Mr. Hisoka, May I Have Your Autograph?

It was as if they had found a common topic.

Killua showed off another offensive technique—Claws.

He excitedly said that he could teach the technique to Moyu.

If Illumi had been here, every strand of his short hair would probably have stood on end.

Tsubone, hidden in the shadows, was so conflicted that she did not know what to say.

When she had just seen Moyu suddenly use Rhythm Echo, she had been startled as well.

Moreover, she could tell that when Moyu used Rhythm Echo, there was a conspicuous sense of awkwardness in the movements of his limbs.

This did not mean Moyu's imitation was lacking.

On the contrary, it was precisely because he had imitated it too well that he seemed so stiff.

If he could shake off the subtle influences brought by imitating Illumi's habitual movements, Moyu would probably master Rhythm Echo very soon.

"Truly remarkable..."

Tsubone sighed inwardly.

To be honest, at her age, she had seen quite a few promising talents at the Zoldyck Family's butler training institution.

But not to mention people of the same age—even many trainees several years older than Illumi were far inferior to him in terms of talent and ability.

It could be said that Illumi, who had undergone Zoldyck Family training since childhood, was exceptional in every respect, with few rivals among his peers.

And Moyu, who had suddenly appeared, was like an exception...

He had unreasonably defeated Illumi twice in a row.

More importantly, Tsubone felt that Illumi's losses had not been unfair at all.

In her view, Moyu possessed equally extraordinary potential, not to mention that opening stance that seemed to be from the 100-Type Guanyin...

But what left Tsubone conflicted now was not that she had gained a deeper understanding of Moyu's potential. It was that,