I'm Really Not A Nen Exorcist (HxH Fanfic)

The name Tonpa had screamed repeatedly in his final moments caused Killua to alter his course, making him turn back.

As a result, instead of advancing with the front group, Killua ended up encountering Gon, Kurapika, and Leorio facing off against Hisoka. Shortly afterward, he was forced out of hiding by one of Hisoka's playing cards.

Though Killua hadn't witnessed the effortless slaughter Hisoka had just performed, he was even more aware of Hisoka's danger than Gon, Kurapika, and Leorio.

His understanding stemmed not only from his shared background with Hisoka as a fellow assassin but also from recognizing hints of Illumi's aura in the menacing presence Hisoka exuded.

There is no chance of winning at all.

For some battles, people can foresee the end before they even begin.

Facing this dangerous self-proclaimed magician, Killua understood that even if the four of them joined forces, Hisoka would still crush them with a terrifying ease, as if playing a twisted game.

Killua's gaze grew heavy as he stared at Hisoka, who was now gleefully radiating killing intent.

His instinctive judgment of the situation wasn't driven by the needle in his head, but by the sheer disparity in strength between them.

Killua can get this information through his own experience and knowledge, but Gon, Kurapika, and Leorio, who have never been exposed to Nen, lack this knowledge.

Their judgment was that they could not turn around and run away, otherwise, they would give the enemy the opportunity to defeat them one by one.

On the contrary, if they worked together, maybe they can have a chance to defeat the enemy.

Killua didn't know what Leorio and the others were planning, so he said coldly, "We don't stand a chance. I could easily handle the three of you, but that guy could effortlessly take on ten of me."

"Hey, what do you mean you can easily take out the three of us by yourself?"

Leorio shot a quick, angry glance at Killua, a vein throbbing on his forehead.

Kurapika frowned and said nothing, while Gon looked dumbfounded, obviously shocked by Killua's words.

Killua ignored Leorio's irritated glare which was stimulated by the pressure of life and death. From the time he appeared until now, his eyes have always been fixed on Hisoka.

"Uncle, are you deaf, or just plain dumb?"

"Huh?!"

Leorio was already a little irritable because of the oppressive feeling from Hisoka that seemed to squeeze out all the air. Now when he heard Killua's scolding, he immediately became furious.

But before he could get angry and speak, Killua flashed to Leorio's side like a ghost, and his long, sharp, and veined right palm was pressed against Leorio's jugular.

"Understand now?"

There seemed to be a shadow in Killua's eyes, revealing a hint of cold darkness.

Even though he had expressed his determination not to be an assassin anymore by running away from home, years of experience as an assassin had already left an indelible mark on his soul.

To make Leorio quickly grasp the grim reality, he had unconsciously slipped into his assassination mode, demonstrating the lethal threat without hesitation.

Leorio felt the dangerous aura from Killua, and his eyes slowly widened, his face full of disbelief.

Gon and Kurapika next to them were equally shocked as they looked at Killua, who suddenly appeared beside Leorio.

Like Leorio, they all failed to react immediately.

And this fact undoubtedly makes what Killua just said extremely convincing.

"Come on, aren't you comrades? You really shouldn't be fighting each other.♡"

Hisoka watched the drama with amused interest, with a twisted grin on his face.

Indeed-

There was a gap as wide as a chasm between those who understood Nen and those who didn't.

So no matter what choices Gon, Leorio, and Kurapika make, their life and death all depend on Hisoka's decision.

Hearing Hisoka's slightly teasing words, Killua swiftly pulled back his hand and took a step back, glancing at the shocked Gon out of the corner of his eye.

If possible, he didn't want Gon to die here.

And the harsh warning just now might bring Gon a glimmer of hope.

But this is the limit of what he can do.

There is no chance of winning this battle, and defeat is equivalent to death.

Running away was their only hope for survival.

This was the grim truth Killua wanted Gon and the others to understand: the harsh divide between an ant and an elephant.

Afterward, Killua himself would choose to run.

As for whether they can survive, it depends on their own ability to escape.

Gon and Kurapika both felt a pang of dread, even more so for Leorio, who had nearly been taken out by Killua's sudden move.

In this situation, it seems that running is the only correct option.

"Well, time's up.♧"

Hisoka smiled slightly, and after saying something that sounded like a death sentence, he rushed straight towards the four of them.

Seeing Hisoka approached with overwhelming force, Gon, Kurapika, Leorio, and Killua each reacted differently.

The tension showed in their eyes and their movements.

Gon's gaze was focused, but his grip on his fishing rod was too tight, betraying his anxiety.

Kurapika's brow furrowed slightly as he calmly removed his outer layer and held his wooden double-bladed weapon, ready to fight.

Killua had a blank expression on his face, but a sense of fear inexplicably rose in his heart.

Suddenly, he heard a voice telling him to run away quickly, prompting him to take a few steps back, unconsciously preparing to flee.

"Aahh!"

With a roar, Leorio shouted, "I'll hold him off… just run!"

Before anyone could respond, Leorio charged bare-fisted toward Hisoka.

"Leorio!" x2.

When Gon and Kurapika saw Leorio's sudden action and the change in his expression, they instinctively stepped forward to follow him, either to stop his reckless charge or to support him.

In this tense moment between life and death, regardless of their motivations, one thing was clear: neither Gon nor Kurapika had any intention of abandoning Leorio and escaping alone.

Killua, who was positioned slightly behind them, couldn't help but show a look of astonishment in his eyes when he saw Leorio, the weakest one among them, courageously stepping up.

Hisoka was a little surprised to see Leorio, who was tortured by the pressure of life and death and was in a rage, would actually stand up and sacrifice himself for others.

Determined to buy time for Gon and Kurapika to escape, Leorio really gave it his all. As he rushed towards Hisoka, all his attention was focused on Hisoka, with the aura of a real man who doesn't even look back.

So, he didn't notice that Gon and Kurapika actually followed him.

If he had, he probably would have cursed at them to run.

As he reached Hisoka, Leorio swung his arm in a straightforward punch aimed at Hisoka's face.

In Hisoka's eyes, this straightforward punch was no more threatening than a blow from a toddler.

In other words-

In terms of strength alone, Leorio was no different from the corpses scattered on the ground.

But instead of countering with his usual deadly precision, Hisoka put away his playing card at this time.

He first leaned back neatly to dodge Leorio's punch, then smoothly transitioned into a knee strike, slamming his knee into Leorio's abdomen.

Thud!

A dull sound accompanied Hisoka's knee strike, and Leorio's body arched like a shrimp, his eyes wide with a look of agony.

"Ugh…"

At the next second, Leorio choked and he spat out blood mixed with saliva. His legs gave out, and he collapsed to his knees, propping himself up with his hands, coughing painfully.

Hisoka, as if anticipating this reaction, took two steps back to avoid being splattered by the blood vomited by Leori.

This gesture was akin to intentionally holding back. Not only did he put away his playing card, but if he had applied Nen to his knee strike, Leorio's abdomen would have exploded, and he would not have the chance to kneel on the ground and cough in pain like he is now.