The Daily Life of Saiki Kusuo in Zoldyck

"Is there anything you'd like to do since it's your first time out?" Illumi asked Saiki Kusuo on the street, handing him a bag of chocolates as he did so.

Kusuo Saiki really couldn't answer questions like these, especially those about fulfilling wishes. Even if his wish came true, he'd still have to rack his brains figuring out how to repay the favor. Kusuo Saiki lowered his head and ate his chocolate.

If there's anything he really wants to say, it's: Go home and stay there.

But now, even if he went home, he would probably be questioned by his parents about why he did it, so Kusuo Saiki had to think of another way.

3.2.1 ...

Time ticked by, and Kusuo Saiki couldn't think of anything.

"How about we go to the arcade for the kids?" Hisoka suggested from behind.

So Hisoka was still there. Kusuo Saiki quietly moved to the other side of Illumi, away from Hisoka's idea of ​​reaching out to put his arm around his shoulder.

Hisoka: [Oh, we've been found out? Interesting...]

If you wipe the pink snot bubble off your hand, it won't be noticed. I really don't want to be touched by that sticky stuff. Saiki Kusuo muttered to himself, he vaguely remembered the name was something like—Love? His disgust intensified.

“The arcade will be too noisy, and Xiaonan doesn’t like crowded places,” Illumi rejected.

"Don't be so quick to refuse. How about we book the whole place? I can pay for it, but the price is that Xiaofen and Xiaoyi have to play three games with me. You can choose the games, how about that?"

Hey, who's Little Pink?

But Hisoka can pay!

Kusuo Saiki and Illumi exchanged a glance and immediately reached a consensus between the brothers—if Hisoka paid for the entire arcade, they could go to the arcade once.

I remember the last time I went to an arcade was a long time ago...

The Sky Arena's tycoon booked out the entire arena, even relocating the staff to a corner, instantly quieting the place down.

Although the volume of voices within the telepathic range wasn't much lower, at least the surroundings were quieter. Kusuo Saiki set aside his prejudice and expressed his gratitude to Hisoka.

"You're quite polite, Little Pink."

So who is the little pink?

"Hmm, my name is Hisoka, you're welcome~" Hisoka waved his hand and put a large bowl of coins into Saiki Kusuo's hand.

This basin of coins weighs at least five kilograms; they are solid iron coins.

"That's too much." Kusuo Saiki caught it steadily in his hand, as if it were a foam board, unaware that this action had attracted Hisoka's attention.

Hisoka chuckled: "Little Illusion, didn't you say your little pink has never received any training?"

"Yes, so don't even think about competing with him, or I really will kill you."

"Do you think an ordinary person can easily lift a five-kilogram basin with one hand?"

Oh no, they've ambushed us here?

Kusuo Saiki immediately put the coins down, placing the coin bowl on the somewhat dilapidated machine, which then let out a pitiful wail.

...So, a mere five kilograms actually has weight?

Kusuo Saiki looked at Illumi with a hint of nervousness, but Illumi's reaction was remarkably calm: "Hmm, Kusuo-kun's surname is Zoldyck, does this little bit of weight require any reaction?"

That confidence, that sense of entitlement, that tone of voice that suggested a Zoldyck kid must have been born with superhuman strength, left Hisoka speechless.

"……All right."

Brother, you're really something.

Having been reminded of the power aspect, Kusuo Saiki avoided playing Whack-a-Mole, a game he really wanted to play, when selecting games.

"Do you know how to play The King of Fighters?" Hisoka suggested.

Has it swept the entire comic book world?

The condition for booking the entire venue was that he could have three matches with Hisoka. This kind of game shouldn't be dangerous, so Kusuo Saiki readily agreed, saying that the sooner the matches were over, the better.

The two arrived at the machines opposite each other.

Hisoka: "That way we won't see what each other is planning, hey, kid."

All I know is that you're really free in how you address people.

Kusuo Saiki nodded, but then felt a force unfolding within him.

After looking at it carefully, I realized that it was the usage of "念" (niàn).

This guy keeps saying it won't lead to cheating, but he's blatantly cheating all along.

Illumi glanced over but didn't pay much attention. In his view, Nen users using their abilities wasn't bullying; it was simply using their tools appropriately.

Illumi is currently arguing with the coin-pushing machine.

Dude, it's just a game, don't take it this seriously. Do you really need that many coins?

Kusuo Saiki breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that his older brother hadn't been led astray.

The machine in front of him displayed character options, and Kusuo Saiki looked them over before finally settling on a woman.

The match against Hisoka officially began.

At first, he did not know why Hisoka had chosen this machine.

Although telepathy can hear thoughts, Hisoka seemed to have harbored some purpose all along. It wasn't until he saw the King of Fighters machine that he had such thoughts. Therefore, Kusuo Saiki didn't know what he was thinking. This is a rare kind of vague thought that only someone who acts on instinct and desires can have. It's something that he himself doesn't think about in detail.

However, as the game progressed, the opponent's buttons were being pressed repeatedly, while Kusuo Saiki had to press them softer and softer, sometimes so softly that he didn't press any buttons at all.

