Hisoka: Which Good Person Did This

"Coleman, what do you think you're doing?!"

The voice arrived before the man himself.

Silva's deep, furious roar echoed through the corridor.

A transparent current of aura slammed violently against the 'Spider's Nest' Coleman had just constructed.

As time passed, the fine threads began to snap, inch by inch.

"Oh my, oh my, Father is still Father, after all."

Watching the threads—sturdy enough to slice through century-old trees with ease—shattered so effortlessly by Silva's Nen, Coleman couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

He truly was the figurehead of the assassin world.

Without a hint of panic, Coleman smiled and released his own Nen.

The threads wrapped around his wrists slowly extended, expanding rapidly the moment they left his body.

Within seconds, the entire room was filled with fine silk.

Coleman turned back and said gently, "Little Darling, I'm sorry for the trouble."

Before Nanika could react, a shell formed from threads imbued with Coleman's aura quickly encased the child.

With a sharp tug, the 'cocoon' was stuck firmly to the wall.

Rubbing his fingers together, Coleman arched a brow.

Hisoka's techniques were actually quite decent.

Bang!

The iron door was blown off its hinges by a single punch, slamming into the opposite wall.

Silva stood with a dark expression, looking expressionlessly at his second son, who had always been so 'mischievous.'

"What do you think you're doing?"

Coleman didn't change his expression, slowly walking toward his father, who was radiating killing intent.

Every step he took was met with the stinging sensation of sharp, hostile aura.

Yet, he acted as if he were completely oblivious, walking toward his father without even a moment's hesitation.

As he walked, he gestured with his hands.

"Oh, Father, I don't think this is a good place for a conversation, don't you agree?"

His attitude was humble, and his tone hid a layer of respect.

Yet, his movements showed not a shred of deference toward his superior.

He remained languid, still as devil-may-care as ever.

In Coleman's own words, respect and textbook-perfect manners were reserved for ladies.

Father?

Father didn't need such things.

"Trust me, this really isn't a good place for a talk."

As he spoke, he threw an arm around his father's shoulders and pushed him toward the exit.

Silva watched him coldly, yet he followed along compliantly.

In any case, the boy didn't seem to be in any real danger.

As for his arm?

He could consider it a lesson learned.

"Hold this for me, dear Father."

With that, Coleman tossed his severed arm into Silva's arms.

Using his free hand, he tapped against the wall.

He released his Nen.

The threads seemed to possess a life of their own, quickly crawling downward and gathering into a ball.

Looking toward the camera, Coleman said indifferently, "Remember to clean up the trash."

Then, he winked at Nanika and turned to leave.

After turning three corners, Coleman pushed Silva into a storage room.

Silva crossed his arms, watching his second son play the fool.

He spoke coldly, "Enough. Tell me, what did you see?"

From the moment Coleman was born, Silva knew there was something wrong with this son.

Since ancient times, throughout the generations of the Zoldyck Family, not a single person had Red Eyes.

They were either blue or brown, and sometimes black.

But, red eyes, and naturally red eyes that don't change color.

This did not belong to the Zoldyck Family's genes.

Moreover, this child's eyes were completely different from those of a normal person.

It was as if something was always flowing within them, constantly swirling.

Especially when Coleman was excited, it was like a swirling sea, with light flashing.

Coleman was also honest; when he first noticed something was wrong with himself, he told his grandfather, Zeno.

It was for this reason that his grandfather, without telling Silva, overruled all objections and stripped Coleman of his right to inherit the Zoldyck Family.

The first glance Zeno caught of Coleman's constantly swirling red eyes revealed the bloodlust and terror hidden within.

Therefore, no matter what, Zeno could not allow an uncertain person to take over as head of the family.

However, after all, it was all based on Zeno's intuition; he had no proof that Coleman was the 'ominous person.'

And because he felt he owed him, Zeno had always indulged and spoiled Coleman.

Even Coleman's fondness for 'art' was allowed to run its course.

Until, when Coleman was fourteen, Illumi, due to a family intelligence error, fell into a trap surrounded by dozens of people.

In extreme anger and fear, Coleman accidentally unleashed the full deterrent power of his red eyes.

Shattering everyone who intended to harm Illumi.

Later, according to Illumi, before Coleman fainted, the child's pupils were vertical.

Like a giant python in extreme rage.

But Coleman, after waking up, seemed to have no memory of the event.

However, since that incident, the child began to see 'strange' things.

For example, Nen.

