The Daily Life of Saiki Kusuo in Zoldyck

After a moment's thought, Saiki Kusuo turned and left.

What a joke! Going to see Kuroro? That shrewd guy, one of the top intellectuals in the manga, there's no way he'd want to know him.

Encountering a main character = trouble = endless trouble = your peaceful life will be disrupted.

Hisoka is the best example; even now, he still regrets meeting Hisoka.

However, it seems unlikely that Kuroro will be absent.

As soon as Kusuo Saiki turned around, the tip of an umbrella pressed against his chin. He could see through it in less than a second; the structure beneath the umbrella was no ordinary object.

The boy had already run away. The person holding the umbrella was short. Although Kusuo was only nine years old and not very tall, the person holding the umbrella was even shorter than Kusuo.

It seems like you can tell who someone is just by their height.

"Hey, do your eyes look particularly out of place on your face?" Feitan's voice was low and husky, disproportionate to his height. "You're a Nen user, right? Three seconds to tell me your ability, or I'll pry it out. I suggest you choose the former, because once the latter starts, there's no going back, heh..."

Feitan, this guy is tough to deal with. Ugh, why do I always run into these kinds of people? Anyway, I can't make any rash moves. Let's wait and see.

Just as Saiki Kusuo responded with silence, footsteps came from behind. There were about five people, led by a man with black hair and black eyes. The others were of different appearances and were obviously old members of the Phantom Troupe, whom Saiki Kusuo could recognize.

Suddenly, he froze.

He had been too careless before. When he arrived at this large landfill, everyone seemed to be living normal lives, which made him forget a basic fact.

Everything here is unsanitary, so it's no surprise that some kind of mindless creature could breed in such an environment—something black with two tentacles… Most importantly, the people here are used to it! So used to it that they can tolerate these insects crawling on their bodies and walk on without batting an eye!

Chapter 17 Gunfire and Bullets - Franklin

"Hey, don't make any more unnecessary movements," Feitan threatened. Just as the other crew members returned, any further movement from this person under his control would be a provocation.

Kuroro remained silent as usual, observing first, while Nobunaga leisurely approached with his hands in his pockets.

"I can't tell! He doesn't seem like a Nen user at all. He's clearly just a kid!"

Although Kusuo Saiki did not break out in a cold sweat, he was in a state of high tension that would make an ordinary person break out in a cold sweat and have their hair stand on end.

His commanding tone made all the group members' expressions change. After a few seconds of silence, they suddenly burst into laughter!

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"What is he saying? He's actually ordering us not to come any closer! Hahahahahaha..."

"Who does he think this is?"

Most of the laughter came from the male members of the group. Paknottan was relatively restrained, only shaking his head in the back. Machi crossed his arms and said, "As expected, people from outside are annoying. They still don't understand what kind of situation they are in."

“I do think he is indeed extraordinary. Even ordinary people outside would be nervous seeing Franklin’s size and being surrounded by so many of us, but this child shows no fear from the bottom of his heart.” Kuroro and Saiki Kusuo met eyes and observed each other.

Kusuo Saiki: No, these are really just ordinary toy glasses.

Kusuo Saiki: Is it possible that I really didn't read it? You mentioned there's a hidden assassin at the three o'clock position. Please turn around, thank you.

Kusuo Saiki discovered that Kuroro's mental processing power in just three seconds was almost on par with Touma Akechi. *Touma Akechi, Kusuo Saiki's classmate, could fill the entire screen with speech bubbles when he was thinking; in telepathic terms, he was incredibly noisy.

Kuroro's mind is full of effective thinking, multi-threaded processes. Does this guy work with both hemispheres of his brain at the same time?

But none of that matters now!

Most importantly, G! The cockroach that was on Kuroro's trouser leg has vanished!

Where did it go? Because G is a creature without thought and unable to communicate telepathically, its direction is completely unpredictable!

"Hey, I already warned you not to move." Feitan's patience was running out; he would have killed him long ago if he were outside.

A hint of pleasure flickered in Feitan's eyes.

