The Shattered Archipelago was not quiet.
Even when the wind died and the volcanic tremors paused, something was always moving. Leaves rustled without cause. Stones shifted under invisible pressure. Distant splashes echoed from unseen shores. The islands felt alive in the way a battlefield felt alive, not with life, but with tension.
Hisoka walked through it as though he owned it.
No hurry.
Just a tall figure drifting across unstable terrain, heels clicking softly against stone, playing cards rolling between elegant fingers like extensions of his will.
A faint smile rested on his lips.
But his eyes…
His eyes were not calm at all.
They were bright. Feverish and hungry.
"Fufufu…"
A soft laugh slipped out of him, thin as a knife.
He stopped at the edge of a jungle clearing, tilting his head slightly as if listening to something only he could hear.
He wasn't tracking candidates by sound.
Or by sight.
He was tracking a feeling.
A memory.
The aftertaste of something delicious.
Yuzuki.
His fingers trembled almost imperceptibly.
"Such… a waste…" he murmured softly.
Not waste in the sense of regret.
Waste in the sense of restraint.
Back on the ship, he had been forced to stop. Forced to hold back. Forced to let the fruit remain on the branch.
And the more he restrained himself…
The more intoxicating the anticipation became.
A faint shudder passed through his body.
The air around him thickened.
Killing intent leaked out, subtle but suffocating, like invisible smoke seeping from a sealed chamber.
He closed his eyes.
Tried to breathe.
Tried to calm down but failed.
"Mm… that boy…"
Hisoka licked his lips slowly, eyes snapping open again.
"The way he bloomed… just a little… while fighting me…"
The memory replayed vividly, the sudden spikes in aura, the desperate intelligence, the refusal to break even under pressure. That unstable brilliance, raw and dangerous, pushing outward like a bud forcing its way toward sunlight.
Not ready.
Not perfect.
But promising.
Too promising.
Hisoka's smile widened, thin and predatory.
"If I crush him now… it would be such a tragedy ♠"
His fingers dug into his own palm hard enough to whiten the skin.
"Patience… patience…"
Another tremor ran through him.
And then
He snapped.
Without warning, he turned and flicked a card.
A candidate hidden in the trees behind him never even saw it coming.
The card sliced cleanly through the man's throat. A red line appeared. Then opened. The body collapsed soundlessly into the undergrowth.
Hisoka didn't even look.
Not worth looking at.
Not after tasting something far sweeter.
He walked forward again, but his steps were sharper now, tension vibrating through his frame.
Another candidate stumbled into his path minutes later, panting, mud-streaked, eyes wide with panic.
"W-Wait! Don't—"
A blur.
A flick.
Two cards this time.
The man dropped in pieces.
Hisoka exhaled slowly.
"Mm…"
Not satisfaction.
Just relief.
Like scratching an itch that wouldn't go away.
"Still not enough… ♦"
He placed a hand over his face, fingers sliding down slowly.
"I really must thank you, Yuzuki… you've made this exam so much more… entertaining ♣"
His laughter drifted into the jungle, soft and unstable.
On a different island, far removed from Hisoka's wandering storm of violence, Hanzo moved like a shadow through the dense canopy.
Unlike Hisoka, he made almost no noise at all.
Years of shinobi training showed in every step. Weight distributed perfectly, breathing controlled, eyes scanning constantly for traps, terrain advantages, escape routes.
Where most candidates hacked through the jungle blindly, Hanzo read it.
He noted broken branches not caused by wind. Identified animal paths versus human-made routes. Avoided areas where the ground looked deceptively stable. Used elevation whenever possible to scout ahead before committing to movement.
He paused on a thick branch high above the forest floor and surveyed the terrain.
To the north: swamp. Slow and dangerous.
To the west: cliffs. Possibly useful, but risky.
To the east…
A series of stone ridges forming a natural corridor.
Hanzo nodded once.
"Efficient."
He dropped silently from the branch, landing in a crouch without disturbing so much as a leaf.
Unlike many examinees, he had no interest in fighting unless necessary. Injuries meant delays. Delays meant failure. Pride was irrelevant.
Still, not everyone shared that philosophy.
Three examinees burst out of the undergrowth ahead of him, weapons drawn, faces desperate.
"Stop right there!"
Hanzo sighed.
"Out of my way."
The tallest of the three sneered. "You think you can just—"
Hanzo moved.
A palm strike to the jaw of the first man. A nerve strike to the shoulder of the second. A precise kick behind the knee of the third.
All three collapsed before they even understood what happened.
Hanzo straightened, adjusting his stance slightly.
"Don't waste energy," he muttered, mostly to himself.
Then he continued forward, pace unchanged.
He had already calculated several possible routes to Island Seven based on Satotz's description. The most efficient path would likely involve alternating between surface travel and subterranean shortcuts.
He intended to find one of those shortcuts soon.
Still…
As he moved, he frowned faintly.
Something felt off.
The island wasn't just dangerous.
It felt… tense.
Like animals before a storm.
He paused, listening.
Far away, too far to identify clearly a scream echoed across the water between islands.
Hanzo's eyes narrowed.
"Someone's hunting."
He resumed moving, slightly more cautious now.
Back in the jungle where Hisoka roamed, the clown finally stopped at the edge of a high cliff overlooking the sea.
Wind tugged at his hair and clothes.
Below, waves crashed violently against jagged rocks.
Hisoka spread his arms slightly, letting the sensation wash over him.
His breathing had steadied.
The worst of the pressure had eased.
For now.
He tilted his head back, eyes half-lidded.
"Island Seven… twenty-four hours…"
A soft chuckle escaped him.
"Oh, I'll get there… eventually…"
After all, the exam itself wasn't the real prize.
His tongue slid slowly across his lower lip.
"The real treasure… is waiting somewhere on these islands ♠"
Yuzuki.
His eyes sharpened again, pupils contracting like a predator locking onto prey.
"Grow well… little fruit…"
A card appeared between his fingers, gleaming in the light.
"Because when you're ripe…"
The card snapped in half.
"…I'll devour you completely ♦"
Hisoka stepped off the cliff.
Swinging.
A strand of elastic aura snapped taut from his hand to the rock above, slinging him downward toward a lower ledge with terrifying speed.
He landed lightly, already moving again.
Somewhere ahead—
A brilliance was waiting to bloom.
And Hisoka intended to be there when it did.
Whether as gardener…
Or executioner.
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