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Chapter 60: Ten Meters New

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Chapter 60: Ten Meters

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'Dam—'

His attacker gave him no time to finish.

Something slammed into Tonpa's back, doubling him over and sending him flying several meters. He glimpsed the ground rushing toward him and tried to shield his face with his arm before landing on his shoulder and tumbling through the leaves. A tree trunk stopped him with an impact that forced the last of the air from his lungs.

The trees settled before his eyes.

His chest still refused to cooperate.

He opened his mouth and tried to inhale again. His fingers scraped across the dirt, searching for somewhere to brace himself, but pain surged between his shoulder blades when he tried to rise, forcing him to stay down.

A faint groan escaped his throat. A shallow breath followed, then a cough that shook his injured side.

He closed his eyes for a moment.

A shoe scraped against the ground behind him, and he opened them at once. His palm remained pressed into the dirt. His body still would not obey.

'Damn you.'

He lifted his head, pushed against the ground, and drew one knee beneath him. He had no idea how long it took him to stand. His arm nearly gave out, and his side protested violently as he forced his legs to support him.

He turned.

He saw the shoe first.

His gaze traveled up a thick leg to a heavy body, broad shoulders, and a bald head. The man stood a few steps away, one foot drawn back in preparation for another kick.

Tonpa glanced at the trunk he had struck, then back at the man.

'This guy...'

His stomach tightened. The face was familiar from the airship, but it was not among the original survivors he remembered. Probably one of the four extras.

'Don't tell me the first person to benefit from my interference decided to repay me by breaking my back.'

The man's eyes narrowed as he studied Tonpa's face. Then his eyebrows rose.

"Tonpa?"

He did not answer. He was still trying to draw a full breath.

One corner of the man's mouth lifted.

"I was looking for you... I didn't expect you to come to me yourself."

Tonpa felt as though the air he had just recovered was no longer enough.

'Of course. Out of all the trees on this island, I chose to land in front of my hunter. Damn my luck.'

Even so, a short breath escaped him as he studied the man's face again.

It was not Hisoka.

Nor was it Illumi.

Ever since the draw, the possibility that one of those two had drawn his number had been enough to dry his throat whenever the forest stayed quiet for too long. Now, at least, his hunter had a face he could look at without immediately thinking about his will.

'Fine. It's neither of those two. I still have a chance.'

Pain throbbed in his back, making him flinch despite himself.

'A chance to take a second kick if I keep standing here.'

The man's smile vanished, and he raised his fists. Tonpa did the same, a tremor running through his forearm. He was still panting from his fight with the owner of Badge 303 and the kick that had followed, while his hunter looked completely unharmed.

The bushes to his right stirred.

Tonpa's gaze snapped toward the sound, and his eyes widened before he could hide his reaction.

'Don't tell me there's another one.'

A thin man dressed in white emerged from the branches. His eyes fell on the body lying near the water, and he stopped.

"Barco!"

Tonpa glanced at the unconscious man.

'Barco. So that's his name.'

The thin man hurried over and bent down to check on him. The broad-shouldered man remained in front of Tonpa, looking at his fallen companion before turning his eyes back to him.

"You're the one who took him down?"

Tonpa swallowed, watching the narrow gap to the man's left.

"If I say no, will you believe me?"

"No."

"Then yes."

The thin man clenched his jaw and searched Barco's jacket pockets with frantic haste before rising.

"And you took his Badge too, you bastard!"

Tonpa wiped the dirt from his mouth.

"We're in the Fourth Phase. I thought that part was clear."

The thin man turned to his companion.

"Barter, cut him off!"

The broad-shouldered man, apparently named Barter, moved to block the route toward the stream while the thin man approached from the other side.

'It was clear to them, all right. That's why they want to take it from me along with the rest of my teeth.'

Tonpa's amusement vanished. He tightened his fists.

"Two against an injured man?"

The thin man answered coldly.

