My Grand Adventure Chapter 5 Best Moment (You can skip this, but if you read it and are interested in the novel, it's my own original available on my profile)
Before anyone could react, he grabbed Anitta by the neck, yanking her roughly toward him.
"Anitta!" Carolina shouted.
Yamato immediately grabbed his sword, muscles tightening to move but Dante was already gone.
He disappeared from the stage in an instant.
Fenn's eyes widened in disbelief. So fast!
In the blink of an eye, Dante appeared beside Domiré and Anitta. His hand came down in a blur
CRACK!
The sound of bone snapping filled the room. Domiré screamed in agony as his arm twisted unnaturally, completely shattered from Dante's single chop.
"AAAAH! MY ARM!"
"Domiré-sama!" Burly roared, charging forward.
He swung his metal baton with brutal strength, THWACK!
It struck Dante square on the side of the head. The sound of something shattering echoed through the bar as Dante's body was sent flying. He crashed into the wall, destroying part of it, the debris scattering as his body burst through and disappeared outside.
"DANTE!!"
Anitta and Carolina screamed in unison.
Yamato's sword was unsheathed before their voices even finished echoing. He lunged straight for Burly. Their weapons clashed
CLANG! Sparks flew.
Yamato's eyes were cold, his killing intent radiating. "I'll kill you," he growled, "for attacking my little brother."
Burly sneered. "Talk is cheap. Your brother's probably dead already, so what's the point of this useless scuffle?"
Yamato smiled faintly. "You think Dante's dead? …How funny."
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Back to the HxH Fan Fic
The heavy scent of grilled meat and wine filled the air as Vasco Melnar sat at the head of a long mahogany table, cutting into a thick piece of steak. The golden rings on his pudgy fingers clinked against the knife and fork every time he moved. A woman sat beside him, laughing softly at something he had said, while Gumdum stood silently behind him — tense, watchful, and still in uniform despite Vasco's earlier complaints.
"Relax a little, Gumdum," Vasco said with a smirk, not looking up from his plate. "You're making me lose my appetite. I told you already, that brat isn't worth the worry."
Gumdum didn't answer. His eyes stayed fixed on the doorway. Even if his boss wasn't taking the threat seriously, he couldn't do the same. Rogan's death had proven that much.
Just then, a sharp knock echoed across the dining hall.
Gumdum's hand went to the pistol at his side. "I'll check it," he said, already moving toward the door.
When he cracked it open, he blinked in surprise. "Five? You're back already?"
The man outside — tall, lean, and dressed in a black suit with a high collar — gave a curt nod. "Yes. I have what you asked for."
"You found something?" Gumdum asked, lowering his voice.
"I did."
"Come in," Gumdum said, stepping aside.
The two entered the hall. Vasco looked up from his plate, grinning as he wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Oh, Five! Didn't expect you so soon. So, how did it go?"
Five adjusted his gloves. "That's what I came to report."
"Well then," Vasco leaned back in his chair, gesturing with his fork, "let's hear it."
Five nodded once. "I went to Meteor City and gathered what I could. The kid who killed Rogan and threatened you is named Yuzuki."
The name caught Vasco's attention. "Yuzuki, huh. Go on."
Five continued, his tone even. "Over the past month, he's gained quite a reputation. The people there call him 'The Grim Reaper.'"
Both Vasco and Gumdum frowned.
"Grim Reaper?" Gumdum echoed.
"Yes," Five said. "According to my investigation, he's killed twenty-three people over the last month. His killing spree began right after Rogan's death."
Vasco's brow furrowed. "Twenty-three?" He gave a low chuckle. "He's certainly been busy."
Gumdum leaned forward slightly. "Were the people he killed Nen users?"
Five shook his head. "No. But they all shared one thing in common — they were what you'd call heinous individuals. Murderers, abusers, sadists. People who kill, steal, and hurt others simply for amusement. From what I've observed, this Yuzuki kid doesn't kill randomly. He targets scum. I even saw him let one of his targets go just to avoid collateral damage to bystanders."
Vasco scoffed, his laugh dry and mocking. "A good murderer? What a joke. I've heard everything now."
Gumdum crossed his arms, his expression hard. "And you're sure he's a kid? Not just someone small pretending to be one?"
"I'm sure," Five replied. "He's around ten, maybe eleven years old. And yes, he's a Nen user — though I couldn't figure out what his ability is. He didn't use it a single time while I was trailing him."
Gumdum frowned. "No idea what his Nen ability is… that's a problem. If he managed to kill Rogan, he can't be a simple opponent."
Vasco let out a booming laugh, shaking his head. "The ability of Nen — that's always the excuse, isn't it? Every fool thinks a little aura makes him invincible. A mere brat in his diapers thinks he can take on me and my entire organization? The arrogance this power gives people is laughable."
He picked up his glass and took a long sip of wine before setting it down again. "What about his appearance? That's what I'm more interested in."
Five nodded. "He's roughly 154 centimeters tall. White hair. Wears a black cloth that covers both his forehead and his eyes. I've never seen him take it off. Despite that, he moves naturally — as if he can see perfectly well. It could be part of his ability."
Vasco's grin faded slightly. "Hmm… white hair, blindfolded, and a killer. He's already building himself a reputation. Fine. Gumdum, post his information and offer a bounty."
"How much, sir?"
"Fifteen million," Vasco said after a pause. "He killed Rogan, after all. I'll give him that much respect."
"Yes, sir," Gumdum replied, bowing slightly. He turned to leave, but Five's voice stopped him.
