"..."
Oboro.
His 'Zetsu' is not perfect or mature. Theory and practice are two different things. As long as there is a trace of aura leaking... Hisoka can detect it.
It shows that the latter's vigilance is also very terrible.
"How was it? Are you satisfied with my performance?"
Hisoka looked at Oboro.
Bang!
However, what responded to him was the sound of Oboro slamming the door shut.
Finally, the performance show held at the Glam Gas Land Hotel, a venue that can accommodate 100,000 people, began.
The circus led by Moritonio stepped onto the stage they had been dreaming of.
"This performance is the largest event in the entire Glam Gas Land!"
"Success here means that you will leap to become world-class top artists..."
"This is also the stage that everyone engaged in performance dreams of stepping on."
When the troupe members were waiting in the wings, a manager found them and said in a proud tone and expression.
"Today's performance will be held in front of the highest authority in Glam Gas Land, the head of the Glam family..."
"His applause is the best praise for you, equivalent to being praised by the whole world."
The Glam family?
Hearing this name, Oboro's heart moved.
The Mafia forces in Yorbian Continent are extremely rampant, and it is also the main operating area of the Ten Old Men's industry, not far from Yorknew City. Judging from the fact that this city is named after Glam Gas Land, combined with the background... it is difficult for him not to associate that the head of the Glam family is probably also the boss of the underground forces.
"Everyone, do your best."
Seeing the manager leave, the leader Moritonio smiled at the nervous members.
Whether they can 'become famous in one battle' depends on today!
Then, with the music and the opening of the curtain, the performance began.
The members took the stage one by one as they had rehearsed at the beginning.
The venue was packed... with a clamor of voices.
In terms of performing arts alone, the Moritonio Circus still has some skills, otherwise it would not have been able to make a name for itself... With the end of each program, the audience did not hesitate to give their applause, and the atmosphere was hot.
And when the leader Moritonio once again broke free from gravity, stepping in the air, showing his signature skill 'Sky Swimming', that elegant and unrestrained figure completely made people boil...
Worthy of his reputation as an artist.
The performance was undoubtedly very successful.
There were no mishaps...
Returning backstage, everyone had a happy smile on their faces. Presumably... it wouldn't be long before their value would skyrocket, and they would at least become popular celebrities in Glam Gas Land.
As for the leader, he was taken away by the manager, saying that he was going to meet the boss of the Glam family...
...
In the evening, everyone gathered together to celebrate.
"You guys are so great!"
"Let's drink to our heart's content today, we won't go home until we're drunk!"
"Abaki, you're a girl, so just drink juice!"
The girl looked around and didn't find Hisoka and Oboro, and the leader, who had already returned, was also gone...
"Where are those two?"
Abaki asked.
"Tch! What do we care about those two kids!"
The fat man Borizoi snorted coldly.
"I'll go find them."
Abaki wanted to get up.
"Find what, sit down quickly! I'm not saying you, Abaki, stay away from Hisoka and Oboro! Especially that Hisoka, Oboro has changed since he followed him, he's not as honest as he was at the beginning!"
"Uh..."
One person reached out and stopped the girl, dissuading her.
...
Inside the 100,000-person performance venue.
Moritonio sat on the hotel steps, watching the audience seats that had long been empty.
At this moment, a sound of footsteps came from behind.
"Yo."
A familiar way of greeting made the old man raise a smile: "Is that Hisoka... and Oboro..."
He didn't turn around.
The people who came were the two young boys, in Moritonio's opinion, with amazing talent.
"There were so many people here making noise during the day, but now... it's unusually quiet here again... It always gives people a feeling of unreality."
Moritonio sighed.
"After everything is over, it is inevitable to feel deserted... There is a strong sense of loss."
"It's like magic... On stage, we cast magic on ourselves, we are glamorous... When everything fades away, we are no different from these audiences, just ordinary... mortals."
"Just like magic itself, after all, it is not real... Perhaps, this mood is the emptiness that every magician cannot escape..."
For no reason, the old man made a few remarks.
"The performance was a great success, so I quietly thought about the future development direction of the troupe here..."
"Hisoka... I want to give you a more important job, don't you think... this is a good opportunity for us to understand each other?"
Moritonio seemed to have a premonition and said to himself.
First of all, the troupe members have always discussed the matter of Hisoka's origin.
Secondly, Hisoka and Oboro found him alone at this time that should be celebrating... The purpose is intriguing.
"It's you, right? The serial killer..."
However, Hisoka suddenly turned his head and smiled at him.
"..."
The leader was silent for a moment, and then smiled: "Terrible kid."
"Come on, let's talk openly and honestly, and Oboro..."
"Of course, I will also tell you everything about myself."
Moritonio stood up.
"Sorry, I don't really like talking about the past."
Hisoka casually flipped through the playing cards.
"I'm not interested in other people's affairs either."
Oboro, with his hands in his pockets, said lightly.
"Oh... By the way, how is your left eye? How do you feel... I'm very worried..." Suddenly, Hisoka's hand stopped moving, and he showed the leader a teasing smile, calling out in a morbid tone: "John Doe?"
Moritonio subconsciously covered the left half of his face, his expression tense.
"Don't be nervous, if the movement is too big... be careful, that fake face... will fall off~~"
Hisoka reminded.
"That day, you really wanted to kill Abaki, right?"
"Could it be that you have also become murderous towards me and Oboro?"
"Are the two of us too dazzling, piercing your sensitive, fragile, and inferior soul?"
Hisoka spoke unscrupulously, each sentence like a sharp knife, mercilessly inserted into Moritonio's heart.
"I actually showed my true colors in just a few words, am I getting senile..." The old man laughed self-deprecatingly, and no longer pretended. He tore off a pasted skin from his face, revealing an eyebrow with scars, looked at Hisoka, and then looked at Oboro: "You two... are really dangerous enough."
Sure enough, he pasted something...
Seeing him remove a layer of 'thin' from his face, the corners of Hisoka's mouth became more obvious.
In fact, he had guessed Moritonio's identity a long time ago. From the time Abaki said that the cities the circus had visited had wanted posters of the serial killer... He was also sure that Oboro had seen it long ago.
"I have liked seeing people's surprised expressions since a long time ago..."
"In the past, I often performed magic for my family."
"But gradually... ordinary performance methods and audience feedback can no longer satisfy me."
"Finally, one day, in pursuit of the ultimate 'expression feedback', I killed my younger sister... That kind of painful struggle in her facial features and eyes seemed more meaningful than surprise."
"I wanted to become a Hunter or a traveling entertainer in order to sublimate and transform my performance style... to pursue a new method. But... as time passed, I found that after each performance, I felt very empty. This emotion was difficult to soothe, only after killing someone and seeing the face they made before they died could I be calmed..."
Oboro, seeing Moritonio tell his past, was expressionless and silently retreated.
He knew what would happen next...
He left the venue to the two of them.
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