"You said it yourself. We're in the Fourth Phase."

'I shouldn't have explained the rules.'

Barter lunged. Tonpa saw his shoulder move and tried to block the punch, but his forearm came up too late. The blow slid over it and struck his jaw. His vision flashed, and before he could steady his feet, the thin man came in from the side and kicked him behind the knee.

'This is bad.'

He dropped to one knee. Before he could fall, he shoved the thin man with his shoulder, then swung a fist at Barter to force him back. The punch missed, but it bought him half a step of space.

Thirty exams, and all Tonpa's memories could offer him were a late block and a shove using his weight. He found nothing in them that could save him from two men attacking together.

'Damn it. If they close in again, they'll put me down right here.'

He feinted a charge at the thin man. The man raised his arms, but Tonpa planted his foot and veered toward the gap between Barter and a tree. Barter reached out, his fingers sliding over Tonpa's jacket without catching it.

Tonpa sprinted between the trees.

He tried to lengthen his stride, but the leg that had taken the kick faltered at the first root. He had to shorten his steps to keep from falling.

He made it only ten meters.

He passed between two trees and had barely regained his rhythm when a chime cut through the sound of his breathing.

Ding!

A red window formed before him.

[Warning.]

[The Host is in danger.]

'Dam—'

He ducked and twisted, but he did not move far enough.

A stone struck the back of his shoulder.

The curse burst from his mouth with the pain. He lost his balance, his foot sliding over the leaves, but caught a tree trunk and pushed away before he could fall.

'Even stones?! Aren't your filthy hands enough?'

Rapid footsteps sounded behind him, followed by Barter's voice.

"Damn it! I nearly hit his head!"

Tonpa glanced over his shoulder. The man was running after him, the smile gone from his face.

'That bastard... If he'd hit my head...'

He turned his eyes back to the path and clenched his teeth.

"Cowards!" he shouted. "Two men and stones? Bring some clubs too!"

'Excellent. Suggest more weapons. There are still places on your body they haven't hit.'

He cleared a root in his path and pushed forward into a long stride. Pain stabbed beneath his ribs halfway through it, breaking his rhythm, and he heard the thin man closing the distance behind him.

"How can he run with that belly?!"

Tonpa shot him a furious look, but dared not keep his eyes off the ground for long. By the time he focused on the path again, the footsteps had moved from behind him to his side.

'Not again.'

The thin man thrust his leg across Tonpa's path. Tonpa barely jumped over it, but the movement slowed him. Barter caught up, driving a fist into his ribs.

The air left Tonpa's lungs. He veered toward a tree and pushed off its trunk to keep running, but the thin man cut off the next gap.

He had to retreat. His back touched a trunk, and Barter's fist rose before his face.

'At this rate, I'm finished.'

Tonpa gritted his teeth and fixed his eyes on the man's face.

"Is that your mother?!"

The fist stopped.

Barter's eyes widened, and his mouth fell open. His head turned involuntarily over his shoulder, his eyes searching the trees behind him.

"What...?"

The thin man stared at him.

"Why did you turn around?"

"I don't know!"

Tonpa darted past them, but the thin man caught up before he could get far.

"What did you do to him?"

He reached for Tonpa's shoulder. Tonpa turned toward him before his fingers could close on the jacket and shouted again.

"Is that your mother?!"

The thin man's lips parted, and his head turned backward. He clenched his jaw, but the movement carried through, his hand veering away from Tonpa's shoulder.

When he turned back, his face was red.

"Damn it! How are you making me do that?"

"Is this some kind of trick?" Barter shouted.

Tonpa did not answer. He was busy using the few seconds he had bought to avoid taking another blow.

He tried to run straight ahead, but the thin man began closing in from the side again, forcing him to veer around a thick trunk. He glimpsed water between the trees, and his stomach tightened.

He was still close to the stream.

All this running, and they were driving him from one narrow passage to another without letting him get away.

