I returned to my room at Heaven's Arena, the lights dim, energy soft. Lying on the bed, I stared at the ceiling, and had a realization: lucky-basterd, my Hatsu, wasn't ideal for constant combat. Five summons, strict cooldown, Nen shutting off for a full day if overused. In protracted fights, or if opponents adapted, defeat could mean Nen blackout. It nagged at me: my Hatsu's summoning power is versatile, adaptable, but not inexhaustible.
So I asked myself: When else could I use it? Where else could summoning an ideal item help?
That's when Battera clicked in my mind. The multi-billionaire known for collecting copies of Greed Island to awaken his comatose fiancée. A man driven by love, who spent vast wealth to keep hope alive. A man who believed, that the game held the key.
I packed light. Minimal gear, just necessities. I walked out of the arena into sunlight and neon city air, toward the nearest airport.
Wealth on another level. The mansion perched on a hill overlooking manicured lawns and helipads. Guards in fine suits, posture military‑like but refined. I showed my Hunter license. They scanned it carefully, then one nodded and escorted me inside.
No shouting. No extravagance. Quiet halls, art-lined walls, floral scents from hidden gardens. Then a pair of guards stood aside and opened double doors: I stepped into a spacious lounge. Seated at a crystal table, shrouded in elegance, was Battera.
Gray hair combed back.
Pale, composed features.
Wearing a tailored suit with a bow tie and a red rose pinned to his left lapel.
Calm, but his eyes carried grief and hope.
For those who know.
Battera is a deeply committed person, spending more than half of his fortune to ensure that the woman he loved would wake from her coma, which lasted at least 13 years. Throughout that time, he managed to hide his feelings for his fiancée from the press and the public, simply declaring that he wanted to obtain Greed Island cards for himself. He is an amenable man, who was willing to believe Gon and Killua were really Hunters even after they failed to show their license, and calmly explained his situation to them. When his fiancée died, he was distraught to the point of shutting himself away from others and canceling the reward he had offered, in the anime.
He rose gently.
"You're the Hunter who claims he can awaken my fiancée form her coma?"
I nodded, voice steady.
"Yes, sir. If lucky-basterd summons the right item, and fate answers heads, then perhaps."
He studied me, seconds stretched.
"Let me see…"
The guards led me down a hallway to a private chamber. Inside lay a woman on a lavish bed, surrounded by monitors, IVs, and an environment carefully kept at constant comfort. Her breathing was soft. Eyes closed. A peaceful stillness.
Battera hovered near, sorrow etched into his posture. I bowed at the foot of her bed.
Silently, I focused Nen, set the coin between fingers. First flip: tails. No item summoned, Nen drained by 3% as penalty. I kept my composure.
I reset the coin in hand. Second flip: heads. The ideal item appeared, or at least, a physical object materialized: a smelly rock, rough, small, emitting an odor like rotten eggs or sulfur.
I blinked. The rock sat in my palm. I hadn't expected that. I hadn't even thought what "ideal" would mean in this context. It absorbed 3% of my Nen to make the object, it only summon what the world deems "ideal," which remains abstract. I hesitated as i look at the rock.
Then I noticed Battera's face tense, some hope flickering. The room silent.
Without instruction, I moved. The rock felt warm. I placed it gently just beneath her nostrils as i hoped this worked, right above the lip, not invasive, just close enough to deliver its odor.
Time stretched.
Her fingers twitched.
She inhaled sharply; her eyelids fluttered.
Then, eyes opened wide. She sat up. Clutched at her nose. Looked around, confused, gasped for air.
Battera rushed beside her; she gazed into his face. A tear escaped his eye.
"Honey…"
She whispered something hoarse.
She was conscious.
The guards held their breath. The nearby doctors rushed forward, but I stood back, letting the moment unfold naturally.
As she fully regained awareness, sitting supported by bed pillows, I looked to Battera.
He drew breath, voice choking with gratitude:
"I-I don't know what miracle you wrought. I don't know what rock is that… but she's awake."
I nodded and gave him the rotten smelling rock and than asked:
"May I… collect your reward?"
Tears welled in his eyes. He reached into his jacket pocket, produced a platinum card:
"Fifty billion. In funds. No questions asked. And…"
He pressed a button under the table. One guard produced a small book labeled "Emergency Contact: Bob". He scribbled a private number.
"If any problem arises that no one else can solve… I will call you."
I bowed again. Unexpected heaviness coursed through me. I accepted the card, slipped it into my pocket. The guard quietly added my name and number to the old man's personal keeper, access granted only to select people. A profound connection forged.
That night, I returned to a modest inn. I closed the door and sat on the edge of the bed, heart pounding. I retrieved the phone log book.
I held in my hand my firstnetwork. Not all Hunter stories are about combat. Sometimes, Nen solves impossible riddles. I had found a use for lucky-basterd far beyond battlefield tactics. From that moment, I reframed lucky-basterd's role.
I feel like i can do some really broken stuff with my hatsu.
Author:every time bob flips a coin, i also flip a coin, to make things more intersting for everyone, me included.