Killer in Hunter x Hunter

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It was getting close to evening. Risotto was settling into his room, which was provided to all fighters of the two hundredth floor.

Soon someone knocked on his door. He opened the door, behind him was Prosciutto.

- I heard that you have already signed up for the fight, isn't it a bit early? - He asked Risotto.

- Don't worry, I can handle it.

- Suit yourself. There's a Pesci fight tomorrow, you can come see it.

- I will. Now I have to start training.

- Okay, see you tomorrow. - Said Prosciutto and went about his business.

Risotto trained hard. His progress was really impressive. This was largely due to the fact that he was a booth user. After all, if he were an ordinary person, it would take him at least a month, and possibly more, to reach his current level.

After finishing his workout, Risotto took a shower and went to bed.

It was late the next morning. Risotto was standing in the corridor discussing Pesci's upcoming fight with Prosciutto smoking a cigarette.

- Honestly, - Said Risotto, - I can't imagine how Pesci can do anything or fight anyone without you.

- Believe me, he's changed quite a bit. He may act like a child during the main time, but when it comes to fighting, he's a real fighter who looks like he's spent more than ten years fighting.

- I can't wait to see this one.

The fight between Pesci. Risotto and Prosciutto had a front row seat. Pesci's opponent was some invalid named Guido. Even from the stands they could see how Pesci had changed. He became more serious and determined.

The fight began. Guido tossed a bunch of rapidly spinning wolves into the arena, amplified by the unn. Pesci in turn quickly summoned his Beach Boy stand. Several of the wolves headed towards Pesci with great speed, but he immediately hooked one of them with his hook, swung them all away and launched it at his opponent. It smashed right into his chest, but he had used an unn beforehand and was able to stand on his prosthesis. At this point he was about to throw out some new move, but it was too late. Pesci's line was already near his prosthesis and as soon as he noticed it, the hook had already caught on the prosthesis and knocked him over so that he hit his head on the floor. Pesci took another swing and wrapped the line around his throat, but he didn't break his neck, he just started choking him. Guido eventually passed out from the choke. Pesci won.

- Pretty fast,' Risotto said, 'He's really changed.

- He was the one who spared him. He could have just ripped his heart out, but I guess he's in a good mood today.

Prosciutto and Risotto met Pesci at the front desk and congratulated him on his victory.

Suddenly Formaggio appeared from around the corner.

- Formaggio, - Risotto was a little surprised, - What are you doing here?

- Hey boss, I thought I'd watch you fight. I heard you're going to fight tomorrow against an experienced opponent, so good luck, I'll be rooting for you.

- Don't you want to fight yourself? - Prosciutto spoke up, - Oh yes, you have the weakest stand in the team. I don't even know how you managed to reach the 200th floor.

- And you haven't even fought on the ground floor. Because if you let your booth out, the whole floor goes down with your opponent.

Naturally, it was just friendly banter, there was no real fight.

- Okay guys, I'm off to practice. - Said Risotto and went to his room.

In his room he continued training again.

'Tomorrow is my first serious fight against user нен. Will I be able to beat him? I probably can, but the other question is how hard will it be?'

After finishing his training, he went to bed.

Next day. The arena. Risotto stands at one end of the arena, Hisoka at the other. The crowd was mostly cheering for Hisoka, though there were some who were cheering for Risotto.

- And so, - came the voice of the commentator, - Tonight we have a bout: A promising newcomer by the name of Risotto Nero, who has his first fight tonight on the 200th floor. His opponent is an experienced fighter and a big fan of fighting, Hisoka Moro. This fight promises to be a very memorable one.

The signal to start the fight sounded.

Hisoka did not rush to attack, instead he slowly approached Risotto. The latter in turn was also slowly advancing towards his opponent. He immediately started picking out particles of iron from the floor and making a bunch of knives out of them, which were now loaded with нен. Hisoka instantly pulled out his cards and was ready to fight back. To start, Risotto launched only ten knives at him. Hisoka fended them all off fairly easily, though one almost grazed him.

The distance between them was already down to five metres.

