Become Supreme Will from Hunter x Hunter

Chapter 8 tear off the disguise
Finally, the performance show at Gram Hotel, which can accommodate 10 people, began.

The circus, headed by Moritonio, stepped onto the stage they had longed for.

"This show is the biggest event in all of Glam Garance!"

"Success here means that you will become world-class top artists..."

"This is also the stage where everyone who is engaged in performing dreams wants to step on the stage."

While the members were waiting, a manager found them and said in a tone and manner full of pride.

"Today's performance will be held in front of the highest authority in Garans, the head of the Gram family..."

"His applause, for you, is the best compliment, which is equivalent to being praised by the whole world."

The Gramm family?
Hearing this name, Oboro's heart skipped a beat.

The mafia forces in Ubian mainland are extremely rampant, and it is also the main operating area of ​​the ten old man's industry, not far from Youkexin City.Judging from the fact that this city was named Graham, combined with the background... it was hard not to remind him that the patriarch of the Graham clan was probably also the boss of the underground forces.

"Come on, everybody."

After watching the manager leave, the group leader Maulitonio smiled at the nervous members.

Whether you can 'fight to fame', it's today!
Then, with music and the opening of the curtain, the performance began.

The members took the stage one by one as in the initial rehearsal.

Inside the hall, there were no empty seats... There was a lot of voices.

In terms of performing arts alone, the Moritonio Circus still has two talents, otherwise it would not be possible to make a name for itself... Every time the show ends, the audience applauds without hesitation, and the atmosphere is hot.

And when the head of the team, Moritonio, broke away from gravity again, strode in the air, and showed his special skill "air swimming", his chic and elegant figure completely made people boil...

He lives up to his reputation as an artist.

The performance was undoubtedly a success.

There is no case of dropping the chain...

Back behind the scenes, everyone has a happy smile on their face. Presumably... it won't be long before their net worth soars, and at least they will become popular celebrities in Gram.

As for the group leader, he was taken away by the manager, saying that he was going to meet the boss of the Gramm clan...

……

In the evening, everyone gathered together to celebrate.

"You guys are amazing!"

"Drink to your heart's content today, if you don't get drunk, you won't return!"

"Abbach is a girl, just drink juice!"

The girl looked around for a week, but she didn't find Hisoka and Oboro, and the leader who had returned earlier was gone...

"What about the two of them?"

Abach asked.

"Tch! Those two brats, no matter what they do!"

Fatty Bolize snorted coldly.

"I'll go look for it."

Abach wanted to get up.

"What are you looking for? Sit down quickly. I'm not telling you, Abachi, stay away from Hisoka and Hajime! Especially Hisoka, Hajime has changed after following him. He is not as honest as he was at the beginning!"

"Uh……"

One person reached out and grabbed the girl, dissuading her.

……

In a performance venue with 10 people.

Moritonio sat on the steps in the hotel, watching the empty auditorium.

At this time, a sound of footsteps came from behind.

"Yo."

A familiar way of greeting made the old man smile: "It's Hisoka... and Oboro..."

He didn't look back.

The people who came were precisely the two teenagers with amazing talents in Moritonio's view.

"There are so many people making noise here during the day, but at this time...it's unusually quiet here...It always gives people an unreal feeling."

Moritonio sighed.

"After everything is over, people will feel deserted... There is a strong sense of gap."

"It's just like magic... On the stage, we cast magic on ourselves, and we are so glamorous... When everything fades, we are no different from these audiences, just ordinary... mortals."

"Just like magic itself, it doesn't really exist after all... Maybe this feeling is the emptiness that every magician can't escape..."

For no reason, the old man expressed a few words of emotion.

"The performance was a great success, so I just quietly thought about the future development direction of the troupe here alone..."

"Hisso... I want to entrust you with a more important job. Don't you think... this is a good opportunity for us to get to know each other?" Moritonio seemed to have a premonition and said to himself.

First of all, regarding the origin of Hisoka, this matter has been a topic of discussion among the members.

Secondly, Hisoka and Oboro, at this time that should have been celebrated, found his...purpose alone, which is intriguing.

"Is it you? That serial murderer..."

However, Hisoka suddenly tilted his head and smiled at him.

"..."

The leader was silent for a moment, then smiled: "Scary boy."

"Come on, let's have a frank chat, and..."

"Of course, I will also tell you all about myself."

Moritonio stood up.

"Sorry, I don't really like talking about the past."

Hisoka flipped the playing cards very casually.

"I'm not interested in other people's affairs."

With his hands in his pockets, he said lightly.

"Oh...by the way, how is your left eye? How does it feel...I'm very worried..." Hisoka stopped his movements abruptly, showed a mocking smile to the leader, and called out in a sick tone : "john.doe?"

Moritonio subconsciously covered the left half of his face with his hand, his expression tense.

"Don't be nervous, if you move too much...be careful, that fake face...will fall off~~"

Hisoka reminded.

"That day, you really wanted to kill Abaki, didn't you?"

"You shouldn't have murderous intentions towards me and Hajime, right?"

"Did the two of us be too dazzling, poking your sensitive, fragile, and inferior soul?"

Hisoka spoke unscrupulously, and every word was like a sharp knife, mercilessly piercing into Moritonio's heart.

"A few words made me exposed. I must have Alzheimer's disease..." The old man laughed at himself and stopped pretending. He tore off a piece of plastered skin from his face, revealing his scarred eyebrows. Jiao looked at Hisoka and then at Yu: "You two... are really dangerous."

Sure enough, something was posted...

Hisoka saw that he removed a layer of 'thin' from his face, and the curvature of the corner of his mouth became more obvious.

In fact, he had guessed Moritonio's identity very early on. When Abbacchi said that the cities where the circus visited had portraits of serial murderers... He was also sure that Hagi had already figured it out.

"I've loved people's surprised faces since a long time ago..."

"I used to perform magic tricks for my family."

"But gradually... ordinary performance methods and audience feedback can no longer satisfy me."

"Finally, one day, because of the pursuit of the ultimate 'expression feedback', I killed my sister... The painful facial features and eyes seem to be more meaningful than surprise."

"I want to become a hunter or a traveling entertainer just to sublimate and transform my performance form... to pursue a brand new method. But... as time goes by, I find that after every performance, I feel very empty inside. This emotion is difficult to calm down, and I can only calm down after killing someone and seeing their face before they died..."

Seeing Moritonio recounting his past, his face was expressionless, and he retreated silently.

He knew what was coming next...

The venue was left to the two of them.

The old man squinted at Hisoka: "What do you want to do?"

"Whether you are a murderer or a fraudster, it has nothing to do with me, and I have no interest." Hisoka blew on the cards in his hand, "The cards I want are already in hand..."

Undoubtedly, the card he was referring to was telepathy.

"Although there is no need to stay here anymore...but you have helped me...in return, let...I satisfy you."

"Don't you like to surprise people? Don't you feel empty inside? Why don't you... try... to scare me..."

What appeared together with Hisoka's teasing tone was the thought energy floating around him.

Hisoka's smiling eyes already revealed an irrepressible fighting spirit and madness... There is also a... morbid sense of excitement and anticipation.

"You don't mind if I...use various methods, do you?"

For Hisoka's provocation, Moritonio obviously had an early warning and was not surprised.

"Come on... let's... have some fun."

"Either I kill you, or...you kill me!"

What answered him was Hisoka's evil face.

Whoosh.

After the words fell, a poker card was shot towards Moritonio.

Hisoka himself seemed like a lunatic, and followed closely behind, and rushed towards the old man.

(End of this chapter)