But Kusuo Saiki only had eyes for Kuroro's trouser leg, and he took another step, another step closer! Illumi was still watching, but he couldn't take it anymore; he had to reveal his teleportation ability first!

"I'll break one of your arms first, then you'd better learn a lesson, kid... What?!"

With a teleport, Kusuo Saiki escaped Feitan's chokehold and teleported to the top of the garbage mountain behind him.

The members of the troupe all changed their expressions.

"What?! He actually managed to escape Feitan's attack!"

"This person is a Nen user, this is getting interesting..."

"Whose head counts? Are we going to have to fight a team battle against a little kid?"

When the spiders encounter problems, the leader makes the decisions.

Everyone immediately looked at Kuroro.

"Let Feitan come first." Chrollo made a very quick decision.

It would be difficult for him to stop it, since Feitan was already angry.

However, no one expected that disasters would continue to occur.

Kusuo Saiki landed atop Garbage Hill, intending for the panoramic view and to avoid the potential for cockroach attacks from the surrounding area. However, he now realized that this place did indeed have cockroaches, and in this environment, there was definitely no way there was only one!

Once they notice it, they become extremely focused on every step they take, and with the superpowered eyes that include X-ray vision...

He had barely steadied himself when he noticed a tiny movement in the pile of garbage beneath his feet. Through his X-ray vision, he saw a black dot emerging from between the garbage cans, almost right next to his feet!

"boom!"

Feitan had just raised his weapon to attack Kusuo Saiki, and before he could even take his first step, the pile of garbage beneath his feet exploded!

This wasn't a new garbage dump; it was a garbage dump that had been accumulating for a long time. The explosion kicked up countless dust particles that obscured the view, and everyone instantly lost sight of the people around them.

Kuroro also took it seriously.

Who would have thought that a mere nine-year-old child would possess such strength? He's definitely not simple. He must have come here with a purpose. Was he sent by a gang that was holding a grudge? That doesn't seem like something a gang with too much money would do. No, I don't have time to think about that right now.

Kusuo Saiki is still young, and his body is not his original one. He has hardly trained in the use of his superpowers, so his teleportation has a three-minute cooldown period, and Kusuo Saiki can only jump far away.

Where could he go? Saiki Kusuo looked around Meteor City, but couldn't find a safe place! Garbage heaps, garbage heaps, and more garbage heaps! It was endless! This place was completely made up of garbage!

Wait, there's a house.

Kusuo Saiki noticed the only house nearby. He walked carefully along the road amidst the piles of garbage, feeling uncomfortable even when he was breathing.

Illumi's gaze quickly returned after passing through the dust and mist, clearly as he swiftly changed his angle to observe his brother's condition.

Illumi...where have you taken me?

"Franklin, I'm to the left!" Kuroro's voice came through the smoke.

"Da da da da da da!" Without any hesitation, Franklin used his ability.

As the smoke cleared, the members of the Phantom Troupe had formed a huge encirclement. At the center of the smoke, Kuroro was holding an open book, while Franklin had already walked up behind him, severing the tip of each of his ten fingers and unleashing a hail of bullets straight at Kusuo Saiki!

Chapter 18 Reading Memories Paknota

Wait, why is there a war? Kusuo Saiki's face darkened. He was just dodging cockroaches. Could someone tell him what all the Phantom Troupe members around him were doing?

Bullets circled around him, and some did hit him. Even though Saiki Kusuo was already dodging, several pieces of his clothes were torn.

"Yay, yay." Saiki Kusuo rubbed his forehead.

Kuroro saw that he was at ease and that Saiki Kusuo did not reveal any murderous intent, so he gestured for Franklin to stop.

“I think we can talk.” Kuroro put away his book and approached as he spoke. “My power is a book. As long as the pages are closed, I am no threat. You don’t need to be so wary…”

No, I'm wary of your pant legs that have been crawled with cockroaches.

"What is your purpose, or what do you need?" Kuroro asked.

The two were now extremely close, and Kuroro realized that Saiki Kusuo made absolutely no move to defend himself.