He finally realized that Hisoka was using a tactic, manipulating his character to repeatedly press a certain button.

The more he cared, the harder it was to control his strength, especially on that one button, where he became increasingly careful with each press.

"Little Pink seems a bit out of sorts."

In the scene, Hisoka's chosen character walks back and forth with his hands in his pockets, while Kusuo Saiki stands still in one place, only in a defensive stance.

This person is very suspicious. He didn't give up just because Illumi said so, but instead kept probing my strength... experimenting on this kind of game console!

"It started as just a gut feeling, but this guess seems pretty close to the truth. Little Nan, are you in a state of uncontrollable power?"

"I'm really curious about what could bring someone to this state. I heard that the Zoldyck family has produced another amazing child recently. Your family is always so amazing, hehe... I really want to go and see."

I'll definitely block your way behind the door so you can't come in, you pervert.

However, the fact that he couldn't control his power seemed inescapable. Perhaps agreeing to the duel with Hisoka was a mistake. Kusuo Saiki finally failed, accidentally slamming the button on his character's hand. His character kicked the almost entirely undefended Hisoka away, and with lightning-fast hand speed, followed up with a combo to secure victory.

Since we've already been discovered, let's win first.

Chapter 14 appeared briefly, like bubbles rising from the sky.

She had managed to keep it from her family, but she couldn't hide it from this stranger she had only known for a few hours.

Kusuo Saiki knew the reason: his family had trusted his countless little abnormalities from the beginning, and had gradually come to accept them, so now they ignored all the suspicious points about him.

However, it was their first meeting, and Hisoka, who is naturally intuitive, was completely focused on her, which led to her being exposed.

Is the disaster that will result from this uncontrollable? There's no other way; we might as well deal with Hisoka now…

Just kidding, how could I, who transmigrated from a peaceful era, do such a violent thing? I'd rather foresee the day the apocalypse comes and do some insignificant little things to help Hisoka...

"Achu!" Hisoka sneezed.

"A cold?" Illumi asked in surprise.

"Thank you for your concern, Xiao Yi. Maybe someone is talking badly about me behind my back?"

"Cold medicine is very expensive now, I can sell you a box of 20,000 yuan."

Brother, are you a scalper?

Hisoka puffed out his cheeks slightly: "No need, how could a Nen user get sick?"

The air fell silent, and the two turned their gaze to Kusuo Saiki, who was engrossed in eating snacks.

"Kusuo, when did you notice the abnormality in your power?" Illumi asked. Hisoka had told Illumi immediately after noticing the problem, though his intention was to get Illumi to let him have a physical exchange with Kusuo Saiki.

From the time I was born, no, from my past life.

Of course, he couldn't say that directly. Kusuo Saiki remained silent, calmly taking a bite of pudding. He was missing coffee jelly. Maybe he should just teleport to Kukuro Mountain right now, cling to Nanika, and get her to send him home.

Illumi's gaze lingered, and Kusuo Saiki carefully considered what suitable moment would be used to answer, the kind of crucial point in a manga where the protagonist experiences twists and turns before finally realizing the power.

Kusuo Saiki found the answer.

Illumi instantly realized which day it was.

The day the Zoldyck family was ambushed and taken to the children's room.

"Did you activate your Nen ability when you were in danger? And this layer of concealment is very subtle. Even now, I can't be sure if you actually have Nen. Is this also instinct?" Illumi pondered.

Of course, the thought doesn't exist; it simply doesn't exist.

"Why don't we try reciting it? If the thought comes out, it means it hasn't been activated yet; if it doesn't, it means the thought is there." Hisoka snapped his fingers, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"Do you have experience? One wrong move and your life could be in danger," Illumi commented.

"No, it's my first time..."

Hey, what are you talking about, playing with other people's lives like puppets? Besides, it's hard to say whether I can even unleash it, because no one can actually inject that power of thought into my body.

Although no one has tried it yet, it's intuitive to think about.

Kusuo Saiki, holding the freshly served ice cream, moved to the corner of his seat.

My seat was by the window, with my older brother next to me and Hisoka across from me—an inescapable position.

I've heard that if a child in the Sky Arena thinks positively, a kind-hearted citizen wearing glasses and a white shirt, whose clothes are always a bit messy, will appear and save them from suffering.

Cough cough cough! What a coincidence! Master Kai Nian has appeared!? Saiki Kusuo was so surprised that he choked on his dessert.

"Are you practitioners who need to open your minds?"

Cloud Valley, who appeared in the Heavens Arena arc of the manga, is the one who helped Killua and Gon awaken Nen! Will I be forced to awaken Nen in the upcoming storyline? Wouldn't it be awkward if he couldn't?

"I'm also in the early stages of my studies and would really like to meet some like-minded colleagues. Are you two not yet affiliated with any masters? If you don't mind, our dojo..."

Time difference! He's only in his apprenticeship period!

Moreover, they set their sights on Illumi and Hisoka, completely ignoring me.

"No need. People who need help to activate Nen are just as useless to me," Hisoka replied lazily.