"Was that person... an enemy of yours?"
As Dio calmly watched the hole in the ground, Bokushin asked worriedly.
Even from so far away, that person's murderous intent still sent chills down her spine.
She could well imagine that if she faced that red-haired clown head-on, she would probably be lucky to last even a single exchange.
In fact, most Nen users could not last more than a few breaths against a serious Hisoka. His strength, speed, flexibility, and even his reactions in combat were all extraordinarily gifted.
Even though Bokushin's faith in Dio's strength now bordered on blind trust, she still could not help worrying.
"Strictly speaking, nobody in this world has a grudge against me, though there certainly are some people tired of living who want to kill me.
"He's much the same," Dio said dismissively. "The difference is that he's just bored. When he isn't having an episode, he makes a pretty good blade."
After all, Dio was sometimes pressed for time himself and could not search the entire world for the Phantom Troupe, who hid even better than rats in the sewers. That was when Hisoka proved useful.
Someone strong enough, yet no threat to him, who would not plot behind his back and only liked fighting head-on, and who, finally, had the same targets he wanted dead-
"Heh..."
Amusement flickered in Dio's eyes as he looked down from above at the red-earth continent, where a thunderstorm had descended like a natural disaster. An enigmatic smile curled his lips.
Bokushin froze at the sight, unable to understand what Dio was smiling about.
"It's about time."
As though talking to himself, Dio suddenly leaped down. Nen Aura erupted around him like golden exhaust flames as he became a meteor hurtling straight toward the surface!
Golden light tore