Kakashi The Hunter

Part X Twenty-Five

so, a lot has happened since i last updated this, i deleted it for one, then i put it back up. i started this story the summer i started freshman year of high school and now im a senior, i cannot believe ive actually made it this far. i guarantee you that at about halfway through this chapter, my style will change a bit. ive been working on different stories, some more serious than this one and it might bleed over a bit.

i actually stopped watching anime for a good year. i finished a 15-season show in three months(supernatural) and ive read an entire book series and a half (ACOTAR and the first two books of ToG) as well as multiple stand-alone books. ive been busy.

oh, i also moved :)

feel free to ask any questions about why ive been gone, ill answer them. and i totally disregarded punctuation and capitalization in the A/N and im not going to fix it.

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Gon and Killua begged to go see Hisoka's fight. Gon still wasn't allowed to train his Nen, and Wing viewed watching someone fight as training. I didn't want to see the creep fight some random revenge-ridden dude, he'd probably only end up getting himself killed. Killua bought me a ticket anyways, someone should teach the kid how to responsibly spend money.

Kastro was a tall man with very long white hair. Now who in their right mind would choose to wear that hideous yellow cloak? He could've stuck to a black cloak to match the black and white scheme he's got going on.

Killua decided it would be a great idea to sneak up on the man, it wouldn't be wise to let him go alone in case his childish antics are taken the wrong way.

He was sitting in a room on the couch, facing away from us. Though there was something off about his Nen, he didn't have near enough that an experienced Nen user should have. Then there was another, identical presence a little down the hall. Killua hadn't noticed. He must be using his Nen to create an off-brand Shadow Clone.

I turned subtly to the guy and gave a small wave. Kastro was surprised and Killua turned back to him. He looked back into the room but Kastro wasn't there anymore.

"What are you two doing?" Killua smiled and rubbed the back of his head nervously. "Well, I just wanted an autograph, I'm a big fan." Kastro smiled, "Well you should've just said so! I'm impressed at your level of Zetsu for someone so young. Not very many adults know how to use it that effectively." He turned to me. "You taught your son well."

I. Am. Not. That. Old.

Killua seemed flustered, waving his hands around to try and cover his very red face. "He's not my son. More like a student." Kastro smiled again, this time with a hint of suspicion. "Well regardless, you taught him well. Especially considering I can't sense anything from you at all." He looked between the two of us. "I felt his signature disappear when he used his Zetsu, but I didn't even know you were anywhere near this building, let alone standing outside my room,"

I smirked, people really don't understand anything about me at all. Killua gained some bearings and tried to steer the conversation away from me. Thank you for that little man.

"Why are you fighting Hisoka anyways? Aren't you super close to becoming a floor master?" A big fan huh? Kastro smirked. "Yes, but in order to become a floor master you must first defeat one in battle. I fought Hisoka before, two years ago. I was the first and only person to ever get a clean hit in on him. Then I was defeated."

"I've dedicated all of my time to training in order to fight Hisoka again."

Killua nodded sagely, "You're about to miss your match by the way." Kastro a smile fell and his eyes grew panicked. He gave us a hasty goodbye before booking it down the hall. Killua looked up at me with big eyes, "Are we really that similar?"