Making friends and going out with them—this was something Killua had always longed for.
With his sharp mind, even though Kalluto tried to hide it, Killua easily deduced that Moro had used a commission as a pretext to take Kalluto out for a whole day of fun.
Not to mention, Kalluto had already slipped up.
Now that he had confirmed it, a wave of jealousy surged in Killua's heart.
But he didn't bother hiding it. Instead, he openly expressed his envy in front of Kalluto, and just as directly, he asked if he could come along next time.
Faced with Killua's earnest request, Kalluto couldn't bring himself to refuse and eventually agreed.
"So, how did you two meet?"
Killua smiled as he wiped off some chocolate from the corner of his mouth, his curiosity piqued.
"It was because of a commission…" Kalluto hesitated.
"Oh, okay. Then where did you guys go today?"
Killua immediately changed the subject.
As the genius child of the Zoldyck family, his intelligence was undeniable. Despite his young age, he possessed an extraordinary level of emotional insight, able to pick up on subtle cues that others might miss.
Kalluto was also mature for his age, but compared to Killua, he was still just a child.
So, when Kalluto hesitated and looked uncomfortable, Killua instantly realized that there was something difficult for him to talk about.
Even though Killua was dying to know the details, he decided to change the subject instead.
He was more interested in hearing about their day than making his younger brother feel awkward.
Kalluto, assuming that Killua was simply eager to hear about their trip, didn't think much of it and happily started recounting the day's events.
Killua listened attentively, his face filled with undisguised envy. But deep inside, he also felt a growing sense of loneliness.
The family's rules were unshakable.
But Kalluto—he had found a friend like Moro, someone who came up with an excuse under the guise of "business" just to take him outside for a day.
It turned out there was a way to do that.
It turned out there were people like this in the world.
If Killua hadn't witnessed it himself, he never would have thought such a possibility existed.
"If only I could find a friend like Moro…"
He laughed and responded to Kalluto's stories while keeping that thought to himself.
Meanwhile, outside the room…
A figure stood quietly against the wall, eavesdropping on their conversation.
The hallway was dimly lit, the glow of the night lights faint.
Even so, the person's dark, lifeless eyes were clearly visible in the weak light.
If Killua or Kalluto had noticed this presence, they would have immediately clammed up.
Because this person was their eldest brother—Illumi Zoldyck.
And in a way, he was even more terrifying than their father.
That wasn't entirely accurate.
For their father, Silva, they felt respect.
For Illumi, they felt fear.
Illumi listened for a long time before silently walking away.
"So, my 'suggestion' was correct. If this continues, things will only spiral further out of control."
He arrived at the Zoldyck family's lounge, speaking as if talking to himself.
In the shadows, Kikyo Zoldyck stood silently.
Illumi's words were directed at her.
"A mistake should be corrected."
Illumi turned his head slightly, his dark eyes filled with an extreme need for control.
"If we can't correct it, then that just means the method isn't strong enough. Father and Grandfather will soon understand that as well."
Kikyo remained silent.
But the trembling of the red electronic eye on her visor betrayed her internal unrest.
On a blimp heading to Heavens Arena…
Moro had finally put on the weighted training gear that Kalluto had "borrowed" from his family.
It seemed that the Zoldyck family had access to some kind of special alloy.
In the original story, Killua's yo-yos were made from this very alloy.
Even the common household items used by the Zoldyck family's butlers for training were infused with this metal.
Despite their small size, they were remarkably heavy.
For Moro, obtaining a set of these custom-made weighted training clothes through Kalluto was more than satisfying.
"Huff… Huff…"
After an intense training session, Moro collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air, his clothes drenched in sweat.
His training method was simple and brutal:
Keep his aura suppressed in "Zetsu" while enduring high weights and pushing his body to the limit.
This way, he could train both his aura control and his physical endurance at the same time.
While using "Zetsu," he could recover from fatigue more quickly and block out distractions, allowing him to focus entirely on his workout.
The downside?
His extreme training could cause serious strain on his body.
But that was where Menchi's medicinal cuisine came in handy.
With that, the final piece of his training puzzle was in place.
Now, as long as he followed his training plan, three months of dedication…
Would be more than enough to completely transform himself.
Two days later.
November 9th.
Moro returned to Heavens Arena in time for his scheduled match that day.
After a hard-fought battle, he emerged victorious.
This marked his fourth win on the 200th floor.
Only six more victories, and he'd be eligible to challenge a Floor Master.
In the days that followed…
His daily routine consisted of:
High-intensity training
Menchi's meal plans
Focusing on his scheduled matches
Every day was exhausting, but Moro pushed through with sheer willpower.
Once he got past the initial phase, the burden on his mind and body gradually lightened.
His insane training not only left Menchi speechless, but also motivated Wing and Callista to train harder themselves.
Time passed.
By the end of November, Moro secured his eighth win in the 200th floor battles.
The Fighting Olympics was just one week away.
Perhaps because the tournament was approaching, many 200th-floor fighters could no longer sit still.
Some eagerly registered for matches, while others were forced to participate due to the nearing deadline.
Because of this, match scheduling had become much quicker.
Moro just needed two more victories, and then he could choose his Floor Master opponent.
December 2nd.
Moro secured his ninth win—just one more to go before qualification.
As he left the arena, he immediately headed to the registration counter as usual.
But just as he reached the elevator, he saw someone waiting for him.
"Hello. My name is Yungu. Like you, I'm a fighter on the 200th floor."
Yungu got straight to the point.
"I want to challenge you to a match."
Moro blinked in slight surprise.
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