The Daily Life of Saiki Kusuo in Zoldyck

Kusuo Saiki lifted his foot, and in the next step, he had already grabbed the butler by the collar.

Politeness is essential.

"Who are you?! What do you want?! Help!"

Kusuo Saiki suppressed his inner thoughts, transforming them into a terrifying sound that terrified the other person, while simultaneously blocking out all other sounds. The butler's shouts went unheard by anyone.

Chapter 57 Hunter Exam: Seasickness Crisis (End)

"What, what are you going to do, you..."

Kusuo Saiki reached out his hand.

Six minutes have already passed, and he needs to hurry; the three-minute cooldown for teleportation should have been available long ago.

The housekeeper's psychological defenses finally crumbled, and she handed over her phone in tears. Urged on by Saiki Kusuo, she pulled out the photos at the fastest speed she had ever done in her life.

Kusuo Saiki saw the photo clearly and then teleported away.

The butler plopped down on the ground, looking left and right. There was no one around. He suddenly noticed there weren't even any footprints below! What had he encountered?! What on earth had happened to him?!

The moment Kusuo Saiki arrived at Bubrachin's main residence, he heard screams and shrieks. It was bustling around; clearly, this was the place he was looking for.

When Kusuo Saiki flew into the house, people were spraying fire extinguishers at the man. It seemed that spraying a fire extinguisher directly at a person could cause harm. Kusuo Saiki immediately teleported to the man's side, blocking the fire extinguisher attack while controlling the force to hit the burning part of the man's body.

The man was still alive, but most of his body was badly burned and he was barely clinging to life. With a grim face, Saiki Kusuo extinguished the flames and then used the Restore technique on the man.

Recovery is the restoration of time; no matter how badly the other party appears to be injured, the cost is only so much.

Kusuo Saiki reached out, and a "7"-shaped "banana" appeared in his hand. This was one of his abilities; by striking someone, he could erase a segment of their memory, but the other person would fill in other content in their mind, so it wasn't very useful.

He knocked on everyone present, hitting them rather hard, and everyone who was knocked fell to the ground.

To ensure no one is killed, let them all recover for a day.

Kusuo Saiki gave these people a final psychological suggestion, and they climbed out of the window.

Perhaps he wasn't paying attention, or perhaps he was too tired, but his foot tripped outside the window, and he leaned down, holding onto the railing. His foot finally touched the ground for the first time since he woke up that night.

Because every step he took before had reached temperatures that melted the ground, he didn't dare to land after waking up, and even when he was close to the ground, he kept flying.

So tired. It was rare for Kusuo Saiki to feel such a profound exhaustion. This was what it meant for his superpowers to go out of control, such a dangerous force... He was lucky this time, but what about next time? When he woke up, would he be seeing so many irretrievable corpses?

While time travel could potentially salvage the situation, there are too many uncertainties involved.

Kusuo Saiki rested on the railing for a minute. He only dared to rest for a minute. When the minute was up, he raised his head again, took a deep breath, and took flight again.

The people inside fell silent, but an ambulance arrived with its siren blaring outside.

"Where is the patient! Is it that room? Hmm, there seems to be someone outside the window..."

*Psychological suggestion.

"Oh, I didn't notice. Huh? What do you mean, 'notic' or 'not notice'?"

Kusuo Saiki disappeared immediately.

Kuroro's claim that he could stop the downpour was still somewhat unbelievable; he would have to handle it himself. He also needed to use illusion magic to disguise the cracks in the ship's roof before the storm ended, and he needed to use illusion magic to create an image of himself on the ship, because examiners would be watching from above. Once the ship reached the shore, he would restore it to its original state. There was just too much to do.

I hope that Kuroro's book is intact except for that one page.

Unlike other substances, Nen cannot be restored to the state it was a day ago; he had already tested it on the book.

On the other side, Kuroro leaned against the deck, enjoying the breeze.

A storm, a tornado.

Before him, the gaps in the ship's roof had been sealed and filled with ice, which drew a blue galaxy along the cracks, and he stood beneath it.

The strong wind tousled his short hair, but his heart remained as calm as ever.

Suddenly, a pink shadow appeared in his field of vision. He turned around and saw the other person leaning against the wall in the raging wind and rain, looking as if they were resting with their eyes closed.

After taking a closer look, it became clear that this person was significantly different from the departing Saiki Kusuo, and most importantly, he showed no signs of seasickness whatsoever.

Is this fake? Where is the real person? However, ten minutes have passed, and the flames have not reappeared.

The layers of dark clouds in the sky finally began to disperse, the sea slowly returned to calm, the rain stopped, and the ice gradually lost its water support.

Kuroro breathed a sigh of relief as he successfully put away the Thief's Ultimate Technique.

The sun rises from the horizon, its first rays shining on the faces of everyone who is eagerly anticipating the light.

The third trial was held at a temporary testing site, and 32 people passed the test.

As the ship sailed towards the fourth examination site, Kusuo Saiki lay submerged in the sea, embracing a dolphin he had persuaded to join him. He used illusion magic to conceal the cracks in the ship's hull and created a phantom of himself to deceive the examiners recording the number of successful candidates on the airship above.

As the ship docked, he immediately touched the hull to restore it to its original state as it had been the day before, including returning some of the ship's items to their original positions. Inside the room, Kuroro watched as everything was restored to its original state, noticing the treasure on the table had disappeared. He didn't pursue it, but instead picked up his and Saiki Kusuo's laptop bags, grabbed a yukata from the ship, and stepped outside, his hair now a striking blond.