A third voice came from behind.

"Barter! Kot! Don't let him escape!"

Tonpa stole a glance back. Barco had regained consciousness and was coming after them on unsteady legs, one hand pressed to his swollen jaw.

"He attacked me from behind and stole my Badge!"

'Damn it... The idiot woke up.'

The thin man, whom Tonpa now knew as Kot, called to him.

"Did he use that trick on you?"

"Yes! He looks at you, shouts that question, and then something forces you to turn around."

"How?"

"If I knew, he wouldn't have hit me!"

Barco did not keep running behind the other two. Tonpa saw him veer between two trees to the left, cutting across the route he was trying to reach. Kot approached from the right, while Barter stayed behind him.

'Damn it. Weren't two enough?'

Tonpa slowed before entering the gap. Barco was closer than he would have liked, and turning the other way would put him in front of Kot.

Barco reached toward him.

Tonpa turned to face him and opened his mouth.

The man's eyes widened.

"Not again!"

"Is that your mother?!"

"You bastard—"

Barco's head turned involuntarily over his shoulder. The muscles in his neck tensed as his eyes searched the space behind him.

Tonpa slipped past his outstretched hand.

Barter shouted:

"Ignore what he's saying!"

"That doesn't work!"

"Then what do we do?!" Kot shouted.

Tonpa did not wait for them to agree. He charged through the opening Barco had left, but the man resumed the chase while Kot hurried to cut him off from the side.

Tonpa kept running. His throat burned with every breath, and his legs grew heavy. The question forced whoever he directed it at to turn around, but that left two others free to close in.

He looked at Barter behind him, then at Kot among the trees. He could no longer keep track of one without losing sight of the other.

He covered another ten meters before the distance began shrinking again.

'Damn it. My throat's drying out from all these questions.'

He tried to swallow as he watched Barco change direction to reach him before Kot. Barter charged after them, anger driving each man to try to get to him first.

Tonpa's gaze caught on the gaps between them.

His eyebrows lifted slightly.

An idea came to him.

It was dangerous, and it depended on all three men being equally stupid at the right moment.

'Either this works... or they'll beat me until I really do need my mother.'



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Yeah, see, fuck punching people. If he had the next speed rank, those goons couldn't even eat his dust.

As it stands now, I see no exit for him outside of deus ex machina BS where he gets saved.
 
Chapter 61: A Friend in Need New

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Tonpa's idea did not wait to become a good one.

It did not have that luxury.

He darted between two closely spaced trunks, scraping his shoulder against one as he ducked beneath a low branch. Behind him, he heard Barco curse, followed by Kot's footsteps quickening to his left.

The thin man appeared between the trees, trying to cut him off.

Tonpa changed direction at once, but Barter came from the other side. His fist struck Tonpa's shoulder as he tried to slip past, knocking him half a step off balance. Pain flared through his arm, but he stayed on his feet and moved before the two men could close in.

Whenever he gained a few meters on his pursuers, one of them appeared ahead of him, or a blow cost him the distance he had gained.

'If this keeps up, I won't need a plan. They'll pick me up off the ground and divide the pieces among themselves.'

He drew a ragged breath, then shouted as he ran.

"I suggest you stop! Hisoka is my friend, and if he finds out you're doing this, he'll kill you!"

For a moment, there was silence behind him.

Then Kot burst out laughing.

"Hisoka? Your friend?"

Barter spoke.

"Even your face says you're lying."

He was right, but Tonpa kept his voice steady.

"He doesn't like people bothering me."

Barco drew closer to his companions. His jaw was still swollen, and dirt clung to one side of his face, but neither kept him from hurrying after Tonpa.

"Then call him," he said. "Let him come and take your Badge with us."

The threat had not produced the response Tonpa wanted, but Barco had kept Hisoka's name in the conversation. Now he only had to stay on his feet long enough to make use of that.

He half turned as he ran and fixed his eyes on Barter's face.

