A little after Loki passed out, a figure came from a distance.
The person was wearing a small type of protective clothing and looked quite petite.
"A person?" they said to themselves.
At a glance, the figure had spotted a boy who had passed out in the trash mountain. The clothes he was wearing were bloody, but if one was to look closely, he wasn't too injured.
The boy had silver hair and was wearing a dirty, broken mask with a weird smile.
She tilted her head a bit before going to see if he had anything of use on him.
While searching, she looked down at the visible part of his immature and handsome face and paused for a few seconds.
Initially, her purpose was only for the supplies that might be on him, but she quickly made a new decision.
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"Ughh…." Loki groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. Thinking for a second, his eyes suddenly became sharp as he looked around quickly.
He quickly scanned the area with his eyes narrowing at his new location. He slowly sat up, combing through his recent memories as he looked around at the surrounding environment, trying to locate his weapons and supplies.
At this moment, he was in a very tattered wooden bed. Although the environment resembled a house, it had only four walls and a barely functional door.
Inside was only a dilapidated oil lamp, a hammock, an old table, and a chair.
The only redeeming quality was that the entire little house was reasonably tidy, so it did not look horrible.
This indicated that the owner is still attentive to the house.
Loki paid attention to this while trying to find any detail he could that could tell him more.
Looking down at himself, he saw that his clothes had been cleaned. Touching his face, however, made him realize he was still wearing the mask he found, which comforted him a bit.
Thinking of the fight that happened made him extremely frustrated. He needed to test his Nen affinity and start to make his own Hatsu.
Thinking of this, he was somewhat disgusted with himself. He became too arrogant with his abilities, thinking he would be fine without one.
Suddenly, there was a tiny squeak.
The old wooden door of this tiny house made a harsh creak as it was opened.
Loki turned his head to see a girl with pink hair and golden eyes walk through the door.
"You're awake?" she asked flatly, without any expression on her face.
Loki quickly analyzed her for a moment while sitting up.
"Why yes, my lady! It would seem I am." Loki responded, with an air of grandeur and a smirk you could see in his eyes.
Loki made it a point to always speak politely and formally. It helped to mask his true thoughts and gauge the other party.
He looked up and down at the girl, and it seemed she had rescued him.
The girl in front of him was petite, only about eleven or twelve years old, and had beautiful short pink and purple hair.
The color of her eyes was a rare golden color similar to his own. They were a much warmer shade of gold compared to his cold, catlike yellow.
She wore some small protective clothing with black pants.
"Why does she look so familiar..?" Loki thought to himself.
As he looked at her, the familiarity in his heart became more and more prominent. Gradually, there was a figure in his that slowly overlapped with her.
Thinking of his location, his guess became more and more sure.
"Did you bring me here, my dear?" Loki said slowly.
"Mhm... I found you passed out in a trash pile on top of some supplies," she said.
Loki's eyes gleamed with a calculating light, deciding to test his thoughts.
"Why, thank you for the help then, my lady! I must say I you save me from quite the sticky situation... Oh, but look at me getting ahead of myself… I must apologize for my rudeness my dear. My name is Loki, and you are..?" Loki asked.
As he looked at the girl in front of him, he was getting more and more sure of his guess as he looked at her.
"Machi." the girl with pink and purple hair replied calmly.
"Ah… Machi. What a beautiful name for someone as beautiful as yourself..." Loki replied with a smile in his eyes.
"It turns out it was really her.. I didn't expect that, after all this time, I would finally meet one of the characters of the Hunter X Hunter world," he thought to himself.
This is Machi, one of the future members of the Phantom Troupe. This is a world-famous theft gang that has committed many murderous crimes all over the world and is far from being harmless.
"While I'm forever grateful for your kind act my dear, I must ask you. Why did you bring me back and not just take the supplies, dear Miss Machi..?" he asked curiously.
Machi's expression remained unchanged, and she said, "Intuition."
"Intuition, huh..?" Loki spoke to himself in a low voice.
Hearing her words, Loki also understood a bit.
The manga and anime show that Machi's sixth sense is very strong and accurate.
Typically, whenever her instincts told her something, there was nothing wrong with it.
This was a Hatsu-like ability.
"Anything else?" Machi asked as she looked at Loki.
"If not, I will go to bed first."
Hearing this, Loki was slightly stunned before seeing that it was dark out.
"Well then, I wouldn't want to take too much of your time, Miss Machi. I know you girls need your beauty sleep, haha…" Loki said with a chuckle.
Machi looked at him with a dead stare before heading to the hammock to sleep.
Loki stopped looking and lay back down to rest, and as he lay, he quickly began to think.
"Looking at Machi's current appearance, she should only be about eleven or twelve years old. I remember that when the Phantom Troupe was gathered in York New City in the original, she was twenty-four years old." he thought.
"Following this line of thought, it should be about twelve or thirteen years before the plot started. I don't know if the Phantom Troupe is established yet, but looking at her by herself, I don't think they should have... Right?"
"Wait, is Sarasa still alive? That was the whole reason the Troupe was formed to start with…"
Loki thought as he closed his eyes.
Soon, however, he realized this would all have to wait. It would be impossible to find out with his current information.
As for Sarasa and the future Phantom Troupe, leave it for tomorrow.
One thing he could confirm, however, was that the current Machi did not seem malicious to him.
If she had been, he would have killed her, regardless of her being a future member of the Phantom Troupe.
As he mulled over some thoughts, he slowly drifted to sleep with a piece of coarse linen on top of him.