ㅤ 09. omnipotent x omnipotent
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maybe after this exam, you’ll bring it up with gon and killua. out of deep curiosity and to hear what these mortals believe, what kind of gods they worship. do they pray for strength? for victory? for survival? it's an interesting thought. if their gods exist, what role do they play in a world like this? do they watch in silence, or do they guide from the shadows? either way, it wouldn’t hurt to ask.
if you were to harm one of these mortals, would their god come to their aid? the thought lingers, more out of idle curiosity than anything else. would divine wrath strike you down, or would their so-called god simply watch, indifferent and distant? if such a being exists, do they favor the strong or protect the weak? or perhaps they do not care at all?
a quiet sigh escaped your lips as you scanned your surroundings, searching for any sign of your target. you hadn't seen him in a while—what was his name again? guitar rocker? something like that. whatever. it seemed like he had taken a different path, slipping away before you could track him properly. you weren't familiar enough with his presence yet, which made it harder to pinpoint his location. the realization left a slight weight in your chest; finding him might be more of a struggle than you initially thought.
however, you’re not aware that the man is capable of concealing his presence. you haven’t yet uncovered the full extent of this world, nor the secrets it holds about the mortals and the supernaturals that inhabit it.
but what could be wiser or stronger than the god of eternity herself? the thought is almost laughable. the world may hide its secrets, its mortals may wield strange powers, but none of it compares to the boundless wisdom and unmatched strength you possess. eternal as time itself, untouchable by the fleeting struggles of those beneath you. what could any of these beings, supernatural or mortal, hope to achieve against one who stands above it all?
but then, you're not invincible. the thought stirs within you, a flicker of truth that refuses to be ignored. no matter how powerful or eternal, even you have limitations—things you cannot control, forces you cannot foresee.
but oh well, now’s not the right time to dwell on that. there’s a man to chase—hunt, rather. the fleeting thought fades into the background, replaced by the focus of the task at hand. questions of invincibility and divine power can wait; right now, it's the thrill of the hunt that calls to you.
a day had passed, you still had no clue where guitar rocker was. truthfully, it wasn’t like you were actively searching for him, your focus had shifted elsewhere. you were searching for gon and killua.
but strangely, even though you could feel their presence nearby, it was faint, had they done something to hide their whereabouts?
you couldn't shake the worry gnawing at you, but it was gon who consumed most of your thoughts. killua, with his calm and collected demeanor, seemed more than capable of handling whatever target he was facing. it was gon, however, who seemed truly rattled by the situation. you still remembered the way his eyes were glued to his number card earlier, his brows furrowed in that unmistakable mix of anxiety and determination.
he'd been fidgeting with the card, twisting it in his hands as though the numbers could offer some kind of answer to the unease brewing inside him.
as you stepped into the clear opening, the scene before you immediately caught your attention—two figures locked in a fight, though it seemed more one-sided. one of them was relentlessly attacking, while the other, hisoka, was elegantly dodging with that characteristic, almost mocking fluidity.
the one attacking was unfamiliar to you, someone you didn’t recognize in the slightest. you exhaled sharply through your nose, frustration rising. of all the people you could have come across, it had to be hisoka first—not your target, not gon or killua, but him. the very thought irked you, but you couldn't deny the peculiar draw hisoka had, always managing to be where you least expected him.
with a battle roar that echoed through the clearing, the foreign man thrust his spear forward, unleashing a powerful attack. the spear cut through the air with deadly precision, slicing through a tree with ease, but the sly magician dodged it just by jumping.
and then, it happened. hisoka's sharp gaze finally turned toward you, his lips curling into that signature, amused smirk. it was as if he'd been waiting for this moment, like he saw something that amused him more than the fight at hand.
“what a surprise. you aren’t tracking me, are you now, y/n?” hisoka teased, his tone light and mocking, eyes gleaming with that unmistakable curiosity. you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his words. you couldn't blame him though, after all, you were always the one who seemed to stumble upon him first, whether by luck or sheer misfortune.
“why, hisoka? why won’t you hit me?” goz’s voice broke through the tension, his words aimed squarely at the magician, completely ignoring you in the process. hisoka's response was casual, as if explaining something elementary.
“all i have to do is keep dodging and you'll get yourself killed.” with that, butterflies—delicate and almost ethereal—began to surround goz. they flitted around him, fluttering with an almost eerie grace.
“look at the number of butterflies around you,” hisoka continued, his voice dripping with amusement.
“it says how badly hurt you are. you’ve already taken fatal damage, haven’t you?” as if on cue, goz collapsed to his knees, his body trembling as sweat dripped from his brow, the realization of his impending doom settling in.
“i can understand you want to die like a warrior.” hisoka’s tone softened, but there was no warmth behind it, no genuine care. it was almost deceiving—the way it could make someone believe he was showing sympathy. yet, in the way his voice flowed, there was only cold recognition, an eerie understanding of goz’s situation, but not a shred of compassion.
a part of you had begun to piece things together—this man, goz, was deliberately attacking hisoka, hoping to die in the battle, to find an end in combat.