"Is that your mother?!"

The man's eyes widened. His head turned involuntarily over his shoulder, searching the trees behind him for a woman who was not there.

He tripped over a root, caught his balance, and cursed Tonpa.

"Damn this stupid trick!" Kot said through clenched teeth.

Barter turned his head back toward them. "How do we resist it?"

"Don't give him time to ask his stupid question!"

'Wonderful. They're learning.'

The Skill had lost none of its effect, but two of them could keep chasing him while the third turned around. Tonpa needed a moment to catch his breath, not one opponent stopping behind him for a second.

Barco lunged in from the side and aimed a low kick at his leg. Tonpa saw it too late. He lifted his foot, but the heel caught his calf and broke his rhythm. He stumbled, reaching for a nearby trunk to keep from falling.

Kot arrived at the same moment.

Tonpa ducked. A fist passed above his ear, brushing his hair. He pushed off the trunk with his palm and ran again, his heart pounding.

His new strength and speed had kept him upright, but they had not given him any martial skill. His body responded faster than he could make decisions, and the original Tonpa's memories offered little beyond experience in running from angry people.

'One wrong step, and they'll finish discussing my secret while standing on my face.'

"Hisoka!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. "Where are you?!"

Barco called from behind him.

"Your friend can't hear you!"

Kot's footsteps drew closer again. Tonpa turned toward him just as the man reached for his clothes.

"Is that your mother?!"

Kot's eyes shifted involuntarily toward the space behind his own shoulder, his head following. His fingers loosened before they could close around the fabric.

"Damn you!" he shouted as he turned back toward Tonpa.

Barter gave him no further opening.

"Don't give him time! Hit him! He's about to collapse!"

Barco's fist struck Tonpa's side. He twisted enough to take some of the force off the blow, but pain drove through his ribs and forced the air from his chest. He kept running, stumbling as he went, his throat so dry that every breath scraped through it.

"Is That Your Mother?" no longer opened a path to escape. When one of them turned around, two remained to chase him. By the time he used it on the second, the first had already turned back.

He needed something that would buy him more than a second.

Something that would make them forget the Badge altogether.

He looked up through the trees. About twenty meters away, a broad tree stood to the right of his path, slightly apart from those around it. In the broken light, its dark trunk reminded him of a tall human figure.

'If this doesn't work, I'm finished.'

He remembered how many uses the Skill had left. He had held on to it until now because he had not wanted to spend one on a minor trick, but the footsteps of the three men behind him left no room for thrift.

"It's time," he muttered.

Barco heard him.

"Time for what?"

Tonpa reached a patch of ground clear of roots, turned toward them, and took two backward steps. He raised his voice with a confidence he no longer felt.

"You brought death on yourselves!"

He pointed over his shoulder toward the tree.

"Oh, is that you?"

'Come on. Don't make me explain that I was practicing how to greet trees.'

A white wisp gathered around the trunk.

The whiteness thickened around it and rose among the branches, hiding the tree. His pursuers slowed, and Barco turned his head toward it.

The mass suddenly contracted.

The tip of a shoe appeared beneath it, followed by a long leg. The remaining whiteness receded from a hand with a playing card resting between its fingers, then from a pale face bearing a small smile.

Tonpa's breath caught at the star painted on one cheek.

On the other, a teardrop.

'Hisoka...'

His fingers clenched before he remembered that he was the one who had asked for this appearance.

'It worked.'

An unexpected irritation followed his relief. He had spent the chase threatening them with the name of a man he had no desire to meet, only to feel happy when his likeness appeared before him.

He did not waste the opportunity.

"Hisoka!" he shouted, genuine joy slipping into his voice. "Finally! These three are trying to kill me!"

The chase stopped.

Barter went rigid. Kot's face paled, while Barco's gaze moved from Tonpa to the magician's figure, then settled on the card between his fingers.

Kot spoke in a hushed voice.

