In HxH with Doraemon Pocket

Chapter 359 360

"The blanket that can conjure up delicious food—I haven't tasted those delicacies in ages!!"

"That's not a blanket, it's a tablecloth!!"

"Hahaha, they're all the same, the same!!"

Uvogin's laughter echoed through the narrow alley.

It was a rare moment, filled with a stable and harmonious atmosphere.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and it was once again the most bustling time at the Sky Arena, held every two years.

During this period, to prepare for their actions, Uvogin and Nobunaga had gathered some information and intel.

The conclusion they reached was that none of the current Floor Masters were worth watching this year.

Even with Zushi included~

It must be said that the Floor Masters this year were a whole tier weaker than those of previous years.

The fact that someone like Zushi could become a Floor Master speaks volumes.

No wonder the original Hisoka would hole up in his room, not even turning on the TV, gloomily stacking card pyramids.

He even called Kurapika to his room for a chat to relieve his boredom.

To think that he originally had the ability to become a Floor Master and compete.

Yet, in his eyes, this group of so-called Floor Masters was not even worth a glance, like rotten apples.

The entire Sky Arena was transformed into a sea of people during the day, bustling with activities and figures everywhere.

Among these figures, two small and agile silhouettes weaved through the crowd.

"Leorio said he would come too, right?"

"Yeah, he said he would come to cheer Zushi on and place bets on the Floor Masters he favored."

"Why do I feel like cheering is secondary and betting is the main event?"

"Hahaha, maybe. By the way, Kurapika said he would bring his employer along."

"His employer? That little girl, right? But wasn't it said that her father is very strict? How did she manage to come out so easily?"

"I don't know either. Maybe Kurapika is reliable enough to set her mind at ease... Hurry up, if we're late, we might not make it. Biscuit has already arrived."

"Damn, if that old woman mocks me again, I can't take it~ By the way, let's see if there's any extra chocolate beans for sale here."

"Stop wasting money. All the money I earned has been used to pay off the checks for buying the Greed Island game..."

"Don't worry, I won't buy much, at most a hundred million or two."

The green hedgehog head and the silver-haired cat person weaved through the crowd, their voices mingling in the air.

Clearly, everyone who needed to be there had arrived.

They were just waiting for the grand show to begin.

The day passed in such lively fashion, and before they knew it, night had fallen.

This year's Battle Tournament had adjusted its official start time to the evening to better create an atmosphere.

Nighttime was also the easiest time for people to unleash their wildness and animal instincts.

During the day, Zushi and Wing had successfully met with Gon, Killua, and Biscuit.

As they cheered in the evening, Zushi took a deep breath and walked into the waiting room.

After Zushi left, Gon and the others followed the surUvogin crowd into the arena, finding their seats in the audience.

They flipped through the magazines prepared on the seats, which contained information on the participants, commenting on each one.

"By the way, isn't Morin coming to watch the tournament?" Gon asked Biscuit curiously.

"He came earlier and even trained Zushi for a while." Wing adjusted his glasses, smiling gently as he replied.

"But during these three days, it seems he had a friend visit him and couldn't get away."

"A friend?"

Gon and Killua immediately pictured Feitan and Phinks in their minds.

It seemed the Phantom Troupe was also present this year!!

"Hopefully, there won't be any trouble," Gon and Killua exchanged a knowing glance, simultaneously thinking the same.

Wing, on the other hand, adjusted his glasses silently.

Gon and Killua might not be aware, but there had been some friction between the Sky Arena and the Phantom Troupe.

Uvogin and Nobunaga had stood up the Sky Arena big time.

And afterward, the Sky Arena didn't let it slide either.

The conflict between the two sides had only grown more intense.

Honestly, given the Phantom Troupe's nature, it's said that Yorknew City was thrown into chaos by them last September, nearly wiping out a significant portion of the world's mafia elite.

Even the leaders of the dark world, the Ten Dons, met with misfortune.

It's clear that the Phantom Troupe isn't afraid of causing trouble.

Meteor City, unreasonable, is perhaps the most fitting description for them.

Now that the Sky Arena had launched such a grand spectacle, it was hard to say whether the Phantom Troupe might use this as an excuse to stir up trouble.

Considering that Morin was with the Phantom Troupe, even if the Chairman of the Hunter Association, Netero, were to come in person, it might not make much of a difference.

