There was a kind of person in this world.
They were born strong, the ones who made the rules.
The world, and even society itself, had to adapt to them instead.
What set these people apart was that, at any time, they could make others follow their wishes as though it were only natural.
Many years later, when Kikyo looked back on her first meeting with Dio, she would finally understand something-
Why she had so naturally fallen into Dio's rhythm, eating that bun and following him.
It was because Dio possessed an air of absolute confidence almost identical to that of Kikyo's father, Silva, which instinctively inspired her trust.
When she was twelve, she would place that same trust in another boy her age.
That child, named Gon Freecss, would be the closest thing to a [born strong] person she had ever met.
But Killua, who was only eleven at the time, had yet to realize this.
He simply ate his bun and watched the figure ahead, whose presence felt utterly ordinary.
"Are you a local? You know your way around so well."
Killua asked curiously. He had only visited this town at the foot of the mountain once in his life, and his memories of that visit had already faded completely.
"No, I'm from Mingbo, the country next to yours. I'm here as a tourist too, but I asked the guy at the breakfast shop where the inn was."
"Nope. I'm from Mingbo, the country next to yours. I'm here sightseeing too, but I asked the guy at the breakfast shop where that inn was."
Dio led Kikyo around turn after turn, following the radar map in his mind toward their destination.
"What? So you don't even know whether you're going the right way."
Kikyo offered a speechless