"Oh, one more thing," Five said, glancing between them. "During my stay, I came across an interesting detail by chance. This Yuzuki… he's connected to the Phantom Troupe's newest recruit — Shizuku."
The air in the room went still.
Vasco raised an eyebrow. "The Phantom Troupe, huh?"
"Yes," Five said calmly. "The people in Meteor City speak of them often. It seems Yuzuki and Shizuku were close before she left the city with Chrollo's group."
Vasco leaned back again, a small, dismissive smile spreading across his face. "The Phantom Troupe… Just a minor inconvenience."
Gumdum glanced at him uncertainly. "Boss, if they're involved—"
"I said minor," Vasco interrupted sharply. "I'm under the Ten Dons, Gumdum. The Phantom Troupe doesn't scare me."
Five simply nodded, his expression unreadable.
Vasco raised his glass again, swirling the wine lazily. "So be it, then. Let the brat come if he wants. If he really thinks he can challenge me, he's welcome to try."
The woman beside him laughed softly, unaware of the tension in the room.
Vasco smiled at her, but his eyes were cold. "To ambition," he said, raising the glass. "Even the suicidal kind."
Five and Gumdum exchanged a glance but said nothing.
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Somewhere in Meteor City
Yuzuki had his foot pressed firmly on the face of a man whose body was twisted and broken. Both arms and legs were gone, torn off in a brutal display of violence. The man gurgled blood as he tried to speak, his remaining eye wide with horror.
"You… monster… what are you… why are you—"
Before he could finish, Yuzuki stomped down hard on his skull, cutting him off mid-sentence.
"Shut up, scum."
The man twitched once, then went still. Blood pooled beneath Yuzuki's shoe, spreading slowly across the dusty floor.
He exhaled, straightening his suit jacket — a maroon ensemble with a black shirt and white tie, paired with black gloves and shoes (Look up Sanji's Wano suit for reference). The upper half of his face remained concealed behind a dark cloth, his expression unreadable beneath it.
If you are wondering where and why Yuzuki was looking like the cleanest dude in the world in Meteor City. Well the story goes back to when Old Fin was still alive.
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Flashback.
The scene faded to a quiet afternoon at a small street-side food stand. Old Fin and Yuzuki sat across from each other, their plates steaming with noodles and grilled meat.
Fin slurped noisily, then set his chopsticks down and leaned back with a sigh.
"Yuzuki, there's something important I have to tell you."
Yuzuki looked up mid-bite. "What is it, Old Fin?"
Fin smiled, though his eyes looked distant. "I'm old. There might come a time soon when I leave this world."
Yuzuki frowned immediately. "Why are you saying something so gloomy all of a sudden? You still have a good hundred years left in you, right?"
Old Fin laughed, his chest shaking. "Haha! Maybe so. But just in case… there's something you need to know."
Yuzuki crossed his arms, half-listening but curious. "Alright then. I'm listening."
Fin leaned closer and lowered his voice. "There's a place — an old section of Meteor City, near the scrapyard with the burnt-out bus. I've hidden something there. If I die before I get the chance to show you, go there and take it. It's yours."
Yuzuki blinked. "Hidden something?"
Fin nodded, a sly grin on his face. "Don't ask what. Just remember, alright?"
Yuzuki shrugged. "Alright, fine. But don't go dying before you show me yourself."
Fin smiled warmly. "Good boy," he said, returning to his meal.
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What Fin had hidden turned out to be a stash — seventy-five million worth.
After the old man's death, Yuzuki had gone to the spot Fin described and found a rusted metal case buried under scrap and dirt. Inside were stacks of money wrapped in plastic. Yuzuki didn't hesitate. He took it straight to the Elder he often visited.
The Elder, always wearing that knowing smile, accepted the money and helped him open an account through "special means." Of course, it came at a price.
"You'll have to pay two million for my trouble," the Elder had said, grinning slyly.
Yuzuki had sighed but didn't argue. He knew he was being extorted — but it didn't matter.
With the rest of the money, he placed a custom order through the Elder's connections. Imported suits, shoes, gloves — the full package. A clean, sharp look that turned heads in Meteor City. And from then on, the once ragged boy in patched clothes began walking the streets like a young noble.
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Back in the present Yuzuki sighs
"I can only do so much in Meteor City," he mutters to himself. "It seems I might have to leave now… if I want to make a bigger impact."
With that, he pressed his heel down one last time, crushing the man's skull completely before walking away.
Yuzuki brushed some dust off his jacket and looked up at the distant skyline of Meteor City. "It might be time to visit the Elder," he thought. "He did promise me that ID."
He turned and began walking, the sound of his polished shoes echoing faintly against the cracked pavement.
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Meanwhile… inside the Elder's office.
The air was calm, the faint smell of incense hanging in the room. Elder Hiroshi sat at his desk, a wide, polite smile on his face as he poured tea into a delicate cup.
Across from him stood an elderly man with silver hair tied back neatly, a calm yet dangerous aura surrounding him.
"Zeno Zoldyck," the Elder said warmly, "what a pleasure to have you here. It's not every day a prominent member of the Zoldyck family visits Meteor City."
Zeno nodded lightly, his voice calm and sharp. "You know why I'm here. I'm looking for new butlers."
The Elder chuckled softly. "Of course, of course. And have I got some for you…"
He slid open a drawer and took out a neatly stacked file, setting it gently on the desk.
"Please," the Elder said with that same knowing smile, "take your pick."