"since you understand... how i feel, why won't you let me die fighting?" goz asked, his voice breaking with desperation, his gaze shifting between hisoka and you.
momentarily, the words fell away as you felt a familiar presence nearby—gon. your eyes darted around, searching for him, but there was no sign of your dark-haired kid. all you could detect was his faint presence, barely a whisper on the edge of your senses. had he been here the whole time?
hidden in the bushes, gon’s worry intensified as he watched you stand so close to hisoka. his heart raced, wanting nothing more than to rush out and protect you, but fear rooted him in place. he couldn’t find the courage to step out—not yet. for now, he would watch from the shadows, trying to understand the situation before he made a move.
"i’m not interested in dead people," hisoka remarked, his voice still soft but devoid of any real emotion. as if to underline his point, he was about to turn his back on goz, but the man, stubborn and desperate, kept insisting that he could still fight.
"you already look dead to me," hisoka declared, finally walking away. with that, he made his way toward a nearby tree log—one that goz had sliced earlier—before settling down on it, making himself comfortable.
"come on, y/n, you can sit beside me." hisoka patted the empty space beside him, a gesture that almost felt inviting, but you weren’t about to play along. you ignored him, your attention still on goz.
for a moment, you couldn’t help but feel pity for the man. you, too, were a warrior, and you understood his desire, the need to die fighting, to find an end on the battlefield with honor. but like hisoka, you couldn’t bring yourself to engage with someone in that state—so close to death, so desperate to end it all in battle.
with what little strength he had left, goz staggered to his feet. his body trembled, but his resolve remained unshaken. with a battle cry, he charged at hisoka, intent on attacking him one last time. but before he could reach the magician, a pin sliced through the air with deadly precision, piercing his throat. goz stumbled, gasping for air as his body faltered, unable to continue his futile charge.
the first pin hit its mark, followed by many more, each one striking with terrifying accuracy. they pierced goz’s face, the sharp sound of metal hitting flesh ringing out as his body went limp, collapsing to the ground with a dull thud. the fight was over.
"sorry, i let him get away," came a voice from behind hisoka. you turned your attention to see your target standing there, pins still clutched tightly in his fingers, his expression calm as always.
your blood rushed, a quick spike of adrenaline surging through your veins. you’d come here looking for gon and killua, but instead, you’d found hisoka—and your target. in a strange twist of fate, this encounter wasn’t so bad after all. maybe finding hisoka wasn’t such a misstep after all, since it led you straight to the one you’d been tracking all along.
“you... i'm inviting you for a duel.” you declared, pointing gittarackur (or guitar rocker in your memory) hisoka's brow raised at the sudden declaration, his interest is piqued by you once again.
gittarackur, or guitar rocker as you recalled him, stood there, seemingly unfazed by the challenge. he tilted his head slightly, examining you with quiet curiosity. your challenge was met with silence at first, but the air between you shifted, charged with the tension of a battle that was about to unfold.
you crossed your arms over your chest, the fabric of your kagemusha outfit shifting slightly as you reached for a card tucked within. with deliberate calm, you pulled it out, holding it up for both hisoka and gittarackur to see. the card gleamed in the light, its significance clear.
“you’re my target, let’s duel for your badge.” you declared, your tone sharp and unyielding.
the words hung in the air, carrying with them the weight of the challenge. your eyes locked onto gittarackur’s, daring him to respond, while hisoka’s gaze lingered on you with a renewed interest.
gittarackur walked toward you with his characteristic, unsettling gait, his body jerking and rattling like a puppet pulled by invisible strings. he stopped just a few steps away, his gaze fixed on you with a strange, almost calculating intensity.
“i’m jealous. why does he have to be your target and not me?” hisoka pouted, his voice dripping with mock frustration.
from the bushes, gon watched in silence, his throat tight with anxiety. he wanted to ask for your help—desperately needed hisoka's badge to get to the next step—but seeing you face off against an opponent who seemed to match hisoka in unpredictability, all he could think to do was silently urge you to run. this is too dangerous, mom... his mind raced, but his body remained frozen.
“the loser must forfeit everything, in this case, our badge.” there was no hesitation in your tone—no fear, no doubt. your words only seemed to amuse the two men. hisoka’s smirk grew, and gittarackur tilted his head, intrigued by your confidence.
"fine, i accept, though i have no need for your badge." gittarackur's voice was tinged with an odd sense of indifference, as though the outcome didn't truly matter to him. without another word, he moved with his usual puppet-like motions, stepping aside as you both moved to the center of the clearing, preparing for the duel.
"guess i'll be a spectator then," hisoka mumbled under his breath, his tone laced with that unmistakable laziness. a sloppy grin stretched across his face, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he settled in to watch the battle unfold. the magician had always been one to enjoy the spectacle of conflict, and this one—your duel with gittarackur—was no exception.
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