Hunter x Hunter: The Zoldyck Family's Legendary Item Master

"So I beg you, help me to become like you."

"Good lad, decisive enough! How does he manage to ask for help without batting an eye?" In the cabin behind the mountain, Maha scratched his ear, the temples of his "surveillance glasses" pressing painfully against it.

The old man glanced at Kuroro, then at Netero, and said, "Look at him. If you had knelt down and begged me back then, you wouldn't have gotten a beating, would you?"

Netero: "."

Too lazy to pay attention to the old man, she fixed her gaze on Kuroro and was slightly surprised by his decisiveness.

A young person's dignity should not be trampled on. It's not uncommon for them to impulsively draw their swords for the sake of their pitiful self-esteem. But this boy in the picture, as the old man said, was so decisive that he could abandon his dignity.

Netero stroked his graying beard and smiled, saying, "If guided properly, he might very well achieve great things in the future."

"Who?" Jag looked over curiously.

Netero casually remarked, "That kid who organized the opera troupe knelt down before Sean right away."

"Heh. Is that so?" Jegra opened a drawer, took out a pair of "surveillance glasses," put them on, and stared intently—

Sean's face twitched; he was clearly taken aback by Kuroro's outburst right from the start.

"Interesting." The boy looked intently at Kuroro and smiled.

In the original work, at Salazar's funeral, Machi did notice the Nen aura on Renko's body, and it wouldn't be surprising if she told Chrollo.

The key question is, "Since you know that both Miss Renko and I are Nen users, why don't you ask her for help?"

Sean said with amusement, "Compared to me, Miss Lianzi, who is familiar with you, is undoubtedly more suitable for you."

"I begged her, but she accepted Machi and not me," Kuroro said calmly, showing no sign of frustration at being rejected.

"So, you knelt down to her too?" Sean glanced at Kuroro's knees.

Kuroro truthfully replied, "I knelt down."

Sean: "."

The three old men watching from behind the scenes: "."

They glanced at each other, looking at each other blankly.

So the saying "a man's knees are worth gold" is just bullshit to you, is it?

Sean stared at Kuroro in astonishment, then burst into laughter: "As expected of you, Kuroro~ You're capable of anything!"

Kuroro seemed oblivious to the sarcasm in Sean's tone and nodded, "Yes, I'd do anything to gain the power to protect everyone."

“I believe you.” Sean’s smile vanished abruptly. He squinted at him, remembering how, after Salazar’s death, this guy had immediately made a three-year agreement to keep Uvogin, leaving him with a single sentence—

He wouldn't hesitate to kill many people to avenge Salazar!

This clearly shows what kind of fanatical extremist he is!

“So here’s the question.” Sean slowly walked up to Kuroro, squatted down, and looked directly into his eyes: “What if one day I become a threat to you, or what if I, as your guide Kuroro, gave you power, but then stood in your way?”

"At that time, would you kill me for the sake of so-called protection?"

Kuroro raised his head, met Sean's gaze, and said without hesitation, "Yes."

"Whoosh~" The wooden door was swept by a whirlwind, and then a figure flashed by, instantly grabbing Kuroro by the neck and lifting him up!

Ziponian grabbed Kuroro like he was a chick and said dangerously, "Kid, you're asking for it!"

That's it, that's it. Kuroro's breathing quickened, and a fervent glint appeared in his eyes hidden behind his eyelids. Even though he was out of breath and his head was spinning, it couldn't stop his desire.

"Put him down."

Sean stood up and waved his hand expressionlessly.

Ziponian snorted coldly and loosened his grip. Kuroro felt his throat, which was on the verge of breaking, being saved.

With a "bang," it crashed to the ground, its limbs sprawled on the floor, panting heavily.

He was stubborn as a mule, and besides, he hadn't actually died. His breathing gradually calmed down, and Kuroro looked up at Sean and said, "I'm just telling the truth."

Sean put his middle finger to his lips: "Shh~"

With a casual flick of his wrist, he lifted Kuroro's chin: "Look into my eyes. Did you notice anything?"

A crimson glint emerged from his left eye, the tomoe spinning, its reflection shimmering in Kuroro's pupils. The young spider leader opened his mouth, exclaiming, "Sharingan?!"

These words shocked many onlookers.

"Damn it! This brat tricked me!" Maha noticed Sean's strange behavior and instantly understood many things—like instantly learning "hidden steps," "snake-like movements," and "water-turning techniques."

"So, that brat already had his Sharingan, just waiting for that idiot Silva to rush over and give him his skills."

"Didn't Father send the 'turning water' himself?" Jag glanced at Maha, calmed down, and said in a deep voice, "Father, you are wrong about one thing."

"The Sharingan can only copy ordinary taijutsu and ninjutsu. Techniques like 'Water Transfer', which are basic applications of 'Nen,' are not included in this category."

"Heh heh. Even so, that's still exaggerated enough." Netero squinted at Sean's left eye: "According to Sean's own description, the Uchiha clan, who possess the Sharingan, don't bother copying other people's ninjutsu!"

"Because their clan's ninjutsu is powerful enough, such as Itachi's 'Amaterasu'. If I remember correctly, that black fire is no ordinary fire; it cannot be extinguished with water!"

"Not to mention, the 'Tsukuyomi' that sent chills down my spine when I first saw it."

"Forcibly pulling someone into an illusionary space, where time, location, and quality are all controlled by the caster. Heh~ you can imagine how desperate they would feel if they were hit!"

Chapter 50 The Tragedy of the Phantom Troupe X Kuroro's Collapse

Netero knows it like the back of his hand, and his attitude towards watching "Ninja Tune" is clearly more fanatical and meticulous than that of a certain other person.