"It really is..."

Barter did not wait for him to finish. He turned and sprinted through the trees in the opposite direction. Kot followed immediately. Barco backed away two steps, staring at Hisoka, before cursing Tonpa and running after them.

Tonpa watched until the trunks hid them from view.

Then his knees buckled, and he had to brace both hands on them to catch his breath.

"Cowards..."

The word came out weakly, followed by a breath that broke in his chest.

He tried to draw air slowly, but his body would not wait. Short, painful breaths came one after another, and whenever he thought he had regained control, his legs started trembling again.

He raised his head toward the copy.

It was still smiling.

'Easy for you. You didn't take a stone to the back.'

He tried to laugh, but his side hurt. He settled for closing his mouth and waiting until he could stand without the ground tilting beneath him.

One use had saved him from all three. Now he had to get away before the minute ended or one of them decided to return.

He turned his back on the figure and walked. His steps were shorter than he wanted, his feet heavier than he remembered. He stepped over a small root, and the movement nearly brought him down.

'Just a little farther...'

"Were you looking for me?"

His foot stopped in mid-step.

He knew that voice.

For a moment, he kept staring at the dirt, as though putting off the turn might give him a better explanation.

Ding!

[Warning: An extremely dangerous individual is watching the Host.]

The sweat at his neck turned cold.

The copy was several steps behind him. The voice, however, had come from directly behind his right shoulder.

He turned as far as his back would allow.

The first thing he saw was a playing card moving between two fingers. He raised his gaze and found the star and the teardrop. Above them, two eyes followed his movement.

His mouth parted.

Hisoka's name would not come out.

The man kept watching him as Tonpa drew a small breath that never quite filled his lungs.

'Damn it... How do I get out of this?'

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Chapter 62: The Tonpa I Know New

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Tonpa took a step back without taking his eyes off the face so close to his own.

His heel caught against a root, throwing him off balance. He braced his legs to keep from falling. His side tightened beneath his shirt, and his mouth stayed open as he struggled to finish drawing breath.

Hisoka really was standing in front of him.

'Damn my luck.'

His foot moved backward again. The magician did not follow. He merely watched, then turned his head slightly toward the copy standing where the tree had been. His gaze moved between the identical face and Tonpa's, and his smile widened.

At the edge of his vision, Tonpa spotted a narrow passage between two trunks to his left. He kept trying to judge the distance without looking away from the magician. Two steps, perhaps three, and he could put the trees between them.

But Hisoka was closer than the passage.

And if he stayed, what was he supposed to say? That he had borrowed Hisoka's face for a moment? That the experiment was over and they could both get on with their day?

'Run.'

He readied his foot to push off, but his eyes remained fixed on the magician.

'He'll reach you before you turn around.'

Hisoka's hand moved, cutting off his thoughts.

The magician slowly turned the playing card between his fingers until its edge faced Tonpa. Tonpa stopped backing away and cautiously shifted his weight forward, abandoning the step he had almost taken.

'Damn it.'

He raised his hands a little. He did not try to smile. He could not trust the expression that might appear on his face, or how Hisoka would read it.

The magician spoke.

"Weren't you calling me?"

Tonpa's throat bobbed.

"I..."

The card tilted between the two fingers, cutting the word short.

"Aren't I your friend? Why are you moving away?"

Tonpa looked back at his face. The answer was humiliatingly obvious, but saying it would not help him stay alive.

"I didn't mean that..."

"Then what did you mean?"

Tonpa's eyelids fluttered. He could think of nothing to say.

'Damn this lunatic.'

Hisoka's smile widened as he examined Tonpa's raised hands.

"Anyway, why do you look so frightened?"

'Because you're here, you lunatic. Obviously.'

The thought almost helped him pull himself together, but the card moved again, drawing his attention straight back to it. He needed an opening, even a moment in which Hisoka looked at something else.

Ding!

The chime tore through his thoughts, making his shoulder jerk.

