Chapter1: The Clown’s Last Trick.

The battleground remained quiet.

 Not the spooky stillness of an empty place, but the type that preceded devastation—a paused breath, the interval between lightning and thunder. The earth underneath them was fractured, with fractures running like veins through the destroyed landscape. The air was heavy with dust, and the faint smell of blood and sweat blended into something primeval.

 And in the midst of it all, Hisoka stood—grinning, swaying slightly, arms relaxed at his sides.

 Gon Freecss—not the youngster he used to play with, but the beast he had become—breathed heavily in front of him.

 Hisoka has faced powerful opponents before. Chrollo, Illumi, and many others. But this? This was pure and terrifyingly beautiful.

This...is PLEASURE

 Gon's fists were clenched, his entire body trembling with strength, skin stretched over strange muscles. Hisoka could feel it—the raw, crushing atmosphere that washed over him in waves, making the air feel denser. Each breath felt like breathing a hurricane.

 Hisoka flexed his fingertips. His own aura flashed, light pink with a rubbery gloss, and a thin film of Bungee Gum coated his flesh like a second layer.

His lips curved forward.

"Shall we continue, Gon-chan?"

 Gon didn't respond. He vanished.

Hisoka had little time to respond. Gon was 10 meters away one second and a fist buried into his gut.

CRACK.

Hisoka's spine arched, and the blow sent a shudder through his entire body. Ribs cracked like twigs. Blood shot from his mouth in a thin spray. He hadn't had time to register the anguish before—

BAM!

A second punch. To the face this time. Hisoka's head snapped sideways, his neck twisting unnaturally before his body went flying. He bounced once, twice, before rolling into a pile of broken stone.

Dust settled.

Silence.

Then—laughter.

A slow and lively chuckle. Hisoka pulled himself up, rubbing his fingers across his damaged lips and enjoying the flavor. His left eye had swelled shut. His mouth hung slack and dislocated. But he was still grinning.

"Ohhh… Gon-chan, that was… beautiful."

Gon's fists clenched tighter. His chest heaved with slow, measured breaths.

Hisoka rolled his shoulders, his joints popping back into place. He pulled his jaw back, setting it with a grotesque snap.

"But…" His fingers curled, his aura rippling outward, Bungee Gum stretching along his arms. "Can you keep up?"

He lunged.

Hisoka moved like liquid, twisting his body in ways inhuman, stretching his limbs unnaturally with Bungee Gum elasticity. His hands shot out—one for Gon's arm, the other for his throat. If he could get a hold of him, even for a second, he could—

BOOM.

His vision blurred.

Pain.

Gon hadn't dodged. He hadn't blocked. He had simply punched through Hisoka's attack.

Hisoka's arm bent the wrong way, his bones collapsing under sheer pressure. A dull realization settled in his mind as he crashed into the ground once more—

I .can't keep up

But the thought made him laugh harder.

Gon didn't hesitate.

Hisoka lay in a crater, coughing up blood, but Gon didn't care. There was no mercy in his eyes, no hesitation in his movements. This wasn't the boy who once struggled to understand morality.

This was pure, unfiltered destruction.

Gon's final punch came down, fast, like a falling meteor. Hisoka tried to lift his arms, tried to move, but his body wouldn't listen.

This… is the end?

The fist connected.

The world shattered.

For the first time in his life, Hisoka felt something he never expected—

Powerless.

Everything went dark.

Hisoka floated.

There was no ground, no sky, no body. Just nothingness.

But his mind was still there.

So… this is death? How boring.

He should be angry. He should be furious that he had lost before seeing what Gon could truly become.

But…

A slow, eerie chuckle echoed in the void.

"Is this the end?"

The darkness rippled.

Or was this just—

"Another game?"

Then—

Light.