The manifestation of killing intent, a skill only mastered by those who have been immersed in slaughter for years.

But Coleman could see the killing intent emanating from around a person.

Regardless of its strength.

Of course, there were other miscellaneous things that Coleman himself couldn't explain.

Yesterday, the child told Silva that he could see the 'black creature' floating and entwined around Alluka.

Perhaps, that was the key to Alluka harboring another soul within her body.

For the safety of his family, and to 'save' Alluka, Silva was successfully persuaded by Coleman's silver tongue.

Trying it wouldn't hurt.

But who would have thought that this little guy would directly demand a price!

And even lost an arm because of it!

Truly!

Truly audacious!

Silva, seething with anger, wished he could send this 'little troublemaker' to the punishment room right now.

And give him a good education!

But seeing the hidden meaning in Coleman's words, Silva forced himself to calm down for a moment.

This brat wasn't going anywhere, and there was no rush to deal with him!

Coleman blinked his eyes and pretended to be serious: "I saw a black mist swirling in Nanika's shadow, and it seemed alive."

"Every time Nanika uses a 'demand,' this thing becomes restless, as if it craves something. Simply put, I think it's hungry."

"And when the demand ends, and the one who made the demand fulfills it, the creature seems to have eaten something and is content, curling back into the shadow. Is that eating its fill?"

Coleman was a little unsure, but in any case, after he cut off his own arm and gave it to Nanika, the black mist felt much cooler, as if it were very happy.

Perhaps, it was a colorful black?

"Afterward, a grayish-white 'Nen' rushes out of Nanika's body, fulfilling the wish of the one who made the demand. And after one demand ends, Nanika's physical condition improves significantly. I think the process of fulfilling a demand or request is like a person eating."

Shrugging, Coleman said helplessly, "Father, I don't know if you've noticed, but Killua is already much taller than Nanika, and they are twins."

Even if Nanika's training wasn't as good as Killua's, they ate the same amount.

Sometimes, after using a request, Nanika's appetite was even greater than Killua's.

But this child, ever since he stopped using demands, hadn't grown any taller for a long time.

He was small and soft.

And his physical condition was poor, not at all like a five-year-old child.

Muttering for a moment, Silva pondered.

"In other words, if Nanika is forced not to use demands, it's very likely that Nanika will become weak due to insufficient energy, or even die and be unable to grow?"

"Yes."

Insufficient energy is just like malnutrition.

Sooner or later, it would drain this child to death.

Rubbing his temples with a headache, Silva felt somewhat irritable.

He was not entirely sure what kind of changes would occur if Alluka, who served as the vessel, were to die, or what would happen to that unknown soul from the Dark Continent "locked" inside her body.

However, regardless of the consequences, Silva did not want them to happen within the Zoldyck Family.

"So you made that wish that exploits a loophole."

Silva's gaze was heavy; this was not the first time he had discovered that his Second Son was quite fond of exploiting loopholes in the rules.

Moreover, his grasp of human affairs and social nuances was better than most of the Zoldyck descendants of this generation.

If not for those eyes of unknown origin...

Silva would actually be quite willing to pass the position of family head to this son who knew how to advance and retreat with such poise.

"Yes, Father. I believe that rather than waiting for the day Nanika goes berserk, it would be better to 'train' and brainwash her beforehand so that she remains loyal to the Zoldyck Family. In this way, not only can we protect Alluka, but the Zoldyck Family will also gain a sharp blade."

Judging from the experiments conducted by the Zoldyck Family, there are indeed some patterns to Nanika's requests.

The difficulty of her requests depends on the wish made prior to that specific request.

The more complex and difficult the wish is to fulfill, the faster the level of the next request will escalate.

This continues until it triggers the death of one, several, dozens, or even hundreds of people.

At that point, the difficulty of the request will drop back to level one.

It becomes the most suitable difficulty for making a wish.

So why was the wish Coleman made this time considered exploiting a loophole?

It was simple: this wish could be considered difficult, yet it could also be considered simple.

To make this wish simple, one needed to grant Nanika freedom.

By letting Nanika make requests to people outside the Zoldyck Family, the moments of extreme hunger for the dark creature hidden inside Nanika would not occur. Consequently, Nanika would not force her requests; at that time, the wish would be in a state of extreme ease to fulfill. Conversely, the difficulty of fulfilling the wish would increase.

After all, you cannot keep that "pitch-black" entity hungry forever.

Who knows what would happen if it went berserk?

