HHZ Chapter 49: Kills Even Himself When Ruthless X The Sharingan's Official Debut
'Sean?'
"It looks like Sarasa has told you a lot about me."
His name being exposed didn't surprise Sean in the slightest. He turned, glanced at Chrollo, and held up two fingers. "First, 'keep me waiting' doesn't apply. I never planned on meeting you."
"Second, the time is now 7:50 PM. You're early."
"I went to the clock tower," Chrollo said in a muffled voice. "I didn't see you there."
"And then?" Sean crossed his arms and sneered. "Just because you invite me, I have to show up, is that it?"
"Who exactly are you to me?"
Chrollo said nothing. His lowered eyelids twitched, and his knees bent.
With a "thud," he suddenly knelt in front of Sean, stating impassively, "I need power."
"Power to protect everyone."
"Machi told me that you and Ms. Renko both glow. That you are the legendary 'Nen users'."
"So I beg you, help me... to become someone like you."
"Good kid, decisive enough! How does he manage to beg someone without his expression changing?" In the back mountain hut, Maha scratched his ear. The arm of the "surveillance glasses" was making his ear hurt.
The old codger glanced at Chrollo, then at Netero. "Look at him. If you had kneeled and begged me back then, you wouldn't have had to take that beating, right?"
Netero: "..."
He couldn't be bothered to respond to the old man. His gaze locked onto Chrollo, and he, too, was slightly astonished by his decisiveness.
A young man's dignity was not to be trampled. It wasn't uncommon for them to impulsively draw their swords over their own pitiful pride. But this kid in the feed, as the old master said, was so decisive he could abandon his dignity.
Netero stroked his white beard and smiled. "If guided well, he might become something great in the future."
"Who?" Zigg looked over curiously.
Netero said casually, "The kid organizing the opera troupe. He kneeled as soon as he saw Sean."
"Hehe... really?" Zigg opened a drawer, pulled out another pair of "surveillance glasses," put them on, and focused.
Sean's face twitched. He was clearly shaken by Chrollo's opening move.
'Interesting.' The boy looked deeply at Chrollo, and smiled.
'In the original story, at Sarasa's funeral, Machi did notice the Nen glow on Renko. It's not surprising she would tell Chrollo.'
'The key is...' "Since you know Ms. Renko and I are both Nen users, why didn't you go beg her?"
Sean asked playfully, "Compared to me, Ms. Renko, who you're familiar with, is undoubtedly a more suitable choice for you, isn't she."
"I already begged her. She took Machi, but not me," Chrollo said calmly, showing no sense of defeat at the rejection.
"So, you kneeled to her, too?" Sean glanced at Chrollo's knees.
Chrollo answered truthfully, "I kneeled."
Sean: "..."
The three old men eavesdropping: "..."
They looked at each other, nonplussed.
'So the saying "a man's knees are precious" is just bullshit to you, kid.'
Sean stared at Chrollo, stunned, then burst out laughing. "As expected of you, Chrollo! You'll really do anything!"
Chrollo didn't seem to hear the mockery in Sean's tone. He nodded. "Yes. To gain the power to protect everyone, I will do anything."
"I believe you." The smile abruptly vanished. Sean narrowed his eyes at him. He still remembered that after Sarasa's death, this guy, in order to keep Uvogin, immediately made a three-year pact and left him with a line—
'To avenge Sarasa, he wouldn't mind killing many people!'
'It just shows what kind of paranoid extremist he is!'
"Then here's the problem." Sean slowly walked in front of Chrollo, squatted down, and looked him straight in the eyes. "What if, one day, I threaten you all... or what if I, as your guide, Chrollo, grant you power, but later stand in your way?"
"At that time, will you kill me for your so-called protection?"
Chrollo raised his head, met Sean's gaze, and said without hesitation, "I will."
"Whoosh—" A whirlwind swept past the wooden door. A figure flashed by, instantly seizing Chrollo by the neck and lifting him up!
Tsubone held Chrollo like a little chick, her voice dangerous. "Brat, you're looking for death!"
'This is it... this is exactly it... this is the power.' Chrollo's breathing quickened. A fanaticism welled up in his eyes, hidden beneath his eyelids. Even though he couldn't breathe and his head was spinning, it couldn't stop his desire.
"Put him down."
Sean stood up straight, waving his hand impassively.
Tsubone snorted coldly and loosened her large hand. Chrollo felt as if his throat, which had been on the verge of shattering, had been saved.
He slammed onto the ground with a "thud," landing on all fours, gasping heavily.
A stubborn duck dies hard, and he hadn't even died. As his breathing gradually stabilized, Chrollo looked up at Sean. "I was just telling the truth."
Sean placed his middle finger to his lips. "Shh"
He flicked it up, tilting Chrollo's chin. "Look into my eyes. What do you see?"
A streak of scarlet crept into his left eye. A tomoe spun, reflecting in Chrollo's pupils. The young Spider leader's mouth fell open, and he blurted out, "Sharingan?!"
His words shocked the eavesdropping audience.
"Son of a bitch! That brat played us!" Maha realized Sean's abnormality and instantly understood many things... like "instantly learning" 'Shadow Step', 'Snake Liveliness', and 'Water Divination'.
"So, that brat opened his Sharingan a long time ago and was just waiting for that fool Silva to rush over and deliver him skills!"
'Didn't you deliver 'Water Divination' yourself, Father?' Zigg glanced at Maha. He calmed down and said gravely, "Father, you're wrong about one thing."
"The Sharingan can only copy general taijutsu and ninjutsu. A preliminary Nen application technique like 'Water Divination' is not in that category."
"Hoho... even so, that's absurd enough." Netero squinted at Sean's left eye. "According to Sean's own descriptions, the Uchiha clan, who possess the Sharingan, look down on copying others' ninjutsu!"
"Because their own clan's jutsu are powerful enough. For example, Itachi's 'Amaterasu'... If I recall correctly, that black flame is no ordinary fire. It certainly can't be extinguished by water!"
"Not to mention the 'Tsukuyomi' that made even me shudder when I first saw it."
"Forcibly dragging someone into an illusionary space, where the time, place, and substance are all controlled by the caster... Heh. One can only imagine how hopeless it must be to be caught in that!"