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HP: Sacred Gear Chat Group - Chapter 51
🕑 Added 2025-08-22 09:05:56 +0000 UTCKillua’s voice cracked with irritation as he shouted, “What do you mean you’re going to take a nap?” He shoved his way through the thick purple mist swirling around Harry, his silver hair bristling with frustration. “We’ve got this if you join in! They don’t stand a chance against your Nen ability! So why the hell are you throwing this away?”
But the moment Killua pushed forward, the mist spat him right back out the other side. He stumbled, spun around, and glared daggers at Harry, who was comfortably lounging like the fight wasn’t even happening.
“Don’t give me that look,” Harry said lazily, shifting his sunglasses into place as if they had been there all along. “Didn’t you hear Razor’s words? Haven’t you figured it out yet? This so-called game… it was never meant to be some bloodbath. It only turned into a death match because some fool slapped a massive bounty on it. He couldn’t handle the reality of human limits, so he twisted the whole thing into this mess.” Harry gave a casual shrug, sinking deeper into his beach chair as though he were on vacation instead of a battlefield.
Killua froze. His expression didn’t move, but behind his eyes it was clear his thoughts were racing. His sharp mind was piecing together the truth at lightning speed. “…It’s designed to train Nen. That’s what this is about. And Gon’s father… he wants him to grow through this game. That’s why Razor is pushing us so hard.”
“Bingo!” Harry shot a finger gun at him with a grin, the sunglasses gleaming.
Gon tilted his head, his wide eyes shining with curiosity. “So… my dad wants me to become stronger? That’s why he created this game?”
“I wouldn’t say it was made only for you,” Harry replied, waving a hand as though brushing away the idea. “But yeah, the main point is Nen training. Even making this game was probably part of Ging’s training for himself. That guy doesn’t do anything without a reason.” His grin widened, and he leaned forward just enough to add, “Now don’t keep Razor waiting. This is a challenge your dad set up for you. You’re ready for it. So go on—fight him with everything you’ve got. Don’t hold back.”
“OSU!” Gon clenched his fists, his aura flaring to life with a fiery glow. Determination surged through his voice, and the ground almost trembled from the sudden burst of energy.
Killua rubbed the back of his head, staring at Gon and Harry with disbelief. A long sigh escaped his lips before he finally muttered, “You guys are seriously insane…” Yet, as always, his feet carried him forward, following close behind his best friend.
The rest of the group exchanged amused looks, watching the scene unfold like it was some ridiculous comedy act.
Harry meanwhile dozed off to the calming sounds of a brutal Dodgeball Game.
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“ROCK!” The shout rang out like a clap of thunder, snapping Harry from his daze. He watched in awe as Gon slammed the volleyball with a sheer torrent of Aura from his Nen ability, sending it hurtling toward Razor like a cannonball. One couldn’t help but admire the boy’s raw strength. Enhancers were the top-tier powerhouses in the world of Nen, capable of outputting incredible force by channeling their Aura directly. Gon, even with his limited experience, was an exceptionally gifted Nen user, and when he had time to focus and prepare, his attacks could reach monstrous levels of power.
Razor, however, didn’t flinch. He simply centered his own Aura, preparing to meet the attack head-on. Within the rules of Hunter x Hunter’s power system, he was absurdly overpowered—but restricted to the confines of Greed Island. He made no move to catch the incoming cannonball disguised as a volleyball. Instead, with a delicate combination of balance and Nen control, he redirected it straight back toward Gon, fully aware he was issuing a direct challenge.
In that split second, Razor miscalculated. He underestimated Gon’s character. The boy never backed down from a challenge and sought victory only by defeating his opponent—not by outsmarting them. Had Gon dodged, the ball would have been knocked out of the arena, and Razor, having touched it last, would have lost. But Gon didn’t move. Every ounce of his energy had been poured into that last attack. Sweat drenched his body, and he collapsed onto the ground before the ball even reached him.
In some ways, Gon’s drive mirrored Hisoka’s. Their goals were different—Hisoka craved life-and-death battles against someone stronger or at least as strong—but both chased a true, untainted victory. Hisoka’s cooperation with Chrollo was no exception: helping him regain his Nen only to face him later in a genuine fight.
“Not yet ♥,” Hisoka murmured with a grin, stretching both hands toward the ball. Bungee Gum formed around them, glowing faintly with his Nen. The move shocked everyone watching, especially the team members who didn’t know Gon’s full capabilities.
“What—? WHY?” Tsezguerra shouted from outside the field, panic in his voice.
“Only a flawless victory will do ♣,” Hisoka replied calmly, his gaze fixed on the ball as if preparing for a dance rather than a fight. “That’s what Gon wants ♥.”
Amid the chaos and tension, no one noticed the subtle detail hidden at the edge of Hisoka’s Bungee Gum-covered hand: a wisp of purple mist, faint but deliberate, concealed by In.
It appeared for only an instant, vanishing as soon as the ball collided with Hisoka’s Bungee Gum. The gum wrapped around it tightly, stretching out like a massive, elastic sack, absorbing the momentum while straining every fiber of Hisoka’s fingers.
The ball didn’t stop moving, but its speed gradually decreased as the gum stretched to its limit, tugging against Hisoka’s hands with immense pressure. With a herculean effort, he forced the ball to change direction, preserving almost all of its speed and the Aura that still radiated from it.
“Whoa! He bounced it back again!” the onlookers shouted, their voices a mixture of awe and disbelief. The ball surged through the air once more, its speed and power fully intact, hurtling straight toward Razor.
