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HP: Sacred Gear Chat Group - Chapter 29
🕑 Added 2025-01-09 22:39:29 +0000 UTC‘Tense—’ Harry mused as he relaxed on his luxurious armchair while observing the lavish interior of this mansion. He had left Sirius with Menchi after helping teach him the Nen basics.
Who would have thought that Sirius was a transmuter? It didn’t fit Hisoka’s personality test completely.
Although he was a prankster or trickster who lied often for his pranks.
Harry strongly suspected that Sirius might have a Transmuter/Enhancer dual affinity, similar to Killua.
Personality-wise, it seemed like a perfect fit and would explain Sirius’s hotheaded nature.
Then again, Harry couldn’t help but remind himself that Hisoka’s personality test was more pseudoscience than actual fact—at least, according to him.
Still, from the perspective of an outsider, like someone reading a manga, it was surprisingly accurate.
He couldn’t wait to see what Nen ability Sirius would come up with once they met again. Hopefully he would recover and enjoy his freedom too.
As the door opened, Harry looked up to see a beautiful woman with sharp green eyes, her dark pink hair twisted into an upward braid, enter the room. ‘One left.’
The other occupants stared at her as she sat down in one of the empty chairs.
Already present is a brown-skinned guy with a red dot on his forehead and long, curly black hair. Harry would describe him as Indian if that country had existed here.
A short and stocky, balding woman with a rodent-like face, her front teeth being pronounced. One muscular guy wearing a black vest, with a hairy chest, his brown hair in a pompadour. He had thick eyebrows and a mustache with sideburns.
And lastly a guy of average height with orange hair and curly sideburns, his face reminding Harry a bit of a monkey.
Inside the room, the atmosphere was tense. None of the occupants were relaxed; Harry, on the other hand, was rather bored until finally the door opened again.
Harry’s eyes lit up as he saw Kurapika enter the room, whose eyes scanned the occupants as he moved into the room, his eyes stopping on Harry, who casually waved, “Yo!”
Kurapika approached him and sat down in a chair close to him. “What are you doing here?”
“Been out of range for a few months, until a few days ago. I called the doctor, after he had left quite a few messages on my voice box. Well, he updated me about what happened and invited me. So I choose to do a job close by.” Harry explained casually without giving any details to the ones overhearing their chat.
Kurapika clearly got his meaning as he nodded, before his attention had been gained by the butler of the mansion, who had led each of them inside. “Thank you for waiting. Let’s begin with the briefing.”
With a click on the button of his remote, the butler activated a screen, and the image of a well-built man with short dark hair appeared on the screen.
His most notable feature being the tattoos below his eyes reaching his cheeks.
He is attended by two female maids, as he began to speak, getting directly to the point, “We won’t ask for a license. All that matters to us is whether you can get what we want. There is one month left until the auction; each of you should bring one item from the list we hand out. And you are hired.”
“Here is the data card, sir.” The Butler handed each one of them the list.
Harry skimmed through the list; it seemed a bother to get them.
Maybe he would just transfigure something; if he used actual bones or tissue as material, it should be indistinguishable.
And properly performed transfigurations are permanent if they aren’t hit by an untransfiguration spell.
“You look pale. Getting queasy?” Asked the guy with the pompadour called Basho, as he noticed Kurapika, who found the Scarlet Eyes on the list. The Eyes of his People, “That’s only the legal stuff to own. It will get worse once we get properly hired. Like preserved corpses carrying deathly pathogens. My craziest client once wanted a newborn-”
“Shut up.” Kurapika said coldly, “Don’t talk to me.”
Basho turned around, shutting up.
“Once you are hired, you will be responsible for security and acquisition.” Said the guy on the screen pretending to be the boss.
Taking this as dismissal, the prospective bodyguards moved towards the exit. Basho, being the first, tried to open the door. “It’s locked.”
This was the moment the voice behind the screen said, “Oh, I forgot to mention something. The minimal requirement for this job is to be strong enough to leave this mansion alive.”
Exactly with these words, the door crashed open as Black figures rushed through the breach. They are armed with swords and guns.
As the rest of the potential bodyguard candidates jumped behind some cover, the beautiful lady called Baise, using the old butler as a human shield, Harry just stretched his hand out, and the blackish purple aura of Devour appeared as it sucked in all the bullets heading his way before it stretched out towards one of the Black Figures, swallowing it too.
Before his Devil Transformation, he had only been able to use it in a static shape right at the palm of his hands, but now he could freely move and expand it quite a bit.
