Hunter X Hunter, Reborn as a Kuruta Tribesmen

**"Who are you? Why are you targeting us?"**

Kite stepped forward, his voice firm and his aura radiating an imposing presence.

Hisoka, however, was entirely unfazed. His eyes flicked back and forth between Rocky and Kite, assessing them.

To Hisoka, the young boy exuded potential—a *green apple*, brimming with promise but not yet ripe. The silver-haired man, on the other hand, was a more immediate threat. Though Hisoka could feel a faint pressure emanating from him, it wasn't overwhelming.

Still, it was enough to pique his interest.

**"When I see someone interesting, I just... can't help myself... I want... want... want..."** Hisoka tilted his head slightly, his tongue tracing his upper lip in a disturbingly deliberate motion. His expression was twisted with glee, like a predator savoring the anticipation of a hunt.

Kite remained stoic, unfazed by Hisoka's antics.

Rocky, however, couldn't help but think to himself, *"As expected of this pervert... He makes killing intent look so theatrical!"*

By now, Kite had pieced together what kind of person stood before them. It was clear this wasn't a random encounter. Hisoka was a killer, drawn to them purely for his own entertainment.

**"You'd better leave now. If you insist on attacking us, I promise you'll regret it,"** Kite warned, his voice steady but laced with danger.

But Hisoka only grew more excited, his grin widening.

**"Really? Then... I won't leave!"**

Hisoka spread his arms wide, cards flying out from his hands in an arc like fluttering wings. The action seemed extravagant, almost playful, but Kite saw through the façade immediately.

The cards lacked any real killing intent. Hisoka wasn't attacking—he was distracting them.

Kite's sharp eyes glimmered with focus. From the start, he'd been on guard, using his Nen to heighten his awareness. Subtly throwing aura onto someone unnoticed was no small feat, especially under Kite's watchful gaze.

Hisoka noticed Kite's vigilance and couldn't help but admire it.

*"Good instincts,"* he thought, a flicker of approval in his sharp gaze.

In battles between Nen users, the first to expose their abilities often lost an edge. Keeping one's techniques a mystery could force opponents into hesitation, even if the technique itself wasn't particularly powerful.

Hisoka smiled and pulled out two cards, focusing his aura. Then, with a burst of speed, he charged at Kite.

Kite reacted instantly, swinging his blade toward Hisoka in a clean, calculated arc.

When their attacks clashed, neither used any specialized abilities. It was a pure exchange of power—an opportunity to test the other's capabilities.

As Hisoka deflected Kite's blade with his cards, his sharp mind began analyzing.

*"Interesting… He's using a weapon to defend himself. That likely means he isn't an Enhancer,"* Hisoka mused.

The cards collided with Kite's weapon, producing a metallic *ding*. Remarkably, the cards remained intact.

*"If he were an Enhancer, Emitter, or Transmuter, his blade would have sliced through my cards effortlessly. But they didn't. The force behind his attack matches the force behind my cards. This can only mean…"*

Hisoka's eyes gleamed with realization.

*"He must be an Manipulator or a Conjurer."*

Manipulator typically avoided close combat, preferring to attack from a distance by manipulating weapon or people. If Kite were an Manipulator, Hisoka reasoned, he wouldn't have chosen to engage in melee combat.

This left one conclusion.

**"You must be a Conjurer!"**

Kite's eyes widened in shock. In just one brief exchange, Hisoka had deduced his Nen type with startling accuracy.

*"This guy... He's terrifyingly sharp!"* Kite thought, a bead of sweat forming on his brow.

Before Kite could respond, Rocky suddenly spoke up.

**"And you're a Transmuter."**

Hisoka's attention shifted to the young boy.

The smile on his face grew wider, his curiosity piqued.

**"Oh? How did you figure that out?"** Hisoka asked, his tone dripping with amusement.

Kite maintained a focused expression, his gaze narrowing as he observed Hisoka's reaction. The clown-like figure before them wasn't showing signs of backing off.

"Transmuter? It seems there is some trouble," Kite muttered under his breath. Hisoka's subtle micro-expressions confirmed Rocky's earlier deduction.

