"Kurapika, there's a miracle medicine in your pocket."
Looking at Kurapika resting in the corner, Killua handed him a bag of candy and said, "Once you use it, you can take part in the following matches, if you want."
As long as he won one match, he could obtain a Hunter License, so Kurapika did not actually need to continue participating in the matches.
He only had to forfeit.
Upon hearing this, Kurapika was startled for a moment and reached into his pocket to search.
Sure enough, a medium-sized jar of ointment lay quietly in the corner.
The pain made him stiffen for a moment when he moved, but he obediently applied the medicine anyway.
After a long silence, Kurapika muttered softly, "Thank you."
"Hm?" Killua licked his lollipop and smiled indifferently. "You can curse him, you know. He hit you so hard!"
Someone like Second Brother didn't need thanks.
In fact, the more you cursed him, the more excited he got, like some kind of pervert.
At that moment, Killua heard his own name being called as well. He waved goodbye to Kurapika. "That bag of candy is yours. Don't give it back to him!"
With that, he walked toward the arena.
Kurapika watched his back, his gaze slowly dropping to the candy.
It was the brand Coleman always ate. Apparently, it was expensive and only produced in limited quantities.
With a smile, Kurapika glanced at the man staring gloomily at him. Ignoring the resentment written all over the man's face, he tore open the bag and ate one.
In the arena, across from Killua, a strangely dressed freak covered in nails slowly and jerkily walked forward.
That familiar yet unfamiliar presence made Killua shudder.
He watched the freak warily, putting away his initial contempt.
Countless thoughts flashed through