The Daily Life of Saiki Kusuo in Zoldyck

You might remember that you had an enemy who also graduated that year.

Those who didn't pass, the people you eliminated, don't be so forgetful.

At that moment, Kuroro's phone screen suddenly lit up, but before the phone could emit a notification sound, Kusuo Saiki had already silenced it.

Who else could Kuroro contact besides the Phantom Troupe? Now that he can't contact the Phantom Troupe, the caller is clearly the hunter who actually accepted this mission.

Since I've already started this charade, I might as well go all the way. Sorry, that unknown hunter, I'll take on this quest.

But if Alluka follows behind... this child doesn't seem to have undergone any tracking training, can she hide from this monster-level Chrollo?

Kusuo Saiki turned his head and suddenly realized that Alluka had not followed.

Or perhaps it's as if he's lost sight of his child again.

Suddenly, a ringtone sounded in my ear: "Beep beep beep..."

Wasn't it already muted?

Kusuo Saiki touched it and realized, oh, it's his.

Kusuo Saiki bowed to Kuroro, stepped back, and took out his touchscreen phone, holding it to his ear.

"Brother Nanxiong! We're on a great mission to find Kurapika! If you see Kurapika, you have to tell us!"

Great! I want to join this hide-and-seek game too. Please let me know if you find me.

"We'll get there before sunrise. Brother Nanxiong, go take care of that uncle! Be sure to apologize properly!"

Since cell phone communication cannot transmit sound, in order to reply, Kusuo Saiki simply made a sound through his nose: "Hmm."

Then he immediately hung up the phone.

Back in his seat, he suddenly noticed that Kuroro was thinking about many things, his mind racing with thoughts.

Kusuo Saiki: ...

Does this person have to think about these things every day? Isn't it tiring?

"Oh, are you done? Back to the question, how are you going to get me up the mountain? I want to see the sunrise. We only have an hour left. The cable car is not far from here, so we should have plenty of time."

That was close. Kusuo Saiki realized that to completely maintain his disguise, he needed to report the time to Kuroro. If Kuroro had instinctively glanced at his phone and seen the text message from the person who hired him, everything would have been exposed.

"We can't make the mountain road any more troublesome," said Kusuo Saiki.

Kuroro snapped his fingers, showing no doubt about his abilities: "Then please demonstrate."

Both the numerous heartfelt sentiments and this sudden, complete belief are strange, yet I can't quite put my finger on what's wrong.

Kusuo Saiki wouldn't bother listening carefully to someone who's full of philosophical questions. He sees a mountain as just a mountain, and if he really wanted to see it, he could see through it. He can also see microorganisms.

The world is simple in his eyes, while philosophical terms like existentialism are complicated. Being smart as a superhuman doesn't mean you're idle and like to think. He hears these things and they automatically drift out of his ears.

Kusuo Saiki patted the wheelchair, causing it to float in the air, and took Chrollo up the mountain.

"Wait a minute!" Kuroro suddenly said.

What's wrong? I won't help you if you need to use the restroom.

"I haven't had breakfast, please buy me a serving of red bean paste."

That's something that Alluka has been waiting in line for a long time but still couldn't buy.

"Asked by Kusuo Saiki."

"I only want to eat the most popular ones."

Kusuo Saiki persisted.

Is it popular?

"Any dessert shop will have a honey and bread combo. I rarely have a long vacation, but I won't lower the quality of my vacation. Since you're someone I've hired..."

I can tell you're not going to lower the quality. Who would be so disabled as to hire a hunter to climb a mountain just because of a plan?

Without saying a word, Kusuo Saiki pushed his wheelchair out and asked the kind aunt for two sets of bee-shaped bread rolls and honey bread rolls. He bought them and threw them on Kuroro's lap.

Unfortunately, ordinary people in wheelchairs who have lost their minds do not have the right to choose.

If you linger here, you'll run into Kurapika.

Kurapika found Alluka, but he immediately covered Alluka's mouth.

"Alluka, please do me a favor, okay?"

Alluka's eyes lit up, and she immediately forgot that the first thing she should do after finding it was to send a message to others.

He happily raised his hand: "Great!"

Kurapika straightened his clothes: "Today is a secret trip. My boss is the second son of a powerful yakuza family. He has been staying at home for a long time due to some health reasons... If we handle this mission well, it will be of great help to me."

Alluka listened intently, her eyes wide, but she couldn't understand at all why it would be helpful.

"Aren't gangsters bad people? Why is Kurapika helping them?" Alluka is at that level.

"...All I can say is that the world isn't black and white, Alluka. Like this time, I have to conceal the entire whereabouts of my mission, and I especially don't want my people to encounter that person. Can you help me keep it a secret from them?"

"Does Kurapika want Alluka to lie? To deceive people?"