If Hisoka truly was a Transmuter, touching his Nen could lead to unpredictable outcomes. Hisoka's abilities would likely be traps, layered with intricate designs meant to mislead or harm. Kite clenched his fists. Now that his Nen category was exposed, there was no reason to conceal anything further.

He raised his hand confidently.

"I hope I'll have better luck this time!"

With a burst, white smoke enveloped his hand.

"Yo yo yo! This time I meet a strong opponent, Kite!" The voice was chaotic and almost comical.

"You're so long-winded. Spin it quickly!"

From the smoke emerged a bizarre figure—a crazy clown with a maniacal grin and a roulette wheel embedded in its mouth. The clown twirled, its laughter echoing eerily.

"There's a roulette in my mouth, numbers one to nine. I'm Crazy Clown! Lu-lu-lu-lu... Number 4!"

The roulette spun before stopping at the selected number. A weapon materialized in Kite's hand—a gun, though its design was exaggerated. It resembled a pistol but had a long, twisted barrel and intricate etchings along its surface.

"Missed it again!" Kite muttered under his breath, unimpressed.

The clown protested loudly. "Bullshit! I never miss!"

Rocky, observing from the sidelines, found it difficult to suppress a smirk. Despite knowing Kite's ability beforehand, watching it unfold in a serious battle was unexpectedly amusing. The comical nature of the Crazy Clown clashed with the intensity of the moment.

Hisoka, meanwhile, was intrigued. His sharp eyes studied the weapon in Kite's hand. A Conjurer's ability to bring forth speaking objects suggested an unusually high level of creativity and mastery.

As the roulette determined Kite's weapon, Hisoka's grin widened.

"Interesting," he murmured, his voice dripping with excitement.

Bang!

A shot fired from Kite's pistol, and Hisoka dodged effortlessly, his movements fluid and graceful.

"No need to hide anymore," Hisoka muttered, raising his hand. Thin strands of gum-like material extended from his fingers, latching onto nearby buildings.

"Bungee Gum!"

In an instant, Hisoka's speed increased dramatically as he zipped through the area like a deranged Spider-Man, his movements unpredictable and erratic. Hisoka was relentless, the cards in his hands moving faster, becoming sharper with each throw.

Kite gritted his teeth as he tried to fend off Hisoka's attacks, his pistol firing round after round. The exaggerated weapon allowed him to keep Hisoka at bay, but barely. Hisoka's retractable Bungee Gum gave him the advantage of proximity; if he managed to get close enough to touch Kite, the fight would be as good as over.

Kite's breathing became heavier. This wasn't the strongest version of himself—he knew that. His current strength was leagues away from what he would achieve years later. Fighting Hisoka now was an uphill battle.

Rocky stood back, observing the clash between the two Nen users. His gaze narrowed as he analyzed the situation.

"If I remember correctly," Rocky thought, "Hisoka joins the Phantom Troupe this year. If he's here now, he might already be on their trail."

The realization hit him. If Hisoka's ultimate goal was the Troupe, there was no need to continue engaging him here. Letting Hisoka go after the Troupe could even play to Rocky's advantage. Hisoka's sadistic desire for strong opponents would inevitably lead him to clash with the Troupe, effectively weakening their numbers.

Rocky turned his attention back to the fight. Hisoka's movements were becoming more aggressive, and Kite's defensive efforts were faltering under the relentless assault.

"Enough," Rocky muttered, stepping forward. He lifted his cloak slightly, revealing the **Dragon King Sword** hovering ominously behind him.

The air shifted.

In an instant, energy began to surge around Rocky. The **Dragon King Sword** spun rapidly above him, gathering a swirling mass of Nen. The sudden burst of energy cracked the ground beneath Rocky's feet, and an immense wave of energy radiated outward, shaking the area.

The sheer force of the Nen was overwhelming, spreading across the basketball court like a tidal wave.

Both Hisoka and Kite froze, their attention snapping toward Rocky.

Hisoka's grin faltered slightly, replaced by genuine surprise.

"Such massive energy... from a mere child?" Hisoka muttered, his eyes narrowing as he assessed Rocky.

Kite glanced back at Rocky, his expression a mix of relief and astonishment.