After dumping the child on Illumi, Coleman began his grand slacking endeavor.
His older brother wasn't around to manage him, and he didn't need to manage his younger brother himself.
Was there anything more wonderful than that? No!
Hiding in a corner with his eyes half-closed, Coleman felt that what he needed right now was a bed.
He watched Hanzo, who was locked in combat with Gon in the arena.
It was utterly boring.
Especially with Gon's bizarre train of thought...
A fight was a fight. Why did he have to bring noble character into it?
In the arena, Gon did little to defend himself against Hanzo's attacks, instead looking as though he were passively taking the blows.
No, it was more that he had no way to defend himself properly.
Hanzo's offensive was too fast.
Coleman tilted his head and stared at the man who called himself a ninja for quite a while.
He was a very strong young man.
His speed, strength, and precision were all outstanding.
If they were using real blades and weapons, Gon might have died.
As time passed, the child who refused to admit defeat had sustained injuries all over his body.
Some were even more severe than Kurapika's.
Meanwhile, aside from a few people who had nothing to do with the matter, the emotions of everyone else below the stage were beginning to shift in a subtle way.
As one of the self-proclaimed "human researchers," Coleman opened his eyes and looked toward Chairman Netero, seated in the best spot in the stands.
Well, well, that kid really was popular!
With a faint, inscrutable smile, Coleman shifted his gaze to Hanzo this time.
If this kept up, this ninja might just stir up public outrage!
That would be very unfriendly for someone about to