"Hisoka!"
Playing cards fluttered like snowflakes filling the sky.
The man lying in a pool of blood glared at his killer before closing his eyes, filled with hatred and resentment.
Hisoka kissed the bloodstained playing card in his hand and chuckled.
"The hunt is over. Who should I pick as my next toy? Or should I find some Little Apples worth cultivating?"
"That sounds like a good idea, too!"
Hisoka left the murder scene in his little heels, swaying his hips.
He was Hisoka Morow.
A wicked Magician who delighted in the thrill of the hunt.
He was also a capricious Fruit Farmer, constantly discovering fruit, nurturing it, then crushing it between his teeth.
Unfortunately, his latest quarry's final performance had left him less than satisfied.
He wondered whether he ought to become a little more discerning in his tastes.
Ideally, he would find a perfect big apple as his next target.
Of course, someone like him never remembered people or events from the past. He cared only about the future.
The disappointing little fruit lying in a pool of blood behind him would earn no more than a moment or two of disdain.
By tomorrow, or once he found something new to amuse him.
He would have forgotten even what the fellow looked like!
At a street-corner café, the twisted Fruit Farmer, who had already forgotten the opponent he had just killed, happened to encounter Chrollo out for a stroll with A Luo.
At his first glimpse of the man with black hair and black eyes.
Excitement surged through Hisoka's entire body.
His lust for battle, along with another kind of lust, stirred.
An uncontrollable impulse sent him springing from his chair.
This man!
This man whose strength was obvious at a glance.
*Wasn't he exactly the perfect