Yorknew City – a rooftop 500 meters from the Semeitalli Building
"There's no sign of trouble; from the outside everything looks normal."
Kurapika, last survivor of the Kurta clan, spoke calmly into his phone.
"Understood. I'll contact you if anything changes."
After he hung up, silence fell on the roof where three people were gathered.
"May I ask you something?" Melody—the female Hunter whose hair was, alas, less than luxurious—glanced over in curiosity.
"What is it?" Kurapika's voice remained steady.
Staring at the little boy of about three, who was sitting on the railing gazing at the stars, Melody asked, "Why does your Nen materialize as a person?"
Kurapika's expression froze for a beat.
When he first developed his chains, the goal had been to drag the Phantom Troupe into hell. Yet a few days ago, while training under Emperor Time with his Scarlet Eyes active, the chains he released began to twist—caught between the Specialization and Conjuration categories—until they formed a humanoid boy with his own consciousness.
Kurapika could feel that the child was his Nen: if Kurapika died, the boy would perish as well, and the child could never stray far from him. With Scarlet Eyes active he could pour Nen into the boy and enlarge him, but—
He had almost no control over this "Nen beast"; it persisted without draining his aura, and—apart from the chains themselves vanishing—he scarcely felt that he had conjured anything at all.
Worse, the creature had to be fed, talked to, looked after. This was no obedient Nen beast; it was, quite literally, a child.
Even so, he did not regret the ability.
"I don't know," Kurapika answered honestly after a moment. "But—he calls himself Uchiha Madara."
A small smile touched his lips.
The first time the "Nen beast" appeared, Kurapika saw the boy's red eyes—adorned with three strange tomoe—but still reminiscent of the clan's Scarlet Eyes. The thought that he had somehow created a tiny clansman eased his heart.
Yes, the child watched his battles with cold detachment and demanded food and books without ceremony, yet Kurapika dutifully provided. Were it not for the boy's inability to stay far away, Kurapika would never have brought him to hunt the Troupe tonight.
Melody nodded, carefully memorising the odd name of the Nen child. "By the way—the Scarlet Eyes: what are they to you?"
Kurapika finally turned his head. "Why do you ask?"
"Just curious," Melody said, her loose hair fluttering in the breeze. "When we watched the surveillance feed, your heartbeat—"
The two of them continued, candidly trading details about their identities and aims.
The boy—Uchiha Madara—swept an indifferent glance over the amiable pair and abruptly announced, "Something's happened inside."
Melody raised her binoculars toward the Semeitalli Building, the auction site whose perimeter within 500 meters was off-limits to anyone but guards. The entrance was deathly still; nothing seemed amiss.
Kurapika's hand moved to dial the team leader.
"Looks perfectly calm…"
"Everyone inside is dead," Madara said flatly. "Except the Nen-using attackers. The rest are gone."
He lifted his face. "See that hot-air balloon? They're escaping."
Since becoming someone else's "Nen beast," Madara's Sharingan had changed subtly; a body made of aura let him see Nen from afar.
"Thanks, Madara." Kurapika phoned the leader, then vaulted the railing. "Hide as best you can—there may be a fight."
In earlier clashes his Nen beast had never needed protection, always re-appearing unscathed afterwards, yet Kurapika could not stop himself from giving the warning.
Madara watched the two sprint toward the building, strange light flickering in his eyes—then vanished.
…
Fifteen minutes later – Gordeau Desert
Bang!
A tall man with gray, spiky hair smashed a fist into the ground, shattering the earth. One of the Ten Dons' Shadow Beasts died underground, body in pieces, while the man bared a spider tattoo on his back.
A killing intent… So that man really is his nemesis—a member of the Troupe?
Madara stood quietly on a cliff, observing the lively battle and, incidentally, the young man to whom he was now inextricably linked.
The "Shadow Beast" was dispatched in moments. Outwardly calm, Kurapika's eyes and aura all but raged; he strode into the centre of the battlefield without hesitation. Melody's soothing melody had no effect on him.
Even hampered, the spiky-haired man's Nen dwarfed Kurapika's—and, Madara noted, the Troupe member still had comrades nearby.
"Shizuku, hurry and suck the poison out!" the man shouted, eyeing Kurapika's approach with unrepentant boldness.
"I'm on it!" The bespectacled girl answered, dashing in with a bizarre vacuum cleaner.
Thunk!
Stripped of his contract chains, Kurapika resorted to throwing weapons; they struck the spiky-haired Troupe member with a dull thud—no damage at all.
Yet Kurapika neither fled nor faltered, even knowing his trump card was gone and the enemy's strength overwhelming. Seeing Shizuku draw nearer, he looked ready to close in and fight at point-blank.
As expected—kids blinded by hatred are trouble.
Madara decided not to stay out of this. Nen wielders in this world enjoyed too many unpredictable talents, and the Phantom Troupe was formidable; should Kurapika die, Madara would perish with him.
Swish!
The boy materialised in the arena, drawing every eye.
"Madara!" Kurapika shouted.
If I'm intervening, Madara mused, I might as well eliminate the Troupe in one go. Then we can search for a way to separate—and…
An invulnerable body was impressive, but to Madara, now with most of his strength restored, it was no more than an ant.
BOOM!
A gigantic, translucent blue fist appeared out of thin air and came crashing down. The ground caved in; the spiky-haired man's head and torso were flattened into the crater. Spider-web cracks rippled outward, nearby cliffs collapsing one after another—the landscape utterly reshaped. Madara had held nothing back.
A colossal, blue, semi-transparent warrior rose from the dust, clutching Kurapika in one hand. Madara stood upon the Susanoo's brow, looking down at the remaining Troupe members who were readying attacks.
His voice rumbled:
"You lot—"
"Care to dance as well?"
~~~
[Translator's Note]:
Unfortunately, this fanfic is completed with many unanswered questions, unresolved plots, and an overall lack of a satisfying ending. I got stuck translating it because of the Stand and Link's power to send someone to another world.
Unfortunately, it ends with just bits and pieces—no real continuation—wrapping up in a chapter that feels cool in concept but ultimately lackluster. I love the idea, but the author didn't quite deliver on it. Hopefully, we'll see more from him in the future, and he'll find success in his next works.
Raw: 我的忍术不对劲
Author: 我不是驴子
Raw site: https://www.qidian.com/book/1042442383/
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