A Fateful Gamble: Twelve Pairs of Scarlet Eyes for Sacred Fruits

Benjamin opened the metal box in his hand.

Inside the box lay black velvet lining.

Rows upon rows of glass containers were neatly arranged on top of it.

Each container held a single eye submerged in liquid.

They were crimson, like burning flames.

The Kurta Scarlet Eyes.

Densely packed, row after row.

Kurapika's breathing stopped instantly.

His eyes were fixed firmly on those eyes.

His body trembled slightly.

"Thirty-six pairs."

Benjamin's voice rang out slowly.

"Seventy-two intact Kurta Scarlet Eyes."

"They were spoils the Imperial Legion brought back from the Kurta Clan settlement all those years ago."

"They had been sealed in the Empire's secret vault ever since."

He closed the box and looked at Kurapika.

"Well?" he said. "Are you taking this deal?"

"One Rainbow Sacred Fruit for one intact pair of Scarlet Eyes."

"A fair trade. No cheating anyone, young or old."

Kurapika said nothing.

His gaze remained on the box.

His fingers were clenched tightly.

Even his knuckles had turned white.

Thirty-six pairs.

Seventy-two eyes.

The eyes of his clansmen.

He had searched for so many years, sought revenge for so many years.

He had never expected to see so many of them at once here.

Gon was stunned as well.

He looked at the box, then at Kurapika.

He could feel it.

Kurapika's emotions were fluctuating intensely.

Killua frowned too.

He knew.

What those eyes meant to Kurapika.

Leorio opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.

Genos stood nearby, silently scanning them.

Saitama leaned against the tree and yawned.

He had no interest in any of this.

After a long silence.

Kurapika finally spoke.

His voice was somewhat hoarse.

"I... need to discuss this with my companions."

Benjamin raised an eyebrow.

"Fine," he said. "I'll give you five minutes."

"Come find me