Early the next morning, Wing was woken by the doorbell.
With his hair sticking out in every direction, he threw on a shirt and shuffled over to answer the door, looking thoroughly disheveled.
There stood the two kids who had only left his place last night, along with a beautiful blonde girl. All three greeted him warmly.
"Good morning, Mr. Wing."
Wing: "..."
Having once lived under the thumb of his master, Biscuit-a woman who looked like a beautiful young girl but was actually decades older-he immediately turned around and straightened his clothes, almost on reflex.
Only after quite a while did he turn back and invite the three inside.
Hearing the commotion, Zushi ran out of his room. He greeted Killua and Gon happily when he saw them.
"Killua, Gon, you're here so early!"
"The girl with you looks like the one from that match people called the bloodiest-"
Before the kid could finish, Killua clapped a hand over his mouth and dragged him aside.
Gon scratched his head and sheepishly explained to A Luo.
"Zushi didn't mean anything by it! It's not like he thinks badly of you because of those rumors, A Luo. He's just so young that he always speaks without thinking!"
A Luo had no intention of blaming someone over a single remark.
Besides, to anyone who didn't know what had happened, the way she had lost control in the ring that day probably did make her look like a complete monster, every bit as twisted as Hisoka!
How could I have left someone like that?
A Luo couldn't help remembering the first time she had done such a thing. Afterward, she had hidden in her room and thrown up for ages.
She had even felt as though the stench of blood had seeped into