In other words, is this person confident that they can protect themselves under any circumstances? The outside world is indeed unpredictable, and we need to make more thorough preparations.

The arrival of Kusuo Saiki mysteriously extended the time it took for the Phantom Troupe to leave Meteor City.

By making a deal with Kuroro, a local bigwig, he knew that Kuroro couldn't possibly harm him, and he could obtain a relatively normal environment to pass Illumi's trials.

He might even get a high rating from Illumi, so Kusuo Saiki agreed, and his wish was simple:

Kuroro was clearly surprised, but after a moment of surprise, he smiled and said, "I see. People outside have higher requirements for their environment. Our territory also has houses, but only one, which is also our residence. If you wish to have this, I can grant it, but on the condition that you live with us. Do you understand?"

I don't care about that kind of thing, as long as I don't live with cockroaches, I don't care.

Why does my head suddenly ache? Kusuo Saiki suddenly lowered his head and pressed his forehead, a premonition forming in his mind. He saw a house with four walls—was this the Phantom Troupe's accommodation? A worn-out sofa, worn-out tables and chairs, a worn-out game console, a worn-out mattress…everything was worn out, wasn't it? It only looked like a respectable house on the surface; the things inside were probably salvaged from a garbage dump!

It feels hot somewhere, is it because of worries about the future? Kusuo Saiki pondered, thinking carefully, did he really need to undergo this trial? Superpowers come in many forms, could he really not hide it from his family? Was there really no other way to deal with Illumi?

It's so hot, how can it be so hot...

That's Feitan's ultimate attack! Everyone's already far away from here!

Even Illumi couldn't sit still any longer. As an assassin, he had many ways to kill, but few ways to save lives. He began to wonder if it was too cruel to put Saiki Kusuo through this test. If Kusuo could survive this time, he should understand the importance of hiding when in danger...

Feitan's ultimate attack protects him from the unforgivable sinners, but when exposed to the scorching sun, it becomes an indiscriminate attack. The more pain he suffers, the stronger the sun's output becomes. The closer one is to the center of the sun, the more severe the damage. It's quite normal for ordinary people to be burned to ashes as a result.

Feitan chuckled. A nine-year-old child living with them? Don't be ridiculous! The weak, outsiders, deserve only to be dust in the garbage heap…?!

When the flames, so intense they blinded people, subsided, Feitan and the others finally saw it, only to be utterly astonished.

The nine-year-old boy was completely unharmed, not even a single hair on his head, and not even the corner of his clothes that had just been shot through!

Kusuo Saiki sighed. If he hadn't used ice to block the attack at the last minute, his clean clothes would probably have been damaged. If his clothes were ruined, what would he wear? Would he wear clothes that G had crawled on in Meteor City? He might as well just run away from the trial.

"...Now, do we still have a chance to negotiate? My name is Kuroro, what's your name?"

As expected of the leader, the group members just tried to bomb me, yet they still have the nerve to come and negotiate. But, fine, I really don't want to fight at all.

Kusuo Saiki agreed without hesitation, leaving Illumi, who had been observing him, stunned.

What exactly are Xiao Nan's abilities? Is it just that he's strong? Obviously not. No wonder he's so confident. He refuses to believe that there's no one in Meteor City who can dampen his brother's inflated confidence!

Illumi felt much more at ease about Kusuo Shiki's safety and changed his hiding place to observe once again.

Kuroro always deals with threats in two ways: either treat them as teammates or eliminate them. The reason he was willing to negotiate twice with such a significant threat was precisely because Saiki Kusuo was still young, only nine years old, and therefore easier to bribe than an adult.

The group's accommodation was a four-story building located in the center of their territory. High-rise buildings were rare in Meteor City and were almost a symbol of status.

Kuroro intended for him to enter the house first, but Kusuo Saiki stood outside and gestured for Kuroro to go in first.

Kusuo Saiki: G seems to like you quite a bit. Please go in and try to attract him, thank you.

While the two were locked in a stalemate, Nobunaga suddenly walked over and elbowed the two people at the door, especially Kusuo Saiki, at the cost of a sore shoulder.