Once everyone had taken their positions inside the Stadium, Razor quickly conjured another figure, Number Zero.
Number Zero served as the referee responsible for keeping score, and he was also the one who would put the ball into play at the start.
Holding the volleyball, Number Zero called, "Ready... begin!" and tossed it high into the air.
As the volleyball soared, Number Six, who stood opposite Killua, did not jump up to contest it as expected. Instead, he darted aside and let Killua have it.
An inexplicable anger flared in Killua's chest, but he quickly composed himself and passed the volleyball to Grenu.
After catching it, Grenu bent slightly at the waist and warily studied Numbers One through Seven in front of him. They varied in height and build, and he was at a loss over what to do.
Standing farther back, Cordis said, "Try Number Three first. He looks a little weaker."
But a dissenting voice immediately chimed in. "I think Number Four looks good~"
Cordis shot Hisoka, who stood beside him, a withering glare, then called to Grenu a short distance away, "Three, Number Three! Listen to me!"
Hisoka shrugged in feigned helplessness. "Honestly~ your temper is as bad as ever~"
"Huh? I've got a bad temper? How is my temper bad?!"
That remark had clearly infuriated Cordis. Just as he was about to have a proper word with Hisoka, Jeter Shari, standing nearby, finally lost patience and yelled at them both.
"You're driving me nuts! Once the match is over, I'll pay for a room for you two. Then you can argue all you want!"
"A presidential suite, please~"
After Jeter Shari's outburst, the two settled down a little, and the pressure fell back on Grenu.
After weighing his options for a while, he finally threw the