Hunter X Hunter: I Got Stronger After I Died

Paper fan, kimono, wooden clogs.

A doll-like hairstyle and a delicate face.

These characteristics allowed Moro to instantly confirm the identity of the newcomer.

And judging from the poorly concealed killing intent leaking from Kalluto, it was clear that the target was him.

Had an assassination contract been taken?

When Moro had previously considered Feitan's whereabouts, he had imagined the possibility of Kalluto's tracking abilities. But he hadn't expected to meet under these circumstances.

That said, the Zoldyck family was truly bizarre.

They actually allowed a child to accept assassination contracts against Nen users.

Even if Kalluto had already mastered Nen, at such a young age, the risks far outweighed the benefits.

But it was precisely this seemingly strange training method that had produced one resilient monster after another.

At the same time, Moro couldn't help but think—if the person who had come for him today had been Illumi, or even Silva, it would have been a much bigger problem.

Moro's gaze lingered on Kalluto's face, which looked no older than six or seven. Suddenly, he felt that the Zoldycks being a bit strange wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

In fact, Kalluto had already completed the basic requirements of the contract and didn't actually need to continue the assassination attempt on Moro.

However, sometimes, the strong-willed and independent nature of Manipulators was also a way of asserting dominance.

Kalluto stepped out of the alley and onto the street corner. The fan in his hand slowly unfolded, covering the lower half of his face, while his petite figure was enveloped in a dense aura of Nen.

"I thought I hid myself well and restrained my killing intent."

His deep purple eyes reflected Moro's figure. His voice was youthful and clear, yet carried an unnatural calmness for someone his age.

While observing Kalluto, Moro released his Nen aura to the maximum and replied flatly:

"That's just your own perception. In reality, your killing intent is as obvious as the filthy water on the ground—impossible to ignore."

One of the benefits of voluntarily experiencing countless death replays was that Moro had heightened sensitivity to killing intent.

So, it wasn't necessarily that Kalluto's concealment technique was poor—for his age, it was already exceptional.

Kalluto didn't understand the deeper reason behind Moro's remark, but being so casually dismissed made his expression turn cold.

Even though he was a Zoldyck and had undergone hellish physical and mental training from a young age…

He was still just a child—one who would get angry when looked down upon.

"Die."

The childish voice carried a chilling killing intent.

Kalluto manipulated his Nen, releasing a handful of thin, elongated paper slips from his left palm, letting them fall toward the ground.

At the same time, he swung the paper fan in his right hand. Instantly, a gust of wind wrapped around the scattered paper slips, sending them flying like a rain of arrows toward Moro.

Moro, however, merely sidestepped once and effortlessly evaded the attack.

Clang! Clang!

The sharp paper slips shot past him and embedded themselves into a nearby iron gate, producing a series of crisp sounds.

Moro paid no attention to the noise behind him. Instead, he suddenly looked up at the sky, which was cut into fragments by a web of electrical wires.

He saw a large number of small triangular paper slips drifting down like snowflakes, seemingly harmless.

But Moro knew very well that these triangular slips were the activation condition for Kalluto's ability. Though they appeared harmless, they contained the power to strike at an opponent's most vulnerable weak points.

Meanwhile, the previous long, sharp paper slips—which seemed more destructive—were merely a distraction.

Moro quickly retracted his gaze and strode toward Kalluto while flicking a Nen bullet upwards with his fingers.

If those triangular paper slips stuck to him, it would be troublesome.

But the problem was—getting those slips to stick to an opponent was equally troublesome for Kalluto.

Just like now.

Kalluto's gaze followed the Nen bullet Moro had shot into the air.

Under his watchful eyes, the bullet exploded in midair like fireworks, completely obliterating the falling triangular paper slips.

The residual shockwave of the explosion didn't even damage the electrical wires and other infrastructure that the nearby residents relied on.

This alone demonstrated Moro's precise control over his Nen bullets.

"Damn it."

Kalluto's heart tightened. He bit his lip slightly, and as he saw Moro approaching with steady steps, he immediately swung his kimono's wide sleeve.

In an instant, a large number of paper slips scattered from his sleeve.

Kalluto took two steps back, then moved like a dancer, gracefully waving his fan.

With each wave, the paper slips that should have fallen to the ground suddenly seemed to come to life, swirling toward Moro like drifting willow fluff.

Moro's sharp gaze picked out the hidden triangular paper slips among them, immediately seeing through Kalluto's intentions.

After all, he was still just a child. Even though he was from the Zoldyck family, his actions were riddled with inexperience…

Even if one didn't understand the specifics of the triangular paper slips, such an obvious intention would put any Nen user on guard.

Splash!

Moro suddenly swept his leg across a puddle on the ground. His aura guided the dirty water, forming a curtain that shattered the flying paper slips, creating a large opening in the attack.

At the same time—

Moro steadied himself, continued stepping forward, and suddenly let his raging aura break apart into countless sparkling particles that expanded outward like a luminous circle.

"Starlight Convergence."

Moving with the radiance of the stars, Moro strode through the airborne paper slips.

Kalluto's eyes trembled as if he had been startled, and he instinctively leaped backward, though his paper fan subtly gathered killing intent.

The first batch of paper arrow rain he had launched earlier suddenly shot up from the iron gate behind Moro, forming an arc before raining down on him once more.

Moro, without even shifting his gaze, seemed to perceive everything happening around him.

He effortlessly adjusted his steps and avoided all of the incoming paper arrows as if he had foreseen their trajectory.

Then, in one stride, he closed the distance to attack.

Seeing all his attacks effortlessly neutralized, Kalluto's expression changed slightly. He immediately infused Nen into his paper fan, slashing diagonally upward at Moro.

Moro's eyes gleamed with starlight. He leaned his upper body back slightly to avoid the attack while reaching forward toward Kalluto's arm.

Suddenly, a strong sense of crisis enveloped Kalluto, causing him to hastily retract his hand.

Realizing that the length of the fan might prevent him from pulling back in time, he decisively abandoned it.

This action directly indicated that he had given up on the battle.

Moro's reaching hand didn't grasp Kalluto's wrist but instead caught the fan he had discarded. His gaze toward Kalluto carried a hint of boredom.

So easily giving up? There wasn't enough resistance.

Kalluto barely managed to withdraw, retreating quickly.

The gap is too big…

So vast that he saw no opportunities—only an overwhelming sense of suffocation.

After several exchanges, Kalluto completely abandoned the assassination attempt and focused on retreating.

But then—

"Hmm?"

He noticed Moro's gaze.

It was a look…

The gaze one gives a prey with no value whatsoever.

Kalluto's deep purple pupils shrank sharply, and an indescribable sense of humiliation and anger surged within him.

Damn it!!!

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Kalluto Zoldyck.

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