'What?'

Words appeared before his eyes.

[One minute has passed since "Oh, Is That You?" was activated.]

[Skill Effect Ended.]

[Remaining Uses: 2/3]

As soon as the notification was complete, whiteness gathered around the copy.

Hisoka turned his head toward it, and the card stopped moving between his fingers. The star and teardrop blurred, and the face began dissolving into the mist. As it receded, branches and leaves emerged, and bark appeared where the body had been.

Nothing remained of the copy.

The magician's eyebrow rose. His lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

'Please work.'

Tonpa filled his chest with as much air as he could and shouted at Hisoka.

"Is that your mother?!"

The magician's smile faltered, and his eyes widened slightly.

His pupils darted toward the corners of his eyes. The muscles in his neck began contracting as though they were about to turn his head toward the space behind his shoulder.

But he did not turn around.

Tonpa waited no longer.

He spun and lunged toward the passage. His leg faltered on the first step, forcing him to throw out an arm to avoid hitting the trunk. His shoulder passed close to the bark, and a branch slapped his cheek as he broke through to the other side.

'Move!'

Pain dug beneath his ribs. He took short, broken breaths and drove his legs onward despite his body's protests. He was not running as fast as he wanted, but trees were beginning to separate him from the spot where he had left Hisoka.

He heard no footsteps behind him.

He did not dare check.

Ding!

[Warning.]

[The Host is in danger.]

'Dam—'

He planted his foot and veered left, ducking his head.

Something passed beside his neck.

A sharp sting, followed by a dry impact ahead. He glimpsed a white card embedded in the bark, directly along the path he would have taken a moment earlier.

His stride faltered, but he kept running. He touched his neck, then pulled his fingers away and saw blood on them.

'If I'd been any slower...'

He darted behind the nearest trunk before finishing the thought.

The open path no longer looked inviting. He swerved around a bush, then passed between two trees to get clear of the line of the previous throw. The new cut stung, and the pain in his side worsened whenever he had to change direction.

A groan rose in his throat. He stifled it between his teeth. Hisoka did not need any more help finding him.

Several seconds passed without another attack.

A small hope crept in with every tree he passed. Perhaps Hisoka had stayed to examine the tree. Perhaps he had only meant to frighten him and was letting him escape.

Tonpa clung to the last possibility despite the blood trickling beneath his collar.

He did not want to stop, but his body was beginning to force the issue. He was dragging his feet more than lifting them, and each breath came to an abrupt stop before his lungs could fill.

His foot slipped among the leaves. He swung an arm to regain his balance, then continued with shorter steps.

Everything behind him remained silent.

That no longer reassured him. He stared at the path ahead, putting off the backward glance one step at a time. He was afraid he would find Hisoka close enough to see his smile.

Doubt finally won. He turned his head sharply.

No one.

The bush he had pushed through was still trembling slightly, and the passage between the trunks was clearly visible. He slowed, watching the empty space before lifting his gaze to the branches above it.

'No... Where did he go?'

The relief he had expected never came.

He began turning forward again, a single thought hammering through his head.

'If he isn't behind me, then where—'

A hand appeared at the edge of his vision.

He saw it reaching for his neck from in front of him. His eyes widened, and he raised his arm to block it, but the hand closed around his throat before he could reach it.

His forward momentum stopped violently. His feet left the ground, and his breath caught in his throat. He clutched the wrist with both hands, pushing without shifting it.

He raised his eyes.

Hisoka stood before him.

His breathing had not quickened. Even his smile was just as Tonpa had left it, as though the distance that had nearly torn his lungs apart had been no more than a casual step for the magician.

He tried to slip a finger between the hand and his throat but found no room. He pulled at the wrist with all his strength. Pain flared through his injured shoulder without the grip moving at all.

His feet searched for the ground.

They did not reach it.

Hisoka's smile faded slightly, and his tone changed.

"What did you just use?"

