Like his eldest brother, Illumi, and his mother, Kikyo, Kalluto Zoldyck was a loyal fan of Killua.
He cared deeply for this third brother and also harbored jealousy toward his fourth brother.
As for that fourth brother who was one year older than himself…
At present, within the entire Zoldyck Family, he had already been listed as taboo.
Everyone else completely avoided mentioning that fourth brother's existence.
Even Killua, under the influence of Illumi, had his memories of that monster suppressed.
That being could no longer be considered one of their Zoldyck Family members, no longer worthy of being regarded with the perspective used for humans…
The Kukuroo Mountain, where the Zoldyck Family resided, gradually settled into quiet stability.
But over at the Heavens Arena, which was also located within the borders of the Republic of Padokea.
Things were not so peaceful... Bang!!
From a secluded small room near Heavens Arena, a dull thud rang out.
Then the movement inside quickly vanished without a trace.
"Another one here to throw his life away."
Inside the room, Machi clapped her hands, her gaze indifferent and calm, and with practiced familiarity, handled the corpse that had fallen to the ground.
Another group that thought she looked young and easy to bully.
As always, a bunch of ill-intentioned people kept coming to her one after another.
On one hand, they wanted to rob her of money; on the other, naturally, they wanted to rob her of her body.
Of course, money was the primary objective.
After returning to Heavens Arena, Machi quickly resumed her old line of work, and almost without any break, she attracted a large number of customers.
There was no way around it, inside Heavens Arena, the most common thing was injured people, especially those missing arms or legs.
Some other, more severe injuries could not be treated by ordinary external surgical methods.
All of these required relying on Machi's almost miraculous stitching techniques to help them return to normal.
As for this, Machi accepted all comers, as long as they could afford to pay, she was very willing to take the job.
And her prices were indeed far from low.
Basically, the starting price was already in the tens of millions, especially for those requiring limb reattachment.
On top of the basic stitching fee, the price would be multiplied several times over.
Moreover, Machi's treatment style emphasized efficiency.
Even patients who had lost an arm, once delivered to her, often before they had even finished screaming twice, Machi had already swiftly healed their arm.
So much so that, before they could fully react, the treatment was already complete.
"All right, pay up."
Then came the scene of Machi extending her hand to ask for money.
The treated customers: "..."
It was really healed that easily…
They looked at their arms in disbelief, moved them around a bit, and discovered there was absolutely no problem…
Just like before, as if nothing had changed at all, as if they had never been injured!!
So responsive, flesh and blood seamlessly connected!!
And so…
"Since it's already healed..."
After realizing this, they first felt immense joy, and then the look in their eyes as they gazed at Machi became subtle: "Then, I really must thank you so much, doctor!!"
After saying this, they wore playful expressions on their faces, with not the slightest movement or intention to take out money.
Biting the hand that feeds you, these fools with no sense of propriety loved to do exactly this kind of thing.
They even intended to repay kindness with hostility, planning to rob Machi's place.
And thus came Machi's comment.
"They really are a bunch of people who don't know when they are walking toward their own death."
Machi reflected on her own actions: "Looks like next time, I'll have to collect the money first, then treat them."
"That way, I won't have to personally turn them inside out afterward..."
After turning all the money in the other party's hands into her own, Machi began pondering new modes of operation without the slightest psychological burden.
As for deliberately slowing down the stitching speed, that's impossible…
After all, to Machi, time is money.
The more efficiently and quickly she could complete one job, the faster she could move on to the next.
If she dragged things out too long, that would delay the income by tens of millions of Jenny.
In Heavens Arena, the one thing that was never lacking was patients, especially wealthy patients.
In particular, these patients had all fought their way to above the 200th floor, full of ambition as they went to challenge the Nen users there.
And then they suffered a baptism.
Those with good luck survived, but were left with disabilities and needed to seek Machi for treatment.
Such people, having just reached the 200th floor, would have at least hundreds of millions of Jenny on them.
And these people were also Machi's largest source of business…
"All right, next."
After dealing with this one fool who didn't know better, Machi called out to the outside again.
Efficiency was her main principle.
However, the next one who came in...
No, he could no longer be called a customer.
"Heh heh heh, am I honored to become the next guest?"
A seductive and sexy voice came from outside the door.
Immediately after, a tall figure entered Machi's field of vision.
Machi: "..."
Machi calmly sized up the person who had entered. "There's nothing that needs treatment."
As she spoke, the muscles throughout her body subtly tensed.
The man who entered, his face painted with teardrop and star motifs, his hair standing wildly upright, was completely different from those previous fools courting death.
The bizarre smile at the corner of his mouth, the momentum he carried, and the terrifying, powerful strength hidden beneath his body… all of it caused Machi's mind to be pulled to the highest level of alert at the very first moment.
"I had long heard that there are extremely miraculous and formidable doctors here, capable of performing perfect stitching treatments..."
That tall man with a well-built, muscular physique, a slim waist, long legs, and striking hair stared fixedly at Machi.
"It seems the legends here are indeed very real."
As he said this, the corner of his mouth stretched out as he licked his lips with a bright crimson tongue.