In HxH with Doraemon Pocket

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As they walked, they asked Uvogin, "Where were you planning to go just now?"

"To the site of the Martial Arts Tournament!" Uvogin replied without hesitation.

"That place should be under control now. If the target of their retaliation is the Sky Arena itself, they should be aiming for the officials.

"Even if it's not the officials, with such a big commotion, it's obviously not the participating fighters or the audience, right?"

"You mean..." Machi's eyes flashed with a glimmer, "the Hunter Association?"

"Are they specifically targeting our Sky Arena for revenge?! Could they be after... Morin?! Such a large-scale operation means their target must be someone significant. If it's not the Sky Arena itself, then the target must be the Hunter Association that came here. Especially since Chairman Netero himself is here for this tournament."

"Whether it's the Sky Arena officials or the Hunter Association's Chairman Netero, they are all located above us," Morin pointed upwards, "at the very top of this tower."

"Just going to the tournament site is meaningless."

"Alright, let's head to the top of the tower!" Uvogin howled like a wolf, "Besides, I want to see who shares our thoughts and is taking this opportunity to act together!"

"Well, this time you used the right words~," Nobunaga nodded in agreement.

"Then let's go."

With the power of [Piercing Evil] in hand, the four of them quickly ascended the stairs.

Meanwhile, at the Martial Arts Tournament arena.

On the stage, the towering brute who had thrown Leorio into the sewer had now removed his cloak, his striking blue mohawk standing out.

"Zushi, was it? I did enjoy it a little," he wiped the blood from his nose, looking at the badly beaten Zushi below the stage with a cruel smile.

Earlier, he had nearly beaten Zushi's opponent to death at another entrance, taking his place to fight Zushi. Clearly, Zushi was no match for him.

By now, the exits around the arena were sealed with iron gates. Remote-controlled humanoid security robots, originally meant for security, held laser guns, keeping all the spectators in check. The ominous gun barrels made the unruly audience swallow nervously, fearing for their lives, and cursing the Sky Arena's officials and the floor masters as useless.

Viewers at home and gamblers waiting to cash in, after confirming it wasn't a problem with their TVs, began to furiously curse the official committee. The committee was on the verge of madness. Previously, there had been incidents where contestants, like Nobunaga and Uvogin, skipped matches, making a mockery of the Sky Arena, which became widely known. And now, someone had directly invaded and caused trouble during the tournament?!

Moreover, the invaders were terrifyingly strong and capable. Not only did they defeat the floor masters, but they also took over their control room, leaving them completely helpless!

Can we even have a proper match anymore?! Who are these people really?! Are they specifically targeting our Sky Arena for revenge?! Who did we offend?!

While the committee scrambled like headless chickens to find a solution~

"What, there are still some who slipped through?" The blue-haired brute on the stage frowned as he responded to the communicator in his ear.

"Yes, they seem to be spectators inside the Sky Arena, not watching live but in their rooms."

"Tch, they really got lucky, escaping the chaos?"

"Those guys aren't just lucky."

In the control room, a tall figure had also removed his cloak. His face, reminiscent of Orochimaru, showed a hint of wariness as he looked at the screen displaying the breached iron wall in the room.

"Their strength should be formidable too, at least on par with yours, Gaki!"

"Oh?" Gaki, with his blue hair, was intrigued. "I'd like to see for myself, Shura. Where is that guy now?"

"Let me find out," Shura, who resembled Orochimaru, manipulated the screen with black wires connected to his fingertips, flashing images rapidly.

"Found them."

"Where are they?"

"They... you won't need to intervene. They're heading towards Boss Jed."

"Hmm?"

"Over here?"

In the top-floor room of the arena, the silver-haired, dark-ginger-eyed Jed, the organizer in charge, listened to Shura's voice in his ear.

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"Then let him come," Jed said dismissively, "Netero is already subdued. He can't stir up any trouble now." He glanced at Netero, who was restrained by the binding and vow seal that Rengoku had created at the cost of her own life, with a smile of absolute confidence. Netero looked as if he were nailed to a cross.

Rengoku was the first to enter the room. She was a delicate-looking young girl, but she possessed an unwavering determination to sacrifice her life. She approached Netero and, right in front of him, took her own life with a dagger.

The conditions she set, combined with her deep-seated vendetta and willingness to die, released a powerful chain cross of resentment from her body that immobilized Netero.

After Rengoku collapsed and died, Jed leisurely entered the room, savoring Netero's predicament. Of course, Netero wasn't alone in the room. Next to his cross, Gon and Killua were racking their brains for a solution, their faces a mix of urgency, caution, and dread. However, Jed paid no mind to these seemingly insignificant kids, instead admiring his handiwork.

Shura reported, "I've looked into those people. They seem to be members of the world's so-called top criminal group, the Phantom Troupe. Some of them have had disputes with the Sky Arena before, and it seems they came here intending to cause trouble, coincidentally aligning with our plans."

Jed, without a second thought, replied, "They're just ants. There's no need to pay them much attention."

In his eyes, no opponent in the world was worth his notice except for Netero. Even a top criminal group was no exception.

"Understood, but there's something noteworthy..." Shura recalled something. "Their skills and use of Nen seem to originate from Netero's Shingen-ryu school. One of them has a particularly strong Shingen-ryu mark and possesses what appears to be a conjured ring-like tool that easily penetrated our defenses."

"Oh? A disciple of Shingen-ryu?" Jed showed a flicker of interest and a cruel smile. "The renowned Shingen-ryu founded by the Hunter Association's Chairman Netero, linked to a top criminal group. Raising bandits for self-preservation, perhaps?"

Jed sneered, unconcerned about the tool. "Since they've come to us, it's another angle to attack the Hunter Association. Even if it's false, we can make it true!"

"Besides them, there's also..." Jed slowly turned his gaze to Gon and Killua, who were frantically moving about, his eyes brimming with killing intent. "Let's also show Netero what fate awaits his prized Shingen-ryu disciples."

"I'll make your successors experience the same pain our successors endured!" Jed commanded, "Shura, open all the monitors. I want to tell the world, especially the V5, that the one who once did their dirty work in the shadows is back!"

"Yes!" Shura went to carry out the order, but Killua, Gon, and the restrained Netero heard Jed's words clearly.

"Shingen-ryu disciple?"

"A tool with a circular shape?"

"Could he be talking about...?" Gon and Killua exchanged a glance, the same thought and image appearing in their minds: "It's Morin!!"

"If it's Morin, there's nothing to worry about! Our Shingen-ryu is still producing capable people," Gon and Killua sighed in relief, feeling a bit more at ease. The oppressive presence and pressure brought by Jed eased considerably.

"Is he someone formidable?" Jed showed no reaction to Gon and Killua's response, maintaining his confidence and slight disdain. "Are these mere criminals your hope? Has martial arts regressed so much over time, Netero?"

"Or have you lost hope in this hopeless world and randomly chosen a few thugs to teach?" Jed mocked.

"Haha~ Maybe it's this old man who failed to lead the era properly?" Netero, suspended, laughed heartily, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "But even so, many outstanding successors have emerged. The one you'll meet soon is someone even I, an old man, cannot praise enough."

"Besides, he's not my student," Netero added, glancing at Gon and Killua, who remained wary of Jed, and recalling the Shingen-ryu participant in today's tournament, along with the likes of Wing and Kastro. He felt a sense of gratification that Shingen-ryu was still producing talented individuals.

"Is that so?" Jed dismissed it with a wave of his hand, his powerful aura transforming into a fierce wind whip, sending Gon and Killua flying out the window.

"Then let me crush your last hope completely!"