when the crisis broke out that day, and that's how I escaped the disaster."

"But we rushed back when the enemy was slaughtering your people. The enemy was very strong, and if we were to expose ourselves rashly, we would only be adding more corpses to the list, so we had no choice but to try to save people."

"There were only two ground birds at the time, so they could only save two people. In the end, the enemy still caught up, and Mito stopped them at the cost of his life."

Upon hearing this, Kurapika slowly lowered his head.

Seeing this, Kevin gently patted him on the shoulder.

"It's only natural to feel sad and angry, and it's understandable to want revenge, but you must never let your emotions control you, otherwise you have no right to talk about revenge."

After a pause, Kevin revealed the information Kurapika most desperately wanted to know: "The two people you saved are your mother and Mito's son, Paiello."

Upon learning of the two's whereabouts, Kurapika looked at Kevin with great excitement.

He never expected that Kevin would save his own mother and best friend.

Overwhelmed with excitement, he gripped Kevin's hand tightly and shook it vigorously up and down.

Unable to speak for the time being, he could only express his inner feelings in this way.

At this moment, Kurapika could no longer hold back his tears, which streamed down his cheeks even in front of strangers.

This is the joy that surges up after the deepest sorrow.

Kevin scratched his head helplessly, thinking to himself: "I really don't know how to comfort a crying child."

Kurapika looks mature, like a little adult, but he is only thirteen years old.

He's just a child.

……

Inside the hall of the Nosra family estate.

Rosanna paced back and forth in the lobby for quite some time.

Everyone in the lobby understood how she felt, so no one offered any advice.

Even Pyro, who was usually calmer than his peers, was standing by the fireplace, his eyes fixed on the door.

Wright sat on the sofa, a cigar dangling from his lips, seemingly focused on his work, but his gaze kept drifting towards the front door, clearly indicating that he was not in a calm mood.

Only his daughter, Nyon, was sitting on the carpet playing, humming a song softly.

At this moment, Wright couldn't help but recall his conversation with Kevin on the airship that day.

The question Kevin asked at the time made his heart skip a beat, and he was quite startled.

Fortunately, Kevin seemed very understanding. After asking the question, he said that his question was a bit presumptuous and did not force Kevin to answer.

But Wright knew in his heart that some of his previous unusual attitudes and behaviors had aroused Kevin's suspicion.

And today, another prophecy is about to be fulfilled.

With a creak, the door was slowly pushed open.

The first thing that caught his eye was the figure of the man who had been searching for him, followed by Kurapika.

"Mom!" Kurapika cried out, his emotions spiraling out of control once again.

Kurapika!

Rosanna was already in tears as she ran towards her son.

The mother and son called out to each other, embracing tightly, their voices trembling with sobs as they expressed their longing.

Pailo also stepped forward. Seeing the reunited mother and child, and thinking of his friend's safe return, tears involuntarily streamed down his face.

Kevin stood beside Parrow and gently patted his shoulder, saying, "I thought you wouldn't cry."

Parrow didn't respond, but just gripped Kevin's clothes tightly.

Neo cautiously approached her father and whispered in his ear, "Dad, who is that brother? Aunt Rosanna looks both happy and sad."

"That's her child. She has finally found her son."

"Were they separated before? Poor thing, Neon doesn't want to be separated from her dad."

Perhaps moved by the scene, Neon hugged Wright's shoulders tightly, nestling herself in his arms.

Hearing his daughter's words, Wright smiled lovingly, gently stroked her hair, and nodded, saying, "Okay, Daddy will never be separated from Neo."

After saying that, Light turned his gaze to Kurapika.

He had never met Kurapika before and was unaware of the child's original condition.

But at this moment, he clearly sensed that Kurapika and Pyro were different.

Perhaps because his mother was still alive, Kurapika was not consumed by hatred and depression like Paiello.

Is it a "pigeon"?

Although I don't know much about the child's personality yet, this description seems quite accurate based on the current situation.

Thinking this, Wright, holding Neon, stood up, nodded slightly to Kevin, and quietly left the hall, not wanting to disturb them any longer.

It took them a while after they left before the mother and son gradually calmed down.

“Pailo, it’s so good that you’re safe and sound too.”

Kurapika then looked at Paiello and gave him a tight hug.

Although it was a despicable thought, the people who were saved were his mother and his good friend, Pello.

That's great.

He did not mention Mito, because he knew it was not the time to discuss it.

“Thanks to my father and Uncle Kevin,” Pai said.

Upon hearing the way Pyro addressed him, Kevin couldn't help but rub his temples, feeling rather helpless.

I'm only twenty-two years old, in the prime of my youth, how come I'm being called "uncle"?

Although she and Parrow's father were friends and had a good relationship, Parrow was already thirteen years old, and the age difference between them was less than ten years.

But upon closer reflection, this title doesn't seem wrong.

"Thank you, Uncle Kevin. I'm so grateful. I don't know how to repay your kindness," Kurapika said emotionally.

Although he hadn't fully grasped the ins and outs of the matter, he understood that Kevin must have played a crucial role in the whole affair.

If it weren't for Kevin, we probably wouldn't have been able to save even the two remaining members of our tribe.

This must be a life-threatening rescue operation.