Coleman Suddenly Became the Shortest

The hotel at Heavens Arena offered free accommodation to competitors.

However, they weren't allowed to damage the room's furnishings or any other public property.

Any damage had to be paid for at its assessed value.

A wooden door wasn't that expensive.

But there was no way the Zoldyck brothers would ever pay up!

After a quick look, Coleman silently estimated the value of the fine wood.

This would cost at least thirty thousand Jenie to replace.

This was the seventieth floor of Heavens Arena.

The floors above the fiftieth were already decorated to the standard of five-star hotels.

The higher the floor, the better the accommodations.

Naturally, the cost of the decor went up as well.

And if Coleman wasn't mistaken, there was even a red-feather fish eye embedded in the top of this door.

Tsk, tsk. That would push the price up even more.

Hearing the two brothers, Hisoka stiffened and followed their gaze upward.

Whoa, that thing was really wedged in there.

If they pulled it out, wouldn't it leave a pretty obvious hole?

...Wait, I didn't do that, did I?

Why should I pay?!

"Hey, hey, be reasonable. Your brother broke it. What does that have to do with me?"

Hisoka smiled as he rubbed Coleman's head, his teeth clenched.

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Coleman grabbed Hisoka's arm, turned to the side, and gave it a quick twist.

In an instant, before Hisoka could react, Coleman tossed him onto the bed.

Hisoka felt a momentary lurch, and suddenly he was somewhere else.

But the attack hadn't hurt him at all. It had actually gotten him inside the room.

"Hmm?"

Unable to understand the child's actions, Hisoka sat on the bed and looked at Coleman in confusion.

Coleman, however, happily said to his brother, "We can call the manager over later and say he did it, right?"

Illumi tossed the empty snack bag into the bin and nodded. "Yes. We can just tell that lady. But, Coleman, why did you throw a piece of garbage onto the bed?"

Where are we supposed to sleep tonight?

We can't sleep on this bed, can we? It's so dirty.

Illumi looked at Hisoka with disgust.

After all, a few days ago, the man had killed someone and then stayed right there in a pool of blood.

He'd been covered in blood, and on top of that, he'd run over with a grin on his face!

So dirty!

Even his own little brother knew to disinfect and wash his hands with alcohol after finishing one of his "artworks."

Thinking back to that scene, Illumi turned away, refusing to look at Hisoka clowning around on the bed.

His face was full of disgust.

"But, brother, if I don't throw him accurately, I might hit something else and we'll have to pay for that too."

Coleman shrugged. He had no idea how much force he was using.

After all, he usually relied on speed to win.

He only knew that he was pretty strong, but he couldn't estimate just how strong.

Besides, even if he didn't break any of the bottles and jars in the room, it wouldn't be good to hit the flowers and plants on the balcony either.

Illumi frowned, then reluctantly conceded that Coleman had a point.

"But honestly, little brother, if you just want to pin the blame on him, you could tie him up and take him straight to the manager."

Illumi never hid how much he disliked Hisoka. At least in the short term, there was no way Hisoka could erase Illumi's bad impression of him.

After all, who would make friends with a weirdo for no reason?

Illumi would never be friends with someone who looked like a hassle.

Oh, except for Coleman.

Coleman was different.

After all, he was Coleman!

Illumi silently thought this as he opened another bag of sweets.

"Brother! That was my portion!"

Coleman glared as Illumi popped the little cake into his mouth.

That had been his portion. Illumi was so mean!

In two quick strides, he grabbed a bag of Illumi's favorite chocolate chips from the snack bag and opened it without a second thought.

Mumbling with his mouth full, he said, "I brought a bunch of books about Nen, didn't I? We're too young, and we can't use Nen yet, but this guy's about old enough, right?"

Illumi watched his beloved chocolate disappear into Coleman's mouth, then looked at the dessert his little brother loved in his own hand.

He sighed. Fine.

"Probably not. This guy's only a little over nine."

"Nine?! He's nine and he's that much taller than me?!"

Coleman stared, unable to believe it.

Illumi blinked as he looked at his little brother, who hadn't grown much lately. "It's not that surprising. But, little brother, you're already shorter than me."

So maybe it wasn't that he was too tall.

Maybe you... were growing slowly.

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Coleman frowned and held out a hand to compare his height with Illumi's.

His brother really was taller than him!

That couldn't be true!

Weren't they twins?!

This had to be a dream!

Coleman stood frozen, unable to believe he was two centimeters shorter than his brother.

With a milk carton in his mouth, Illumi mumbled, "Coleman doesn't like milk."

That was why he wasn't getting taller.

"Who would like something as weird as milk?"

"Me..."

Hisoka's voice came weakly from the bed, and he raised a paw.

Meeting the brothers' gazes as they turned toward him, he tilted his head.

"Milk's actually not bad... I quite like drinking it."