Nobunaga's right hand, the one he usually wielded his sword with, hung limp. Biscuit had already broken it, so he had no choice but to hold his sword in his left hand. Covered in blood, he walked over and stared coldly at Uvogin, who was only half a body on the ground.
He sighed.
"I still remember your dream: to train your Super Destruction Fist until it had the power of a nuclear bomb. It sounded completely unrealistic, but deep down, I believed you'd manage it someday."
"Unfortunately, it looks like you won't get the chance now."
"I know that, in the end, you'd want me to run and report what we learned about Gelman to Chrollo..."
"But I can't. Aside from wondering how I'd evade pursuit in this state, I could never just turn around and run after watching you die here."
Just like Feitan and Phinks, Nobunaga and Uvogin shared a special bond. It made them understand each other better than the other members of the Phantom Troupe did.
But that bond was also what had brought them to this end.
Biscuit and Shizuku were about to move forward when they heard Kurapika's long-suppressed voice. They both stopped.
"Heh... the Phantom Troupe... You... You feel pain when your comrades die, too? You have feelings, too?"
Though Master Gelman had told him about the Phantom Troupe's past and how close its core members were, seeing the expression on Nobunaga's face still hurt.
In the original timeline, Kurapika had noticed this, too.
Back then, the Phantom Troupe had captured Gon and Killua, while Kurapika had taken Chrollo prisoner.
He'd used Chrollo as leverage to make Pakunoda come and negotiate. During that time, he'd keenly sensed that the Phantom Troupe weren't completely emotionless, bloodthirsty beasts.
If they really were demons, they