"It's a white lie. They want to know my whereabouts because of their curiosity and their desire to help me. But at the same time, I also have just as much concern for their safety as they do, so I have to keep it a secret. Alluka, can you understand?"

Kurapika gazed at Alluka with sincere anticipation in his eyes until Alluka slowly nodded.

"Kurapika's eyes are so bright. I think I understand now..."

Kurapika assumed that Alluka understood the meaning of the white lie and patted Alluka's head: "Then I'll leave it to you. I'll go chase after the target first."

Kurapika left the spot, took out a map in a corner, and unfolded the chains.

The target hasn't answered the phone or read the messages. If something happens, he will be held responsible.

It's 6:30 in the morning.

Kusuo Saiki didn't quite understand why someone would come to see the sunrise even if they were disabled in both legs.

Similarly, the cable car staff were also shocked. There weren't many people who would get up early to reach the top of the mountain this season. The person who was first in line generously gave up his place to the currently vulnerable human, Kuroro. Half an hour before the cable car departed, Kuroro had already been settled into his seat by several staff members.

Everyone surrounded the man with a disability in both legs, offering advice and reminders such as not to be afraid and to hold onto the pole.

Kusuo Saiki could hear Kuroro's inner thoughts while dealing with the situation:

As for Kusuo Saiki, he had already quietly slipped away from the crowd and was fishing in the bushes nearby.

I'm very introverted and don't like being in crowds.

Kusuo Saiki arrived just five minutes before the cable car was scheduled to depart and sat opposite Chrollo in the small cable car.

When the cable car set off, it was still just dawn. By the time we reached the middle of the journey, the sun was shining down from the mountains, illuminating the world with its endless light. The sunlight reflected off the green ocean—the dense forest. Birdsong became more intense at that moment, and a few roars of wild beasts echoed through the mountains and forests.

"This is a famous tourist attraction. Countless photographers come here to take pictures, but in the end, they all say that they cannot capture even a fraction of the beauty of this place."

Because these lights, these dynamic beauties and sounds, are things that machines cannot replicate. The immersive experience, the sensations felt by human ears, eyes, and skin, cannot be provided by machines.

Oh, the people here are referring to people with special abilities and superpowers. Ordinary human eyes can be fooled by machines long ago. People who don't have time to travel can experience it with VR.

"The scenery of Mount Kukuro must be just as magnificent. It has fewer mountains, a higher altitude, and more clouds and mist... It's a pity it's not on the straight line to the east, otherwise I would definitely visit it."

When did you recognize me?

Chapter 105 Opening

"Did I manage to hide my true feelings from you when there were many people around?"

That's impressive. To go through such complicated thinking just to deceive telepathy, and what kind of self-inflicted water attack is that?

Kuroro looked at the scenery again; the cable car had slowly made its way around and was now on its return route. After a brief silence, Kuroro said, "I'm surprised you'd be doing odd jobs. What do you need? If it's through the Hunter Association, the way I met you doesn't seem right, and the gang connections don't seem like what the Zoldyck need."

Is there any reason, if there has to be one, to save you from this predicament to make up for the fact that I accidentally broke both your legs?

As soon as Kusuo Saiki finished speaking, he judged from Kuroro's inner thoughts that the level of trust was 0%.

"Hmm—even the Zoldyck need to take on these kinds of missions?"

Look down on anyone, make money, and don't feel ashamed.

Kuroro was deep in thought.

You're being a bit too suspicious.

"The rewards from a single Zoldyck mission should far exceed the compensation I offer."

Kuroro: ...

Silence, surprise, and averting their gaze.

Although no words were spoken, my thoughts were fully heard.

"Were you kicked out of your home?"

"Meteor City will accept everyone."

The cable car shook and stopped. Kusuo Saiki jumped down first, then half-pulled, half-thrown Kuroro onto his wheelchair by draping his clothes over Kuroro's shoulders.

The cable car stopped right next to a cliff, and this person was disabled. Several staff members who wanted to help were stopped by the button.

Kusuo Saiki almost thought his glasses had fallen off again, which petrified him.

Kuroro barely managed to stay upright in his wheelchair; his bandaged foot still managed to step on the ground and get covered in dirt.

He chuckled twice: "Haha... I'll trouble you to continue leading me down the mountain."

Kusuo Saiki bowed to the staff around him to express his gratitude, and then pushed Kuroro away.

"Because you recommended those super soft and delicious honeycomb buns to me?"

I prefer the honey one.

The somewhat rough way he got off the car was simply because Kusuo Saiki thought it was the most convenient way.

There is no possibility of personal grudges.

The return to the market was surprisingly quick. Having already been exposed, Saiki Kusuo stopped pretending and simply let his wheelchair float to the side, walking slowly along the mountain path parallel to Kuroro's position, while using his Clairvoyance to search for Alluka.

They're quite lively, playing hide-and-seek.

"Can I hire you to do more things for me?" Kuroro asked.