After he finished speaking, Maha, unusually, did not refute him. He had even asked Sean about Itachi before, so he was naturally familiar with "Amaterasu" and "Tsukuyomi".

"The eyes that even Sarutobi fears are far more than this." The old man stared intently at Sean in the image and said, "I know Sean."

"This brat is really good at hiding things. Just you wait and see, there's definitely something even more amazing waiting for us in the next installment of 'Ninja in the Pot'."

“That makes sense.” Jag glanced over. “Father, there’s something else about Aro that you might not have noticed.”

“Oh?” Netero and Maha looked over. Jag pointed to his left eye and reminded them, “Notice that the tomoe in Sean’s pupil is very unusual.”

"I don't know if you guys remember, but before Kakashi met Zabuza, he only had two tomoe to kill them. After that, he had three."

So, "You mean the Sharingan will evolve later?" Netero raised an eyebrow.

Jag nodded: "This could be the big thing Father was talking about."

“Oh ho ho ho. That’s really interesting.” Netero was taken aback for a moment, then put his hands on his hips and laughed: “Old man, to be honest, I’m really jealous.”

"How about we make a deal? Why don't you let me adopt Sean?"

"You know that little bastard Yang De well; he's completely focused on the Dark Continent. Hoping he'll give me a grandson? Who knows when that'll ever happen?"

Sure enough, you little fox's tail has been revealed. Maha glanced at him sideways and said a single word: "Get lost!"

Netero, seeing this, immediately waved his hands, saying, "Just kidding, just kidding."

He pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked at the church.

"Ding~" It was eight o'clock in the evening, and the clock struck precisely on time.

As Kuroro stared into Sean's bloodshot left eye, his body trembled involuntarily in response to the sound of the bell.

He murmured to himself:

"The Sharingan possesses powerful abilities such as observation, copying, and hypnosis. Its user has superhuman insight, can observe the flow of an opponent's chakra, and can even cast and see through genjutsu, and copy an opponent's taijutsu and non-keigenkai ninjutsu."

"In 'Naruto Shippuden,' Kakashi Hatake, Sasuke, and Itachi Uchiha were all wielders. Now there's one more—Sean!"

The comic reflected reality, and a sense of chaos welled up in his heart. Ripples appeared in Kuroro's eyes, which were as calm as a stagnant pool. This shocked him even more than when he had witnessed Sean's "Multiple Shadow Clone Technique" and "Expansion Technique"!

"You know quite a lot. No wonder the priest entrusted you with such an important task." Sean remained serious, the tomoe on his left eye slowly rotating, emitting a strange fluctuation in all directions. He didn't hold back his appreciation for Kuroro, but there was one thing he had to remind him of.

"Knowing and experiencing are worlds apart, young man." Leaning slightly forward, their eyes met, and the tomoe in Sean's left eye suddenly accelerated.

"Caw caw~" Several crows flapped their wings and flew over the church.

Kuroro's eyes suddenly glazed over, and he lost control of his body, beginning to fall.

He stretched out his arms, trying to grab anything he could, but as he looked around, there was nothing but endless blood, let alone a single straw.

At that moment, immense loneliness, depression, panic, and many other negative emotions were amplified and surged towards him like a tidal wave.

Kuroro finally lost his composure, clutching a strand of his hair and letting the pain tell him, "It's fake. It's all fake, all Sean's illusion!"

Until—his feet touched the ground, and a large hand grabbed his collar—

"Tell me, Kuroro, what's written on these two pieces of paper?!" Uvogin's angry voice rang out. Kuroro turned around and saw Nobunaga, Machi, Pakunoda, Franklin, Shalnark, and a host of other friends all staring at him. Their eyes were filled with unreserved grief and anger.

"What note?"

Why are you all looking at me like that?

Kuroro felt his throat go dry and looked at Franklin, whom he trusted most.

The older man, his face somber, silently pointed to a black plastic bag at his feet, its opening wide, quietly waiting for him.

A tremendous sense of foreboding washed over him, prompting Kuroro to take two steps forward. He looked down, and the boy's small, thin body froze instantly!

It felt as if all the colors of life had faded away. All that remained was Salazar, dismembered, with a note pinned to her brow, silently questioning him: "Didn't you promise to protect me?"

Why don't you come looking for me?

"Aren't you coming to save me, Kuroro?!"

"Do you know how much it hurts? They ripped my clothes off, chopped off my arms, and bled me. It really hurts so much. It's so cold, Kuroro."

"Cough cough. He's the kind of person no one can save." The swordsman not far away suddenly collapsed into a pool of blood, leaning against a toilet, spitting blood, and glaring venomously at Kuroro, saying, "Look what you've done to me! I was kind enough to help you, and this is how you treat me!"

"Bang!" Another gunshot rang out, and Pakunoda clutched his chest and collapsed beside the Swordsman: "You were right, he can't protect anyone when danger strikes, and we have to die for him."

"No! Sarassa! Pakunotan! Chrollo! This isn't real, this isn't real! I'll protect you, I can protect you, please believe me!" Kuroro grabbed his hair, his eyes reddening as he kept telling himself it was an illusion, Sean's illusion.

Suddenly, a large hand slid down his shoulder and landed at his feet. Uvogin, who had first grabbed him, collapsed weakly at Kuroro's feet. He stared with lifeless gray eyes, ripped open his shattered heart, and shouted at Kuroro, "Does blood lie, Kuroro?!"

Look at my heart! It's crying out in pain!

"Do you only feel satisfied when everyone is dead?!"

die? die! die! die!

"Hahaha~ Really? Really? I don't know, I don't know!"

Kuroro broke down, laughing and crying at the same time, kneeling in a pool of blood, unable to distinguish anymore.