From Hunter x Hunter to Master Inventor Section 25

Just as they were exchanging names, from the side—

"Huh? What's this? For me?"

Phinks looked at the basin full of cheap dough food held up in front of him, raising an eyebrow he didn't actually have.

"Come help hand out the snacks!"

From beneath the food, Sarasa's lively little face peeked out.

Chapter 035: That's Right, It's the Cleaning Warriors!!

"Ha?! Why me?!!"

Phinks looked like he'd seen a ghost, staring at Sarasa.

But Sarasa wasn't afraid at all, her small eyes wide, a smile on her face as she looked at Phinks.

Phinks: "..."

Though veins bulged on his forehead, the corner of his mouth twitched.

Then he casually took the basin of snacks from Sarasa's hands.

"Hey, which bastard still hasn't come for their snacks?! Get over here!!"

One hand in his pocket, he lifted the basin of dough snacks above his head and walked toward the children.

Feitan, meanwhile, deliberately distanced himself from Phinks's side.

"See, I told you..."

Sarasa hopped over to Chrollo, who had just finished greeting Mog and was watching them walk into the church. She smiled, seeking credit:

"Deep down, Phinks is really kind~!"

Sarasa chuckled, patting her chest. "Leave Uvogin to me too~!!"

"Mm~!"

A smile spread across Chrollo's face.

Beside them, Shira, who was also handing out food, said gently, "Look at you, needing the youngest Sarasa to protect you—that just makes you everyone's 'little brother.'"

She teased with a pursed smile.

Chrollo: "~~~"

"I think Chrollo's fine just the way he is~"

Pakunoda, with her buzz cut, felt that this side of Chrollo made him even more likable:

"I know Chrollo brings flowers to the church every day for offerings."

Father Zhol, who was also distributing food nearby, always wore a kind smile on his face.

He watched Chrollo and the others' every move.

And it wasn't just Chrollo's group.

Father Zhol's gaze shifted lightly, landing on Mog and his crew, who had just entered the venue.

His eyes, full of benevolence, gradually grew deeper.

Soon, the cheap snacks were handed out in no time.

Many of the children had already filed into the screening room.

The decor resembled an ancient Roman assembly hall, packed to the brim with kids.

On the original massive stage now stood a huge square whiteboard.

It looked a lot like the Seewo whiteboards in the conference rooms of Mog's past-life middle or elementary schools.

In front of the whiteboard, two church workers were fiddling with an old-fashioned, crudely wooden projector.

Many children found spots to sit, looking expectantly at the screen about to light up.

In a corner of the front row, Uvogin sprawled out, taking up nearly an entire row.

He wasn't alone—Phinks, Feitan, Nobunaga, Machi, and even Mog were there...

Yeah, just from the names, you could tell this bunch wasn't to be messed with.

The other Meteor City kids mostly steered clear of this little clique.

Of course, a few who weren't afraid of them still sat nearby.

"Hmph~!"

Franklin, equally large and burly, sat in the same row and snorted at Uvogin's showy demeanor.

Beside him, Shalnark flashed a handsome, delicate grin at Mog and the others.

Then he revealed the missing tooth in his mouth.

Yeah, obviously, Franklin and Shalnark—Chrollo's usual hangers-on—had come to the venue too.

If this had been the old Uvogin, he might have snapped back at Franklin.

But now...

No need at all!!

Once Lord Uvogin masters that power, he'll cut a bloody swath and teach you how to talk with his fists!!

His heart brimmed with confidence, and he'd already thought up nine ways to deal with Franklin.

That's right, nine!!

"This isn't a bad spot."

After glancing at the small forms of Franklin and Shalnark, Mog mainly surveyed the surroundings.

The place they were in was just right—a corner where the shadows met.

If they really wanted to slip away after the screening started, no one would be able to notice.

Having settled on the spot, Mog quietly waited for the screening to begin.

Click.

Soon, not much time passed.

With that crisp sound of a switch being pressed, the entire screening room plunged into darkness.

Whoa!!

Amid the chorus of children's gasps, a beam of light shot out from the projector, hitting the white screen!!

"Cleaning Squad, the Cleaners, make their entrance!!"

With a slightly childish voiceover slogan, the [Cleaning Warriors] made their flashy debut.

"Huh, this, could it be...?"

"That's right, it's the Cleaning Warriors!!"

"So cool~!!"

The kids cheered instantly, but only for a moment.

As the footage began to unfold layer by layer, the voiceover lines followed, and the children immediately quieted down again.

They watched the cartoon with excitement, occasionally murmuring low discussions:

"Why are they speaking Meteor City's language?!!"

"Has this show ever aired here?!!"

"No way!!"

"Did someone else dub it for them?!!"

The kids were having a blast, and with the plot's progression, laughter and chatter filled the entire screening room.

Chapter 036: Great, everyone's laughing so happily~!!

"Hey... those warrior voices are Chrollo's and Pakunoda's, right?!"

Shalnark chuckled as he recognized the people behind the dubbing.

"They've been sneaking around lately..."

Franklin said in a gruff voice, "So this is what they've been busy with."

Since Chrollo wanted to surprise everyone, the fewer people who knew about the dubbing, the better.

He'd deliberately not called these two friends over.

Besides, female voices are naturally more penetrating and flexible than male ones.

Apart from Chrollo handling the main male voices, the rest could be done by Shira, Pakunoda, and Sarasa.

And that's exactly how it was.

None of the Meteor City kids present caught on; instead, they listened to Chrollo's scripted lines and dubbing, matching them to the footage, laughing uncontrollably.

"Great, everyone's laughing so happily~!!"

"Making a dubbed version was definitely the right call!!"

Backstage, Sarasa watched the kids outside with their joyful expressions, a happy smile spreading across her face.

"You three practiced for a long time to get the rhythm right."

Chrollo praised his friends with a smile.

"It's nothing. Chrollo's the impressive one."

Pakunoda shook her head with a smile. "You wrote the script based on how the images changed."

"And you used different tones for every male character. No one should've noticed."

Someone did notice.

Mog had picked up on the shifts in tone—the essence of the voice was the same.

"Those male characters are probably all voiced by Chrollo, right?"