HxH : Saiki Kusuo’s Ordinary Days in the Zoldyck Family

"Hey. Don't make even the slightest move," Feitan warned.

The rest of the Troupe had just returned, and any small action by this newcomer would be seen as provocation.

Chrollo stayed silent as usual, observing. But Nobunaga crossed his arms and casually walked over.

"Doesn't look like much to me. Where's the Nen user? Looks like just some kid!"

[Wait. Stop right there. Don't come any closer!]

Saiki Kusuo wasn't sweating, but he was tense. The kind of tension that, for a normal person, would've meant cold sweat and hair standing on end.

"Oh?"

That commanding tone made everyone in the group freeze for a moment. The chatter stopped for a few seconds, and then everyone suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahahahaha!"

"What did he say? He told us not to come any closer? Hahahahaha…"

"Does he think this is his territory?"

Most of the people laughing were the men. Pakunoda held back, only shaking her head from the back. Machi crossed her arms and said, "People from the outside are always annoying. Look at him—he still doesn't understand where he is or what kind of situation he's in."

"I actually think there's something unusual about him. Even a regular outsider, just seeing someone built like Franklin and surrounded by so many of us, would feel nervous. But this kid? He doesn't seem scared at all," Chrollo said, locking eyes with Saiki Kusuo and observing him.

Chrollo: [He's wearing glasses. They look strange—like toy glasses. But could they really just be toys? Probably not. There must be something special about them.]

Saiki Kusuo: No, they really are just cheap toy glasses.

Chrollo: [Used "Gyo" to check—no aura. But I shouldn't drop my guard. Even a kid around nine or ten, if trained as an assassin from a young age, could've learned "Zetsu."]

Saiki Kusuo: Ever think maybe I really don't have aura? The guy you're thinking of—trained assassin using Zetsu—is over at three o'clock. Turn your head, thanks.

Chrollo: [He told us to stop just now. Why? Even with Feitan threatening him, would us getting closer really be that dangerous? Or was it just fear? No… he's not afraid. That's already ruled out.]

Saiki Kusuo realized it—Chrollo's mind works at lightning speed. In just three seconds, his thoughts rivaled Akechi Touma's. *Akechi Touma is Saiki's classmate. When he thinks, his internal monologue fills the entire screen. With telepathy, the summary is simple: it's extremely noisy.

And Chrollo's thoughts weren't just fast—they were all useful, like his brain was running multiple tabs at once. Was this guy using both sides of his brain at full power?

But that didn't matter now!

The biggest issue was G! The cockroach on Chrollo's pant leg was gone!

Where did it go? G was just a bug—it had no thoughts, so Saiki couldn't use telepathy. Its location was completely unpredictable!

"Hey, I already warned you not to move." Feitan was losing patience fast. If it were outside, he would've killed the kid already. [Chrollo wants to question this guy, right? Let's break an arm first to crush his confidence. Makes the rest easier.]

[Just need to keep him alive…] A bit of pleasure showed in Feitan's eyes.

But Saiki Kusuo's eyes were still locked on Chrollo's pant leg. Another step. One more step closer! Illumi was watching too. No time to hide it anymore—he had to reveal his teleportation!

"Let's start by breaking an arm. Time for you to learn your place, kid—huh?!"

Teleport. Saiki Kusuo instantly vanished from Feitan's chokehold and reappeared on top of a garbage heap behind them.

The whole group's expressions changed.

"What?! He dodged Feitan's attack?!"

"This guy's got aura skills… now it's getting interesting."

"Who gets the kill? Don't tell me we're really gonna need a team fight just to handle one little brat?"

When the Spiders ran into trouble, the leader always made the call.

Everyone turned to Chrollo.

"Let Feitan handle it first," Chrollo said without hesitation.

To be fair, it would've been hard to stop Feitan now anyway—he was already pissed.

But what no one expected was that things were about to get even worse.

Saiki Kusuo had landed on top of a garbage heap. His plan was simple—standing on high ground gave a better view, so no cockroach could sneak up on him. But now that he thought about it, this place would have roaches. In a place like this, there was no way only one existed.

Once he started focusing, he paid close attention to every step. And with top-level psychic abilities and X-ray vision...

He had barely found his balance when he noticed a tiny movement under the trash. With X-ray sight, he saw a black speck crawling between garbage cans—getting closer to his foot!

?!

"Boom!"

Feitan had just raised his weapon, ready to attack Saiki Kusuo. But before he could even take his first step, the garbage heap under his feet exploded!

This wasn't fresh trash either—it was a long-accumulated dump. The explosion kicked up a cloud of dust that blocked everyone's vision. For a moment, nobody could see anyone else around them.

Even Chrollo had to take things seriously now.

A nine-year-old kid, and yet he had this kind of power? No way this was just a coincidence. He must've come here with a purpose. Maybe some gang sent him for revenge? That does sound like something a rich gang might do… No. Not the time to think about that.

Saiki Kusuo was still a kid. His body wasn't built for battle, and he hadn't really trained using his powers yet. Because of that, his teleport had a three-minute cooldown. Saiki had no choice but to jump away to gain distance.

But where could he go? He looked across Meteor City and couldn't find a single safe place! Trash piles, more trash piles, and still more trash piles! This place was made of nothing but garbage!

Wait, there's a house.

Saiki Kusuo noticed the only house nearby. He carefully walked along the path between piles of garbage. Even breathing felt uncomfortable now.

Illumi's gaze quickly returned from behind the dust, clearly switching angles fast to keep an eye on his little brother.

Illumi… just where the hell did you bring me?

"Franklin, to my left!" Chrollo's voice came from within the smoke.

"Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!"

Without any hesitation, Franklin used his ability.

As the smoke cleared, the Phantom Troupe had already formed a large circle. Chrollo stood in the center, holding an open book. Franklin was behind him, and the tips of his ten fingers had detached, turning into a storm of bullets aimed straight at Saiki Kusuo!

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