Unexpectedly, This Is the Kind of Person Moro Is

The Zoldyck family has always understood the importance of character development in their children, viewing it as the lifeblood of their lineage. Because a weak-willed person cannot become a qualified assassin, the family enforces extremely strict training for each child.

As the youngest in the family, just like Killua, Kurt is at a crucial stage in forming his personality. But unlike Killua's rebellious streak, Kurt has always been exceptionally calm and mature, rarely causing Silva and Kikyo any concern.

As such, the family began training Kurt in Nen at an early age and allowed him to begin his assassination career early. Until now, every time Kurt was sent out on an assassination assignment, he would always strictly follow the rules—complete the job and return home immediately, showing no interest in the outside world.

But this time, things were different.

Because of Moro's existence, Kurt broke the rules for the first time. After finishing his assassination mission, he didn't return home as usual. Instead, he secretly went to Heavens Arena to find Moro.

This uncharacteristic behavior immediately alerted Kikyo to the seriousness of the situation.

When Moro came to the estate before, Kikyo hadn't lashed out. Partly because she was more concerned about Killua's condition at the time, and partly because Kurt had seemed normal. Over the past two months, Kikyo had even been monitoring Kurt's phone communications and found nothing unusual.

She had been surprised that Kurt and Moro had gone so long without contacting each other.

Thinking everything was fine, she was caught off guard when Kurt suddenly hit her with a heavy blow—breaking the rules.

This was why she rushed to consult Silva.

"Kurt didn't return home after the mission—he went to Heavens Arena to find that boy named Moro. This is the first time he's broken the rules, the first time…!"

Kikyo's slender fingers twisted together like wriggling worms, her red cybernetic eye flashing violently, showing her inner turmoil.

On a white fur-covered couch, Silva sat cross-legged, resting his chin on one hand. His wolfish eyes remained calm—a stark contrast to Kikyo's agitated state.

"What do you want to do?" Silva asked calmly, not bothering to dig into the depth of Kurt's relationship with Moro.

"It's all that boy's fault!" Kikyo's lips trembled. "If it weren't for Moro, Kurt wouldn't be like this. So we just have to kill him!"

Silva shook his head slightly.

Kikyo looked at him in disbelief, her voice rising: "You disagree? It's the most direct solution!"

"We already tried this approach with Killua," Silva said calmly. "It didn't work. In fact, it made his rebellion worse. Can you guarantee Kurt won't turn out the same?"

Kikyo fell silent. She recalled how their attempts to control Killua had only made him more defiant.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Then what should we do? Let it be?"

"Wait until Kurt comes back," Silva said indifferently.

Kikyo's hands twisted even more furiously. She simply couldn't stay as calm as Silva.

Silva watched her, then rose from the couch. "No need to always assume the worst. That boy… may be a good trial for Kurt."

"No, absolutely not!" Kikyo felt a sudden sense of danger and rejected the idea without hesitation.

All Zoldyck children are sent out into the world to experience it when the time is right. Killua, Kurt—they all must one day leave the estate, see the world with their own eyes, and walk their own path.

In the past, this was done solo. But in Zzigg's generation—Silva's grandfather—he traveled with Netero and Linnie during his trial. Silva's great-grandfather Maha even fought Netero over it. In the end, Maha accepted Zzigg's choice.

From that point on, the Zoldyck family no longer interfered with how their heirs chose to conduct their trials.

Still, Kikyo couldn't accept it.

She believed Moro's influence on Kurt was too great, and letting it continue would only worsen things.

Silva, seeing her strong reaction, didn't say more. With Killua's example, his views had already begun to shift.

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Heavens Arena.

First floor lobby.

Kurt, wearing a deep purple high-waisted kimono, stood by a large support pillar, curiously observing his surroundings.

Unlike Killua, Kurt had never been here before. Everything was new and intriguing to him.

As he quietly observed the people moving about the lobby, his eyes suddenly caught sight of someone wearing a hat, sunglasses, and mask—fully disguised.

Even though the figure looked bulkier than his memory of Moro, Kurt instinctively recognized him.

"Moro, I'm over here!"

Kurt smiled and quickly ran toward him—but immediately noticed everyone in the lobby looking at him strangely.

Some were confused, others looked surprised or intrigued.

As Kurt looked around, Moro had vanished from sight. Then, suddenly, he felt himself being lifted into the air. Before he could react, Moro had picked him up.

"So fast…"

Kurt's first thought wasn't about being held up, or the strange attention, but rather Moro's incredible speed.

Moro… has gotten stronger again.

Strength was always Kurt's focus.

In just a few seconds, Moro carried him out of the crowded lobby and into a secluded corner.

"I covered up so well, and you still recognized me," Moro said, setting Kurt down gently and smiling faintly.

Kurt fixed the wrinkles on his kimono, then pointed at Moro's disguise with his purple bamboo fan. "What's with this getup?"

