No Need At All

"So, from today on, Coleman, you are not allowed to eat only desserts and skip your meals."

Tossing aside the empty bag, Illumi spoke with a deadpan expression.

"If this continues, I'm going to get scolded by Mother."

Illumi had no desire to endure the headache-inducing screeching of his mother.

It was better to leave that particular suffering to their respected father alone.

Not wanting to be blamed for failing to take proper care of his younger brother, Illumi decided to cut off the little one's snacks.

Besides, children grew quickly; as long as Coleman was the same height as him by the time they returned home, it would be fine.

By eating on time, Illumi was confident his brother would grow taller!

As for these snacks, Illumi would naturally take the burden of finishing them off himself.

Illumi: Eating snacks doesn't help you grow, so I'll eat the snacks and you eat your meals. That way, you'll be as tall as me in no time!

Finding his own logic perfectly sound, Illumi solemnly took the bag of snacks from Coleman's hands and placed it on his own side.

Coleman: "..."

Does this really have that much to do with snacks?!

Are you sure it isn't just because twins grow at different rates?

It's perfectly normal for one to grow first and the other to follow!

However, looking at Illumi, who appeared serious but was secretly suppressing a laugh, Coleman chose to shift his target.

What else could he do?

He wasn't even sure he could beat his own brother in a fight.

He might as well bully someone else instead.

His gaze shifted to the left, locking onto the youth lying on the bed, who was so bored he had started staring at the ceiling.

"Hey, you over there."

Hearing someone seemingly calling him, Hisoka sat up, his face full of question marks.

You two aren't arguing anymore?

He then felt a surge of excitement.

If you aren't arguing, let's go fight!

A "mini-Illumi" with white hair and red eyes!

Hisoka was dying to test if this guy was as strong as Illumi.

They were twins, after all.

Under normal circumstances, their strength shouldn't be that far apart.

Thinking of this, Hisoka began to feel inexplicably excited.

It was the thrill and pleasure that came from fighting someone "interesting."

"Wanna fight? How about we go have a spar? I found a great spot! We can go eat after we're done! Plus, there's no need to worry about paying for property damage during the fight!"

This was a good spot Hisoka had accidentally discovered while chasing Illumi that morning.

It was an abandoned courtyard near the suburbs, supposedly slated for demolition; in any case, it was a place no one wanted.

He had originally intended to lure Illumi there to fight once he found him.

Moreover, the place was extremely spacious, so he wouldn't have to worry about the fight ending unsatisfactorily because Illumi disappeared halfway through.

With a person that big in such a large open space, Hisoka didn't believe he could just vanish into thin air!

The previous two fights had always taken place in alleys, where Illumi would often find an excuse to slip away, and Hisoka wasn't always able to catch up.

That was why he had specifically scouted out a good location this time.

And now that he had encountered Illumi's brother, Hisoka believed he could finally have a satisfying fight!

No sooner had he proposed this constructive suggestion than he was met with a simultaneous eye-roll from both porcelain dolls.

Fighting was out of the question unless there was money involved.

Coleman wasn't idle enough to go out and take a sunbath for no reason.

If it were nighttime, he might have had some interest in playing with this kid.

But with the sun beating down so fiercely outside, there was no way Coleman was going out.

Hadn't he waited until the sun was setting to go find Ku'er Ya?

Coleman looked longingly at the pile of snacks, only to receive a sharp glare from his brother in return.

He slumped over to a chair, sat down, closed his eyes, and spoke with an air of nonchalance: "Go find my brother. I'm giving him to you; don't come to me for a fight."

Because his brother had banned his desserts and was even trying to make him drink milk, Coleman decided to cut ties with him for one hour!

Before Hisoka could excitedly respond, Illumi was the first to sense that something was wrong.

"Coleman, are you angry?"

"No."

"You're angry."

"I am not!"

Coleman puffed out his cheeks, sat on the stool, and glared at his brother who didn't know how to talk.

Can't you coax me when you see I'm angry?

If you keep asking over and over, do you think the anger will just dissipate on its own?

He turned his head away, refusing to look at this man who lacked any romantic sensibility.

"Catch."

But upon hearing his brother's voice, Coleman turned his head instinctively and caught the object Illumi tossed his way.

"You're allowed to drink this today."

Hearing this, Coleman looked down and discovered it was a bottle of carbonated soda.

This was something he was forbidden from drinking at home.

Because Mother believed that drinking too much carbonated soda would stunt his growth.

But Coleman loved it; he loved the sensation of the bubbles popping in his mouth.

Of course, if he could drink blood-based beverages, he would never choose this low-tier substitute!

His heart gave a little leap of joy, and the corners of his mouth curled up. "Thanks, big brother!"

Woohoo, I have a drink!

"So, are you coming along? If we have a match, Hisoka will pay thirty thousand Jenie."

Hisoka: "?"

When did I agree to that?

Illumi ignored Hisoka's gaze and asked him in confusion, "If you pay thirty thousand Jenie, I will have a match with you."

"Fine!"

See? Didn't he just agree?

Coleman squinted lazily, looking at the blazing sun outside.

"No thanks. Just send me the address once you're done fighting, and I'll come find you."

Fight under the scorching sun?

No need for that!

Of course, if you were to throw hundreds of thousands at me, I might consider it.

A few tens of thousands?

Can't I just go 'kill someone' and get that?

Besides, Coleman didn't know how to fight.

He only knew how to kill.