'Well, I hope it works now.' - Risotto thought and began to concentrate.

In the next second, Hisoka's facial expression lost its usual easy smile.

He grabbed his throat and immediately spat out a bunch of razors on the floor.

'Great, now it worked!'

However, Hisoka wasn't too shaken up by it.

- Hmm, what kind of powers do you have? I already have a hunch though. - Said Hisoka.

Hisoka began to actively use Ten. After that, he immediately started throwing his cards, and afterwards he threw himself towards Risotto. He used some of his knives to fight off his cards, and the rest of his knives were directed at him. One knife hit him in the side, and the other hit his arm. Hisoka stepped in close and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with Risotto, for whom it was a challenge as he needed to use Ryu to effectively attack and defend himself. An exchange of blows began, which went with a slight bias towards Hisoka. Risotto was having a hard time, as he had too little combat experience to use Ryu properly. He aimed a few more knives at Hisoka towards him from behind his back. Because of this, he had to distract himself, which Risotto took advantage of to move away from him at a distance.

'Shit! I'm going to lose all my strength at this rate. I can't use Ryu that much now, I'm still too weak for that. I need something else. Right, I've got it.' - Risotto remembered his first arrival in Yorkshin. He had been strolling through the town and had come across a cold weapons shop where, in addition to a number of knives, he had noticed an excellent combat cleaver with a slightly curved blade. Not too short and not too long. In this situation, it was the best solution.

He concentrated and made himself two combat cleavers, which he strengthened a bit with Shu's help. He then rushed towards Hisoka striking blow after blow, while simultaneously launching some knives at him. Hisoka dodged many of the blows, but some of them still reached him, inflicting slashing wounds. Hisoka himself retaliated with his own cards, and many of his attacks were successful.

After exchanging blows, they both jumped away from each other. Hisoka was pretty exhausted from the constant use of Ten. But Risotto was even more exhausted, because unlike Hisoka, although he was a quick learner, he was less experienced in using it in combat.

Risotto decided to concentrate once more to manipulate the iron in Hisoka's body.

Hisoka noticed that something was beginning to show on his throat under his skin. It was a pair of scissors. He didn't hesitate and immediately cut open the skin on his throat, pulled out the scissors and threw them at Risotto, who struggled to fight them off.

Risotto exhausted himself even more with this move. As it turned out, it took a lot of energy to use this move against an opponent who was actively using Teng.

Both of them began to breathe harder. Risotto from exhaustion, Hisoka from lack of iron.

- Now I'm a hundred per cent sure of my guess,' Hisoka said suddenly, 'You're manipulating iron. And at such a level that you can change its form in the blood of other creatures. And as I understand it, in order to kill someone from the inside, you need to shorten your distance from them. Presumably, at least ten metres.

'He's pretty damn perceptive.'

Suddenly Hisoka took off at Risotto's side. The latter tried to strike, but Hisoka dodged and with a fist punch to the stomach, causing Risotto to drop his cleavers and fly three metres away.

Risotto struggled to get to one knee. Hisoka walked up to him.

- You know,' He began, 'You really surprised me. You took me by surprise by manipulating the iron in my blood. But it looks like you spent too much energy on it. Victory is mine. Any last words before you die?

- Ha... Ha ha ha ha ha. - Risotto laughed lightly.

- Why are you laughing? - Hisoka asked in bewilderment.

- You know, - Risotto began, - There is one rule: never rejoice in victory if your opponent is still alive.

The next moment Risotto took his old knife out of his inner jacket pocket and stabbed Hisoka in the side, so that the knife broke. This made Hisoka grab his side and bend over a little. Risotto at this time concentrated his aura into his right fist and hit Hisoka in the head with all his might. He started to stagger back on his feet, but Risotto concentrated the rest of his aura into his fist and hit Hisoka in the head again. He lost consciousness and fell down.

- Unbelievable, the newcomer had defeated Hisoka! - The commentators shouted in amazement.

'Damn, the knife is broken. I'll have to buy a new one.'

With difficulty moving, he headed towards the arena exit.

It had been an incredibly difficult victory.