Tonpa's mouth moved without a sound.

'Air...'

The pressure eased a little. He drew a sharp breath, followed by a coughing fit that shook his whole body. He clung to the wrist until it passed, then kept drawing short breaths through the narrow opening the fingers allowed.

Hisoka waited.

"You don't use Nen."

His eyes settled on Tonpa's face.

"So what almost made me turn around?"

Tonpa tried to swallow. The fingers pressing against his throat made it hurt, and a faint groan escaped him.

"It's..."

The word stopped.

The magician did not hurry him. He simply held him there and waited while Tonpa searched for an answer he could give.

The System was not an option.

If he told Hisoka about it, knowing why the question had affected him would not be enough. He might decide to keep Tonpa around to see what else he could get out of him.

The magician's fingers shifted slightly against his neck, and Tonpa forced the words out.

"A Skill... passed down in my family."

Hisoka raised an eyebrow.

He loosened his grip a little. Tonpa took another breath and used it before it was gone.

"We learn it... as children."

The magician smiled.

Ding!

[Persuasion Failed.]

'Damn it.'

Tonpa's eyes caught on the line before returning to the face so close to his own. He needed a detail to support the lie. A name, a condition, a reason other people could not learn it.

If he had been sitting down and able to breathe, he would have thought of something.

Now, every possibility that began to take shape scattered when he felt the fingers pressing against his throat.

"As children?"

He nodded as much as the grip allowed.

Hisoka spoke.

"I was at the previous Exam."

Tonpa's next attempt to speak stopped.

"I saw you ruin the rookies' chances, then walk away when you were done."

The magician's gaze dropped to his dangling legs.

"I never saw this kind of speed."

It returned to his face.

"Or these tricks."

Tonpa wanted to say he had hidden them. That he had not needed them. That his family had forbidden him from using them in front of others.

He chose the shortest answer he could manage.

"Didn't... need..."

The grip tightened, cutting off the sentence.

Hisoka watched his lips.

"Were you saving them for this Exam?"

Tonpa tried to pull himself up a little against the wrist, taking some of the weight off his neck. His arms trembled, then failed to hold him there.

His body dropped the short distance he had gained, and the pressure returned, worse than before.

Hisoka had believed none of it.

And the next lie would never make it out.

His feet began to move less. He could no longer judge how far they were from the ground, and the edges of Hisoka's face were starting to blur.

Tonpa blinked hard. For a moment, the eyes came back into focus.

So did the smile.

"The Tonpa I know was never this interesting."

Tonpa moved his lips.

The question.

If he could say it again, those eyes might turn away from him. Perhaps the grip would loosen a little. He needed no more than—

A brief rasp escaped him.

He tried to inhale, but his chest contracted without filling. He pushed at the wrist, then pulled, the two movements beginning to blur together in his mind.

One hand slipped.

He caught the wrist again in panic, digging his fingers into it with what strength he had left.

'No...'

Hisoka's free hand rose before him.

Another playing card appeared between its fingers, drawing Tonpa's gaze. Its edge was clean, with no blood or trace of anything it had cut.

"It was a pleasure meeting you," the magician said with a smile. "But you have to die now."

Tonpa's heart stopped for a moment.

'Wait!'

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. The card had already begun to move. He tried to twist away from it, but Hisoka's hand held his neck firmly, his feet dangling in the air.

Nothing remained in his vision but the approaching white edge.

The cut on his neck stung, reminding him how narrowly he had escaped the previous card. This time, there was no room to pull back.

A sharp whistle tore through the air beside his ear.

'Wha—'

A small object shot past his side and struck Hisoka in the face before Tonpa could follow it with his eyes.

The magician's head jerked sideways.

The card stopped.

Tonpa did not move. He waited for the edge to touch him, but it stayed clear of his skin. He kept staring at Hisoka's face until he caught sight of a thin, taut line stretching between the trees.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

'That line...?'

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