“This is getting fun!” Razor yelled, adrenaline pumping through him. Despite having taken Gon's powerful strike head-on moments ago, he remained fully prepared, ready to continue the exchange. “A volley match, huh? Let’s do this!”
He met the ball head-on again, attempting to redirect it with his Nen. But something was different this time. The ball wouldn’t let go. It clung to him, sticking in a way that Razor hadn’t anticipated.
Hisoka’s craftiness revealed itself. He hadn’t just redirected the ball with Bungee Gum; he had wrapped it completely, ensuring it adhered to Razor. Every ounce of force trapped inside the ball now pressed directly against him, pushing him backward with relentless intensity.
“Bungee Gum has the properties…” Hisoka began, his usual teasing tone threading through his words as he revealed the supposed nature of his ability, “…of both gum and rubber ♣.”
Harry wasn’t entirely sure he could take that at face value. Bungee Gum was a deceptively simple ability—stretchy, versatile, and perfectly in line with Hisoka’s unpredictable personality—but its true limits and properties were questionable.
According to Hisoka’s own Nen type personality, a Transmuter like him was notorious for lying. Why would he openly explain the mechanics of his ability to his opponents? Nen abilities were usually closely guarded secrets, and revealing them signaled a rare level of trust. Most likely, he was only speaking a half-truth, designed to confuse and mislead.
Harry had never seen Bungee Gum tear, no matter how far it was stretched. But soon, he would get to witness its true limits firsthand.
The ball pressed harder against Razor, who struggled to keep it under control. “Aarrrg!” he grunted, the sheer force pushing him across the field. A blackened, smoking trail scorched the ground beneath him, marking the path of his forced retreat. Eventually, he came to a stop just outside the field, the ball finally ceasing its forward push as its energy dissipated.
The amount of force involved had been staggering. Just managing to redirect it with Bungee Gum had already taken its toll on Hisoka. Several of his fingers were blackened and broken, evidence of the incredible strain he had endured to control the attack.
Even a casual observer could see the danger of underestimating the combination of raw power and ingenuity Hisoka wielded.
During the match, Razor had recalled all of his Nen summons, gathering as much Aura as possible for the fight, leaving only No.0 outside, acting as the referee. “Catching the ball while outside the court is not legal!! Razor is OUT! Gon’s team wins!” the referee shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos.
That was the moment Gon woke up, blinking in surprise as the realization hit him—they had actually won. “Oh, yeah!” he exclaimed, still drenched in sweat. The sideline erupted in cheers, Tsezguerra’s men shouting in unison, “You guys are awesome!”
“Well, congratulations, Gon! You did it,” Harry said, approaching the boy as he tried to process a short summary of what had happened while he was passed out.
“It wasn’t me,” Gon admitted, panting heavily. “Hisoka pulled us through at the end. He handled the critical part!”
Hisoka, leaning casually nearby, only smiled. “We all worked together ♣. It was a team effort ♥,” he said in his usual teasing tone.
Harry ignored the ongoing celebration for a moment and turned to Killua. “Yeah, Killua. Show me your hands.”
“Huh? What do you want to do?” Killua asked, lifting his black-and-blue hands, battered from acting like the barrel of a gun for Gon’s massive punches. The destructive force behind each strike had been enormous, and he hadn’t been able to use his own Aura to soften it without weakening the impact. It would take weeks—maybe even months—for the injuries to fully heal.
“Just look,” Harry said calmly. He placed his hands over Killua’s, exhaling softly as a faint stream of Aura left his mouth and wrapped around Killua’s injured hands.
It was his own copied version of Angel’s Breath. Naturally, it wasn’t as powerful as the original. He couldn’t restore missing limbs, and healing a large area required much more Aura than usual, but it was still a useful skill, and enough to accelerate Killua’s recovery.
“That’s…” Tsezguerra murmured, recognizing the ability, but Harry ignored him, shifting his attention toward Hisoka.
“Now you, Hisoka,” he said.
“Thank you ♥,” the combat clown replied with a chuckle. “An impressive ability. You never stop surprising me, Harry ♦.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Harry muttered with a shrug. “We’ll fight one day. Beat Chrollo first.” He barely acknowledged the battle lust radiating from Hisoka.
He had half-expected Tsezguerra to demand he visit Batera. After all, the entire point behind the enormous prize money on Greed Island had been Angel Breath.
The billionaire had wanted to heal the love of his life, who was critically ill. In pursuit of that goal, he had turned the game into a deadly challenge, making success far more difficult.
Recruiting a team of talented Hunters would have made completing the game far easier.
In the end of his inner conflict Tsezguerra’s greed had taken precedence—he didn’t want to share the reward with Harry, who would have expected the largest portion for actually doing the healing. It didn’t matter to Harry. Tsezguerra could keep his loss.
“I lose,” Razor admitted, slipping back into the persona of the pirate captain he played within the game. “We’ll leave the town as promised.” Then, his gaze sharpened as he looked directly at Gon. “But first… I’ll answer your questions about Ging.”
Meanwhile, Shizuku had approached his side, her voice neutral as always. “Are we done?”
“Soon,” Harry replied, shrugging. “I just need a physical copy of the plot of the beach, and Goreinu has to stick to his side of the deal and let me copy his Nen ability.”
The man nodded, agreeing. “We can do it now, while Gon is busy and we’re waiting. Technically, you’ve held up your end—cleaning the initial field a bit and saving my life,” he added, recalling the moment when Harry had teleported the ball heading directly for his head out of danger.
