By the time A Luo and the main group set off aboard the airship, Killua had already returned home, where his mother and his second brother, Milluki, had locked him in the Torture Room.
Milluki, who had eaten himself into practically a ball, swayed his obese body as he lashed the lean figure hanging in midair with all his strength.
Killua had undergone all manner of brutal trials in the Zoldyck Family since he was three, developing a perfect physique without an ounce of excess fat. His sharply defined abs in particular stood in stark contrast to Milluki's bloated frame.
Another lash struck Killua hard.
"You actually dared to slash Mom's face and run away! You've got some nerve, you little brat!"
Killua kept his head lowered.
Once again, he thought back to the day of the final trial.
A Luo had clearly warned him that Gittarackur was Illumi.
He had long since prepared himself to face his eldest brother. He had even wanted to try challenging him. Losing wouldn't matter; he would still have other chances afterward anyway.
Killua closed his eyes.
He admitted it.
That idea had, to some extent, been influenced by Gon's fight with Hanzo.
He simply couldn't understand why Gon had managed to win that fight by being so utterly unreasonable.
Hanzo was clearly far stronger than Gon. According to everything his family had always taught him, he should never confront an opponent head-on in that situation. If he couldn't find a clever way around it, the best choice was to retreat and lie low to preserve his strength, then hide in the shadows and wait for the right opportunity to kill with a single strike.
Of course, that was how an assassin dealt with an enemy.
It didn't apply to that final match.
So