Six-Eyed Sukuna, starting from Hunter x Hunter

Chapter 7 The Phantom Troupe, a Charity Organization (?)

The sanitation worker, having emerged from the garbage heap and returned to his original spot, said nothing more and continued working diligently.

There was no anger, as if subconsciously obeying the principle of the strong being respected.

As long as you are strong enough, you can do anything.

Su Wu slowly walked back to District Twelve with the baby in his arms. He dared not use Cang; even with his current physical condition, using Cang would cause him some minor injury, let alone the baby in his arms...

I'm afraid that by the time we finish using the Azure Dragon and reach the church in District Twelve, the child will have died.

"I hate kids..." Su Wu frowned, looking at the little devil in her arms with a mixture of disgust and fear. The little devil was not very pretty and even looked a bit ugly, like a hairless monkey.

It is too weak and fragile.

Even in real life, when relatives ask him to hold or look after children during holidays, he avoids them like the plague.

Then his eyes lit up. He saw a group of children passing by, rushed over to them, shoved the baby into one of the children's hands, said a few words, and quickly withdrew.

"Take him away quickly."

The child who was unexpectedly given a small baby looked to be only five or six years old, and his posture in holding the baby was both skillful and a little cautious.

"West Germany! More children have been brought in!" Several children rushed into the church, shouting as they ran, as if this was not the first time this had happened.

Free from her burdens, Su Wu leisurely followed the children into the church. In the open space, a large group of children were still training.

There was also a group of people sitting to the side, resting and playing, sweating profusely.

"Take him to the nursery." The brown-haired, brown-eyed man, who looked more like a boxer than a priest, sat cross-legged on the ground. Upon hearing the voice, he simply opened his eyes and calmly looked at the passageway beside him.

The church has a dedicated nursery with hundreds of babies inside.

The older children lived in empty houses outside the church.

As long as we're in District 12, we don't have to worry about the children getting hurt.

"Okay!" Several children happily carried the baby to the nursery.

In their eyes, it meant they had gained another brother or sister.

"Does cleaning up trash mean sorting it? How boring." Su Wu stood in front of Xide, looking at the muscle shape that could be seen even through his clothes, and curiously reached out to touch it.

"Your physical strength is really impressive," he complimented, patting you on the left and right.

Is it also a Enhancement type? Its Nen level seems pretty good too.

Taking a direct hit from him might only send you staggering back a short distance, leaving you completely unharmed?

As expected, it's a high-risk world for hunters; Meteor City is full of hidden talents.

"...Have you touched me enough?" Sid asked patiently, his brows furrowed.

A brat with no sense of boundaries.

Are they close enough that they can touch each other casually?

"It was just a touch, how stingy," Su Wu said casually as she withdrew her hand.

Since she has the physique of a male bodhisattva, she should learn from him and stand on the street letting people touch her freely.

West Germany was so angry at the other party's self-righteous attitude that it took its breath away.

How many years has it been since I've encountered such an annoying brat?

A cheerful voice suddenly came from outside the door, greeting everyone.

"Hey, Sid, playing with your kids again?"

A blond young man and a tall, muscular man with a scar on his face walked into the church together, followed by two other figures carrying large and small bags.

"You guys are back! You're here to deliver things again. How long will you be staying this time? You're not leaving again tomorrow, are you?" Sid seemed to know the two very well and chatted warmly with them.

Su Wu, quite naturally, stepped forward and began rummaging through the supplies the two had brought.

Grab a handful of candy first.

Drink a bottle of milk first.

Apple, have one first.

Two bananas, please.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a white-haired brat who looked like a bandit, and West Germany felt a sudden itch in his gums.

Even if we want to eat, can't we wait until these two outsiders leave? Don't make it seem like the church is mistreating us!

"Hill, stop eating." Sid tried to control himself from making a contorted facial expression.

"Who are they?" Su Wu ignored West Germany's attempts to stop her and asked while munching on an apple.

A blond, blue-eyed young man in a martial arts uniform, and a burly, scarred man who was two and a half meters tall with hair as long as a hedgehog's...

It feels somewhat familiar. Although there is a difference in appearance after the paper doll is turned into a three-dimensional real person, the remaining features are still enough for him to recognize the person.

"Sherlock and Uvogin are also members of the largest sponsoring group in District 12. They basically only appear in Meteor City once a year and leave after only two days. You just happened to run into them this time." Sid, wanting to avoid the problem, only looked at Sherlock and Uvogin and introduced them.

"Ah, the funding group behind District 12..." The white-haired, blue-eyed boy nodded calmly.

The biggest sponsor behind District 12 is actually the Phantom Troupe?!?

The Phantom Troupe, also known as the Spiders, consists of thirteen members with spider tattoos. They will stop at nothing to get what they want, committing all sorts of atrocities, including arson, murder, robbery, and murder. They are all Class A wanted criminals.

A group of Class A wanted criminals are secretly doing charity work and raising children?

It's clear he hasn't been reading enough comics, which is why he's making such a fuss.

And it seems the Swordsman class is a skill-based class, so if that's the case...

The two people who came in carrying things behind Chrollo and Uvogin, their Nen abilities should belong to Chrollo.

It seems they didn't help carry the things voluntarily.

"Could this be...?" The swordsman seemed to be asking Su Wu, but his eyes were looking at Xi De.

"Hill Deville, the new brat who joined the church, the guy who caused yesterday's commotion." Sid introduced the man calmly, his tone showing no concern for yesterday's events.

"Such a young ability user... Is he twelve years old?" The knight's smile was sunny and cheerful, his appearance extremely deceptive.

Those who are unaware of the situation will be easily deceived by the other person's appearance.

But Su Wu knew the other party's true nature.

"You look about the same age as me except for your height, you have a blond baby face," Su Wu replied casually.

"Ahem." Sid coughed and gestured to Su Wu with his eyes.

This is a sponsor from District 12, so please be polite.

"I'll take that as a compliment on how young I look," the swordsman replied without batting an eye or getting out of breath, showing no anger whatsoever.

"I heard that Vultures were chasing you yesterday? It's a pity we didn't see you fight back. We don't have a very good relationship with Vultures either," the swordsman lied through his teeth.

They had never had any contact with the Vultures, and the other party would never be so foolish as to offend a member of the brigade.

"I'm not a clown performing for people. If you want to see a show, go to the circus." The white-haired, blue-eyed boy spoke with disdain, his attitude seemingly impervious to reason.

They are difficult to approach and extremely unlikable.

The knight-errant makes an initial assessment of the other person's character.

The person who didn't pay much attention to him took the initiative to approach the silent Uvogin.

"Your muscles tell you your close-combat skills must be excellent..." The white-haired, blue-eyed boy naturally reached out and stroked Uvogin's arm.

"Let's have a fight!" he said to himself, as if suddenly seized by a sudden interest.

"I don't play with children," Uvogin refused in a low voice.

"What does it matter? Just play a match with Hill." The Swordsman said with a smile, patting Uvogin's arm.

One is 2.5 meters tall and the other is 1.8 meters tall; it would be quite difficult for them to put their arms around each other's shoulders.

Uvogin glanced at the other person. Their troupe's strategist was all smiles, his true emotions unreadable, but the other person must have his own thoughts.

I will neither whitewash the Phantom Troupe nor join it.

The storyline about the Phantom Troupe when they were young mentioned that they occasionally did charity work and also funded the arms industry in Meteor City, which made me feel that there was nothing wrong with them sponsoring the children in Meteor City.

This is all original content, all OOC is mine.

(End of this chapter)