Phantom Troupe? (1/5)

Hisoka's favorite thing to do was personally judge the ripeness of each apple, then enjoy plucking them with his own hands.

Now, this might have been the first time he had felt such intense killing intent toward someone he had never met.

"..."

During the brief silence, Hisoka's eyes brimmed with killing intent, and an aura that warned others to stay away radiated from him.

This killing intent was not directed at the muscular man who had taken the initiative to greet him.

But the muscular man was not far from Hisoka, and he inevitably found himself caught within Hisoka's murderous aura.

In an instant, the muscular man felt an endless tide of danger washing over him.

"What's going on? Is he... The Tumbler Hisoka...?"

At that moment, the muscular man nearly doubted his own eyes.

And under the terrifying pressure of Hisoka's killing intent, he clearly could not suppress the panic rising from deep within his heart.

He felt as if he would suddenly suffocate if he stayed any longer.

Faced with that sense of danger, the muscular man had no time to investigate the oddity of this The Tumbler Hisoka before him. Following his instincts, he fled.

Hisoka ignored the muscular man's panicked retreat and made no effort to restrain his aura.

Holding part of "his own" battle footage, he went straight back to the private room Heavens Arena had arranged for "him."

The private room was spacious, clean, and tidy.

Hisoka swept his gaze over the room a few times and easily determined that there were no signs of anyone having "lived" there recently.

But that information could only reveal so much.

Hisoka withdrew his gaze, walked over to the television, and inserted the videotape in his hand into the VCR beneath it.

A few breaths later,