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Only Biscuit by his side could offer a sense of security. After all, Morin respected his teachers and wouldn't harm his own master or fellow disciples. This was the sole reason Wing could breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, Gon seemed to recall something, "By the way, where's Leorio? Didn't he call and say he was entrusted by Mr. Wing to be Zushi's medical trainer and would be arriving?"

"Who knows, maybe he's late again. I wonder if Kurapika will be late too?"

"That shouldn't be the case, right? Kurapika is particularly principled... But is it really okay for him to come like this? Aren't they from a mafia family?"

Yes, they are indeed from a mafia family, but the Sky Arena doesn't care about that. As long as you can pay enough, there will definitely be a spot for you in the VIP section.

So, not only did Kurapika come, but he was also seated in the VIP section with his young mistress, having just dealt with a certain leader from the Hunter Association. This was the fool who recklessly used the authority of the Purification Squad to slaughter the descendants of the Shadow organization.

He had come here as a representative of the Hunter Association alongside Netero. Meanwhile, as Gon and Killua were chatting before the event started...

At the same time, in a dim and rundown street outside the Sky Arena, "I'm going to be late, the airship was delayed?" Leorio, dressed in his usual suit and small round glasses, took a shortcut, occasionally checking his watch with a look of both frustration and anticipation on his face.

"It's been so long. Zushi is competing this time, and Gon, Morin, and the others will all be here. I can't wait to show them my Nen. I've finally learned other techniques besides Ten..."

"Though I feel a bit sorry for Zushi, making money is the top priority. His skills aren't quite there yet, so this time it's more about participation. I'll support him mentally, but I've also bet most of my assets on... ah!"

Imagining the profits he'd make after the tournament, Leorio couldn't help but grin foolishly. Lost in his pleasant fantasy, he overlooked his footing and was tripped by a manhole cover slightly ajar from the sewer.

"Damn, who would be so inconsiderate not to put the cover back? What if someone with poor eyesight walked by and fell in?"

Leorio got up, rubbing his forehead and complaining as he gently replaced the manhole cover. "There, that's better... huh?"

After dusting his hands and tidying up, he suddenly felt a chill behind him. Turning around, he saw several figures emerUvogin from a shadowy corner.

"Who... are they?" Leorio wondered, eyeing the cloaked figures with a hint of confusion. But he knew meddling often led to no good end. Plus, those figures looked mysterious and emitted an unapproachable aura, likely troublesome to deal with. So, he quickly averted his gaze, intending to leave when—

"Whoosh!"

A strong gust came from behind him. He didn't want trouble, but that didn't mean they would let him go.

"Damn it!" His pupils shrank as he tried to react, only to find himself immobilized. The overwhelming malice made Leorio's body freeze.

"Bang!" A burly figure in a cloak delivered a precise chop to Leorio's neck, causing his eyes to lose focus as he collapsed powerlessly to the ground.

The commotion in the alley sent the crows on the rooftops flapping away, cawing as they distanced themselves.

"What should we do with him?" the burly cloaked figure respectfully asked the leader behind him.

"No need to kill him~" The leader glanced at Leorio before looking away.

"Right, seeing his foolish look, he can't possibly be a Hunter Association hunter." The burly figure chuckled, mocking as he opened the manhole cover and tossed Leorio into the sewer. The group then proceeded towards the brightly lit Sky Arena, leaving behind the lone manhole cover and the unconscious, unfortunate hunter in the sewer.

In the waiting room of the Sky Arena, numerous bizarre-looking Floor Masters, even stranger than last year's, performed odd warm-up exercises.

"Why hasn't it started yet? My hands are itching to fight," one figure, indeterminate in gender and resembling a failed plastic surgery case, swayed back and forth.

Looking more terrifying than the traps in Trick Tower, with mismatched eyes and disheveled hair, they spoke of itching hands while wildly twisting their waist, bones creaking like soda cans.

"Maybe it's because the Chairman of the Hunter Association is here this year. Everyone's busy welcoming that old guy," a green-clad figure with arms like a long-armed gorilla commented, sharing his intel. His tone was far from respectful towards Netero.

Yes, their skills might not be impressive, but there were always plenty of arrogant types around. In a corner, Zushi meditated, preparing for the upcoming battle. As the first to fight, he needed to make a strong impression.

The first match was always the most watched, the one that left the deepest impression! He couldn't disgrace his school or the Shingen-ryu's reputation!!!