The scenery before him raced backward.
Cold sweat covered Killua's face as he gritted his teeth and ran.
Even Gon and I together were less of a threat than Kite with one arm missing.
That monster... that was how she judged us.
If Kite had been alone, maybe this wouldn't have happened.
We... were far too naive.
Killua ran with everything he had.
He didn't dare look back even once.
It wasn't just because of the evil aura raging behind him. He was also afraid that another look at Kite would shake his resolve to escape as quickly as possible.
Within the battlefield.
Neferpitou stood with her back to the direction Killua had fled.
At that moment, Kite had thoroughly piqued her interest. Until she satisfied the feline instincts within her body, Killua and Gon's existence meant nothing to her.
"Don't disappoint me."
Neferpitou leaned forward slightly, her hands hanging naturally before her, Kite's figure reflected in her ruby eyes.
The moment she tore off Kite's right arm, she could easily have pressed her advantage and settled the fight.
But she hadn't. She had even allowed Kite to activate his ability right in front of her.
That was because—
Her reason for attacking in the first place had been to test her own strength and witness the abilities of special humans firsthand.
Perhaps there was a hint of a cat toying with a mouse...
In any case, she wouldn't let Kite die so easily.
After all, with Killua and Gon as points of comparison, Neferpitou believed finding another special human as strong as Kite would be no easy task.
So she has strength to spare...
Seeing that Neferpitou wasn't launching a fierce assault, but instead studying the Crazy Clown he had just conjured, Kite formed a basic assessment of her