‘Thanks for the new sample to analyze.’ Harry smirked as he watched Kurapika catch some Bullets with a Chain, ‘This Ability will improve my Emission and Manipulation Mastery.’
Kurapika, in the meantime, had jumped onto a lamp hanging from the ceiling and got a good look at the situation, realizing who was in control of it.
Jumping from his spot on the lamp, Kurapika had his knife at the throat of the monkey-faced guy called Shachmono Tocino.
“Stop them. You have three seconds. 3… 2…”
“Okay, okay. I’ll do it.” Tocino said as he held his hands up, releasing his nen, and the puppets he created dropped onto the ground.
The one inside of Harry’s Inventory remained unchanged, frozen in the same moment.
“So it was Nen…” Basho said, holding his fist up, “I could tell they were human-shaped masses of aura when I punched them. But I didn’t know they were his.”
Tocino looked at Kurapika, “How could you tell?”
“They didn’t attack you. Sure, you remained close to the others to hide it, but no strike went in your direction.” Harry replied instead.
“Exactly, from up there it was obvious.” Kurapika agreed.
Seeing that he was defeated, Tocino sat down on one of the seats. “Alright, you got me. I didn’t think you would be that fast. Well, you five should be able to escape easily.”
The six remaining candidates began to look at each other.
Kurapika instead chuckled, “Heh, you meant that to second guess each other. But that was the wrong call; I will determine whether there is a plant.”
Stretching his hand out, a chain began to dangle from it with a metal ball at its end. Moving from one person to another, Kurapika used dowsing to determine who the plant is, ending at the Indian-looking guy called Squala as the chain moved in front of him, “You are the plant!”
“What? Where is your proof? Your chain moved... so what?” Asked Squala while sweating.
Melody The small, rodent-faced woman interrupted him, “It’s called dowsing. And it’s probably right. Your heart played the melody of a liar the moment his chain was in front of you.”
Basho nodded, preparing his fists. “If two of us say it, it must be true.”
“Wait! Hang on! What if there are three plants? Squala pointed out, while slightly panicking, waving his hands in front of himself.
“All right, I’ll end this discussion!” Basho decided, as he opened his vest, pulling a paper, brush, and ink out of it, writing something down before holding it up,
“My hand makes a punch—and whatever I hit will burst in flames a bunch!”
That was his ability, the wandering haiku poet. Quite a powerful ability if he were a decent poet. The strength of the Nen Ability is related to the quality of the haiku.
He hit a chair, and a few moments later it burst into flames.
“This is called a haiku, a form of poetry in my native country.” Basho explained as he wrote another down before showing it, “If you are a liar, your painful death will be swift—in a trial by fire!”
“Now tell me the truth or...” He announced as he moved through the group, asking, “Are you the Infiltrator?”
Each time he got a no in response, he moved to the next person until he finally reached Squala. “For your own good, I recommend you tell the truth! Are you the Infiltrator?”
Squala was silent for a moment, staring at Basho, and he raised his hand, “Fine!Yes, I am! You got me!”
He relaxed and also sat down on one of the chairs as he said, “Good job. I am Squala and don’t own an official license. Too bad for you, I am a manipulator and have already given my orders.”
“What kind of orders?” Asked Baise, the beautiful woman, as she moved towards Squala.
“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a test. Torture won’t work on me.” Squala replied confidently, which Harry highly doubted was true. As far as he could remember, that guy was the softest amongst the bodyguards.
But he had no interest in testing it and making his hands dirty. After all, the situation would be solved any moment.
Baise tapped Squala on the shoulder, who turned around, only to be kissed by her.
That’s her ability, Instant Lover.
“I am also a manipulator.” She announced as she licked her lips while looking down at Squala, who was already kneeling on the floor looking up at her,
“Anyone I kiss becomes my slave. Well? Come on. Come on!”
She placed her boots onto Squala’s face, who was begging for more.
“Ahahahaha! What a hilarious ability. Harry laughed as he watched the show, in comparison to the others who looked at the scene disturbed if not in complete disgust, while he had a blast. “Good job! I have no interest in slaughtering the dogs.”
Then Baise pulled out a camera and began to film Squala as she kicked his face. A scene Harry couldn’t remember from the anime, but then he could vaguely remember it happened in the manga.
After Squala revealed that his ability was to control dogs, the others turned towards Harry, trying not to look at the sadistic Baise and Squala the Dog Tamer, who turned into a dog.
“You knew?”
“Huh, I guessed. He had dog hair all over himself, and there were a ton of dogs all around the mansion. Harry explained once again, lying but giving a sensible reason, “I guessed he was a plant before the test even started.”
All five of them left the mansion successfully.
