March 15, 9 p.m., in front of the Zoldyck Family estate gates on Mt. Kukurou.
The night was deep. The bright moon hid behind dark clouds, making the sky seem even darker.
"This is my home." Illumi pointed ahead and said to the two people behind him, "I called ahead. The best doctor in the Zoldyck Family is ready."
Hisoka gently rubbed his fingers over his severed arm. "Mm... That's right. I'll need it sewn back on perfectly if I'm going to deal with the Phantom Troupe better in the future."
Gelman looked up at the gate before him—the Testing Door. As expected, it was made up of one gate within another, seven in total. Each successive gate was twice as heavy as the last, with the weight measured in tons.
He turned to look at Hisoka again, studying him closely for a while.
Hisoka had come back from the dead, and hadn't gone off the deep end yet. But that was only a matter of time.
He would most likely become a bloodthirsty killer, and the Phantom Troupe wouldn't be enough to satisfy him. He would turn to seek out more targets.
When that happened, Gelman and Illumi would become his prey, too.
Suddenly, a burly old man ran out of the gatehouse beside the Zoldyck Family gates.
He hurried over to Illumi, patting his bald crown and bowing obsequiously.
"Welcome back, young master Illumi, and welcome to your friends as well. The doctor has followed your orders and is waiting at the estate," said Gatekeeper Kanboron.
"Mm." Illumi nodded, his voice utterly flat. "That'll do."
"Yes, young master."
Illumi strode forward and pressed both hands against the Testing Door. With a series of creaks, he pushed open its six gates.
Illumi's expression remained unchanged. It was impossible to