"Disguise," Moro replied. "I'm a Floor Master now. Too many people recognize me. When you shouted my name, I bet you noticed all those stares."

"So you're like a celebrity here," Kurt said calmly. "Running off to a corner like you're escaping scandal. What's the word for it again? 'Rumor'?"

"Not exactly," Moro sighed, brushing off the implied tease.

Kurt frowned slightly, not understanding Moro's reaction.

Moro thought of Biscuit's fox-like smile and sighed again. "There's another reason…"

"Go ahead, I'm listening," Kurt said, staring into his eyes.

Moro didn't know where to begin.

All of this… was Biscuit's fault.

Not just the Heavens Arena press team, but even random gossip magazines were latching onto his popularity and churning out rumors daily.

He didn't care about any of it—until Kurt showed up.

He didn't mind being the subject of tabloid stories, but he didn't want Kurt getting dragged into them.

That was all Biscuit's fault.

A few minutes later…

Kurt stood with a tabloid in hand. Nearly the whole front page was about Moro, with another girl in a pink princess dress as the "female lead."

His eyes skimmed past the headline "Slept at Moro's Room Again" and narrowed. He even memorized the reporter's name.

"Moro."

"Hmm?"

"These are all lies, right?"

"Yeah."

"Do they bother you?"

"A little, maybe."

"Give me one hundred million. I'll kill them."

"Huh?"

"That's the family's minimum rate. I told you before."

"It's not about money. Hey, have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet."

"Hungry?"

"A little."

"Come on, I'll treat you to something good."

"Oh, do they sell sweet pancakes here?"

"Of course. Eat as many as you want—it's on me."

"Mm-hmm."

Kurt perked up and followed beside Moro, cheerful once more.

Crisis averted!

Moro breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

The killing intent he'd sensed earlier from Kurt had been real—cold, serious, and deliberate.

Side by side, one tall, one short, they walked together.

Behind them, a crumpled newspaper page rolled across the ground in the breeze.

Outside Heavens Arena, temporary shops had sprung up thanks to the Fight Olympics. Food stalls lined the streets in colorful rows.

Moro and Kurt wandered between the stalls. Unsurprisingly, Kurt mostly ate sweet pancakes.

"You've got sugar all over your mouth," Moro said, handing him a napkin.

Kurt accepted it. "Mom would be furious if she saw me like this."

"In what way?"

"She'd say I'm eating like a slob—no manners."

"Ah, figures." Moro thought of Kikyo's strict mannerisms, likely tied to raising Kurt as a "daughter."

"By the way, how'd you get out?"

Kurt paused, then answered honestly, "I just finished a mission. Since it was close to Heavens Arena, I snuck away to see you."

In truth, he'd chosen that mission because it was close, so he'd have time to visit.

Moro was surprised.

He'd always thought of Kurt as the obedient one in the Zoldyck family.

For him to do something like this—maybe he was starting to change.

"So you have to go back today?"

"Yeah."

Kurt didn't want to talk about it, so he pointed up at a small airship floating in the sky, carrying a banner with Moro and Oraine's faces.

"You're fighting in the finals tomorrow?"

"Yep." Moro looked up and smiled. "There are great prizes—like the Dome Box, the Gem of Sapphire Heart, and even a Phantom Beast Egg. If I win, you can pick one. A birthday gift in advance."

No sooner had he finished saying that, a tiny figure in a nearby bush clenched her fists.

"Unbelievable!"

Biscuit's eyes flared with jealousy.

In the same bush, Yamen, Menchi, and Callista looked at her thoughtfully.

"Is Master jealous?" Yamen wondered.

"So they are a thing…" Menchi thought.

"Is this… a love triangle? But could Master really like…" Callista couldn't finish the thought.

They didn't know that Biscuit's real anger came from Moro casually offering such rare treasures as gifts.

Back at the stalls.

Kurt shook his head and touched the fan at his waist.

"No need. I already got the best gift."

"Alright then, let's check that place out."

"Mm."

Kurt tossed his napkin into a trash can and ran to catch up with Moro.

Moro glanced back toward the bush, then looked away.

Of course, Biscuit noticed.

"He spotted us! It's your fault!" she snapped.

Yamen, Menchi, and Callista glanced at each other—clearly thinking it was your fault, Master, but not daring to say it.

Biscuit looked at the retreating duo. Her earlier anger had vanished with Kurt's simple rejection.

"Didn't think Moro was this kind of person…" she muttered, shaking her head at the state of the world.

The three disciples stayed silent.

Biscuit brushed some grass off her clothes and said matter-of-factly:

"Relaxing before a match isn't bad. Lately, Moro's been too fixated on crushing his opponents—he needs to understand that rest and tension must balance."

"Master's mindset is on another level," Yamen said reverently.

"What?" Biscuit blinked in confusion.

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