Even Little Hisoka showed signs of rising.
An accidental glance sent Cordis's face deathly pale.
He stood rooted to the spot, utterly stunned.
The kitchen knife in his hand fell to the floor with a clang.
Hisoka hurriedly bent down to pick up the fallen bath towel.
As he covered his lower half with it, he explained.
"Honestly, this towel just won't behave."
His usual teasing tone was long gone, and there was even a hint of panic in his voice.
Cordis picked up the kitchen knife from the floor, his face expressionless.
Just as Hisoka thought that was the end of it.
Cordis raised the knife and charged straight at him.
Naturally, Hisoka couldn't stand there and let Cordis stab him, while Cordis chased after him with the knife raised, ready to kill.
Hisoka dodged ahead of him, evading the blade that kept swinging his way.
As Cordis chased Hisoka, he hurled vicious curses at him. Hisoka had originally thought Cordis was rather quiet and reserved.
Apparently, he'd been mistaken.
In the end, dinner never happened, but Cordis chased Hisoka around with the knife all night.
The sight of the two chasing each other around the room was a rare spectacle at Heavens Arena.
The poor guy downstairs, though.
He spent the entire night listening to his ceiling shake.
But with Hisoka living upstairs, he didn't dare voice his anger and endured it until dawn.
Three people went without sleep that night.
Cordis, who was trying to slash someone with a knife; Hisoka, who was running all over the place ahead of him; and the guy downstairs, who couldn't sleep through the noise.
Nen users might have had excellent stamina.
But even they couldn't withstand a whole night of nonstop running.
Only when the sun rose again did Cordis