Therefore, the moment this wish was made, Coleman was already effectively threatening Silva to make a decision quickly.

Now that the wish had been granted, it was only a matter of time before Nanika gained her freedom.

"We only need to handle the 'aftermath' during the early stages when Nanika makes her forced requests. Once she is under control, this creature will forever be an offensive and defensive weapon for the Zoldyck Family."

Why not do it?

One only needs to invest a little time and energy to obtain a sword that shares a bloodline with the family.

Coleman considered this a very profitable deal.

In short, it was definitely not a loss.

Watching Silva waver, Coleman administered the final dose of persuasion.

"And Father, perhaps my eyes can restrain Nanika to a certain extent."

Coleman looked into Silva's shocked eyes and continued, "If I wanted to, I believe I could directly refuse Nanika's request for an arm without suffering any harm, though Nanika might be injured as a result."

The moment the request for the arm occurred, Coleman had felt a surge of inexplicable anger.

It was the fury of a wild beast being provoked.

But Coleman had merely suppressed it calmly and agreed to the request.

As a result, his eyes were still a bit red and hot.

However, these were minor issues, and Coleman did not take them to heart.

"Alright, Father, I believe you can make your decision now."

Silva's mind was occupied with the letter of pros and cons that Coleman had handed him yesterday.

After weighing the options, he finally let out a cold snort.

"We will observe for a few more days. We shall discuss this further once your grandfather returns!"

"Understood, Father. In that case, I will go take care of my arm first."

With a cheeky grin, Coleman blinked his eyes in a fawning manner.

Silva huffed in annoyance and tossed the arm back to him.

"Do you have a place to get it reattached?"

"I do!"

"Of course you do. You have plenty of those shady friends of yours!"

Silva didn't even need to think to know that this was someone from the Underworld that this brat had provoked at some point.

"Be careful, don't get tricked."

Coleman's worried reminder, after all, he was still a child.

Even if precocious, he couldn't possibly outwit those old foxes who had been in the underworld for years.

Even Silva, who had been the head of the assassin family for over a decade, was unwilling to engage in lengthy conversations with those unreasonable, backstabbing old timers.

What was there to discuss with those guys who had been in the underworld for so long they couldn't tell if they were human or ghosts?!

Silva felt he was lowering himself just by speaking another word to them!

With that thought, he couldn't help but smack Coleman on the back of the head.

"Cut it out. Those people are not to be trifled with! If you push them too far, I might not be able to bail you out!"

The intertwining of official and underworld connections, their collusion.

Who knew how many people's cakes would be affected if one thread was pulled!

The Zoldyck Family was indeed powerful, but they couldn't contend with the entire underworld.

Although Silva believed his second son knew his limits, Coleman was just too mischievous!

Wherever there was trouble, he'd be there.

He just had to get his hands on the freshest 'gossip'!

"I know, I know. You don't trust me to handle things?"

"Heh!"

With a scoff, Silva eyed Coleman meaningfully.

Who was it that had angered a noble lady last time?

She had come crying to them, and it was Silva who had managed to calm her down.

That kid of his had run off so fast, even Illumi couldn't catch him!

"Ahem, last time was an accident."

Scratching his face, Coleman gave a sheepish smile.

"An accident? Should I give you examples?"

Silva, hands behind his back, looked at his son with disdain.

He said proudly and self-satisfiedly, "If you don't have the diamond, don't take on porcelain work. If you don't have my skills from back then, why are you showing off?"

"You back then? Tell me about it!"

Coleman, with a half-smile, mimicked Silva's usual posture, crossing his arms.

Unfortunately, he only had one arm, and his imitation was clumsy.

Silva was about to speak, but then paused and coughed awkwardly.

"Ahem, a good man doesn't boast about his past glories. Hurry up and go get your arm back!"

Saying that, he waved his hand dismissively, telling him to leave.

"Alright, I'm going."

Bowing slightly in a gentlemanly fashion, Coleman whistled and walked away quickly.

He had thought he'd get to hear some juicy gossip, but there was nothing.

His father was too timid.

Tsk, Mother wouldn't do much to him, at most her screaming attacks would last a few days.

Thinking about the tasks for the next few days, Coleman adopted an attitude of 'it doesn't concern me'.

He dialed a number: "Hisoka, don't you know a doctor? Do me a favor."

"?"

"My left arm has been cut off."

"?! Who? Which good person did it?"

"...Me."

. You are reading Hunter x Hunter: Ultimate Elegance by the great author Miao Shijiu