The fourth test involved everyone drawing cards in the order they escaped the trap tower, with the card representing the target. This test was a hunting game, with numbered cards serving as scoring items. Your own card was worth three points, the target's card was worth three points, and other numbered cards were only worth one point. A total of six points was required to pass the test.

In other words, eliminating half is the minimum.

In the room, candidates draw cards in turn.

"First place, Hisoka."

Hisoka went up to draw a card.

"Second place, Jitala Ku."

Illumi had already transformed back into a nail man, clicking and clacking as he stepped forward.

"Third place, Kusuo Saiki Zoldyck."

"Kusuo Saiki Zoldyck!"

It wasn't until now that Hisoka and Illumi realized that someone's presence seemed to be missing from their surroundings.

Hisoka stood with his hands on his hips, his almond-shaped eyes gazing seductively at Illumi, who was covered in spikes:

Illumi coldly replied: But Kusuo Saiki was indeed not present, and the surveillance only covered Killua and Alluka.

Illumi pondered, knowing without scrutinizing everyone that Kusuo Saiki was not around.

Although the child did not become an assassin, his ability to conceal his presence was quite strong, and he could easily be overlooked if one was not paying attention.

But Kusuo Saiki is always very well-behaved and doesn't do anything abrupt. He would never deliberately not stand up at a time like this. Could he be asleep on the ship? Illumi looked up at the ship behind him.

Everyone remained silent; no one cared whether "Kusuo Saiki" was alive or dead.

Chapter 58 Hunter Exam Hunting Number Tag 1

"Da, da."

Heavy footsteps tread on the wooden planks, and everyone looks back.

We were a little late because we had to thank the dolphins after we reached the shore.

As soon as Saiki Kusuo emerged from the water, he felt many eyes on him. His pink hair was soaking wet and his whole body was drenched. The white coat that Kuroro had washed clean had been washed away when he fell into the sea, so he ended up wearing a long inner layer and a short outer layer.

As he walked forward, water flowed down his trouser legs all the way.

Kusuo Saiki reached out and found his hands were covered in water, so he casually flicked them away. His superpowers had just raged and then returned to normal last night, and Kusuo Saiki's power was still difficult to control.

With that flick of his wrist, all the water droplets on his arm were flung away by inertia. The sound of the droplets hitting the floor was not the normal dripping, but a continuous thud, which made the faces of the people watching him freeze.

Kusuo Saiki's face darkened: ...Oh dear, thank goodness the water droplets didn't break through the floor. These people are all shrewd; it's impossible to make them ignore it subconsciously.

It doesn't matter, as long as it seems normal to my family.

Kusuo Saiki reached into the box and drew 91. He held the square target number plate in his palm, but a clicking sound came from his hand.

...Did it crush? An expected surprise. Anyway, I've already remembered it, so it's alright.

He turned around, and people surprisingly made way for him. Saiki Kusuo lowered his head and walked to the very back, to an inconspicuous spot—it was his habit.

Just hang in there a little longer, the seven-day exam is about to begin, and once we enter the forest, we can immediately find a place to rest.

Feeling utterly exhausted, his back slumped involuntarily. "So it's okay since I'm behind you," he thought. He didn't even realize how many people were watching him, but he vaguely sensed that most of their gazes were familiar.

How am I supposed to explain this...? This is so troublesome. Would it be believable to just say that I fell into the water when I got off the boat?

Suddenly, he felt something pressing down on him. Looking up, he saw a blond knight-errant... Kuroro. Kuroro reached out and adjusted his glasses, and draped over him was the white yukata from the inn.

Kuroro doesn't possess that kind of caring and affectionate nature; his focus is elsewhere:

I don't know who it was that year who took off my glasses without hesitation to take a look.

"Your bag is here, don't worry, I'll carry it for you, comrade!" He was the next to draw lots, and many eyes were on him. Kuroro patted him on the shoulder, carried his bag and another bag, and walked forward, looking to be in a good mood.

The towel he was wearing was completely unnecessary; he wouldn't catch a cold or anything. And yet, you don't blame me? Normally, people would hate and avoid someone who almost killed them, right?

Kusuo Saiki, supporting himself on his knees, was taken aback.

So that's what makes him happy, huh?

After everyone finished drawing their cards, they returned to the ship to wait for the exam to begin.

"Brother Nanxiong, are you alright? You look terrible. How did you fall into the water? And why didn't you call for help!"

Kusuo Saiki blinked, both surprised and yet reasonable. Of course Killua would come to see him.

That voice belongs to Alluka.

"Is Killua's brother alright? He seems to be in a lot of pain." Gon asked.

"If you feel unwell, would you like me to check you out?" Leorio asked.

"In short, it's better to dry yourself off first, especially since your hair is prone to getting cold. It's also best not to stay on this side that's shaded by the ship; it'll be better to go out into the sun on the other side," Kurapika kindly advised.

"Really, take care of yourself..." Killua complained, but he was the first to reach out to help Kusuo Saiki.

Kusuo Saiki withdrew his hand and took a step back. With his current strength, he could easily hurt someone if he wasn't careful.

The enthusiastic atmosphere suddenly plummeted.

Just when Saiki Kusuo thought no one would bother him anymore and he could finally have some peace and quiet, Killua said, "What's so great about you? Please, Kusuo-nii always stands up straight, right? Even when he's hunched over playing games, he's still Kusuo-nii. You say if you don't want to become a hunchbacked old man like your great-grandfather, you have to always stand up straight. What's this all about?"

This kid... he remembers his grudges so clearly.

Kusuo Saiki wouldn't admit that he heard Killua's worried thoughts. There were too many people around him with similar thoughts, weren't there? He was so tired; he might even be hallucinating.

Kusuo Saiki looks up: