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Chapter 114: Feitan's Death and the Nen Tool Drop
When the three on the outer perimeter noticed the Clock Tower's top shooting out fire and light, the group that had only just reunited set out again.
Not out of any particular concern for Feitan's safety. They just wanted to see what on earth could have pushed him to use that technique.
"What's the big deal? If Feitan went that far, the enemy's probably just a charred corpse by now."
Nobunaga, drawing his sword to cut through grunt monsters as he went, watched Machi's somewhat urgent pace with complete indifference.
He was genuinely surprised that something inside Castlevania could push Feitan to Rising Sun. But having witnessed that technique from a distance before, he understood perfectly well: nothing survived it in recognizable shape. Going up there would just show them a pile of char with no way to read what happened. They would have to wait until Feitan was willing to tell them himself.
Machi, who had already moved ahead of him, had her brow tightly set. After a long silence, she forced out exactly one line.
"I have a bad feeling."
Those words alone and Nobunaga's expression snapped from casual to serious. Franklin, a step behind them, made the exact same shift.
"Then we move faster."
No follow-up questions about where the bad feeling was coming from. Nobunaga simply accelerated.
People like Machi, and Kuwabara and his older sister, who have abnormally powerful intuition, would actually be well suited to developing abilities tied to prophecy, precognition, or divination. With the right development, even if they never reached the level of the natural-born precog Neon, they could still build something real in that direction.
Even without any deliberate effort that way, Machi's intuition had a strikingly high accuracy rate. No reason she could articulate. Just a pure flash of something, expressed in hedging language — seems like, maybe, probably, possibly — and it consistently landed right on the vital things.
The Troupe's trust in Machi was extremely high. So the moment she said bad feeling, they all defaulted to: Feitan's situation has actually gone wrong.
In ordinary circumstances they all ran in their own circles, with their own grouping preferences — and just a short while ago they had come close to a genuine internal killing. But if something had actually gone wrong, then support was necessary.
Every leg of the spider mattered.
...Even a charred one?
Through Genbu's third-person view, Ross watched the barely-breathing humanoid char that still just barely held a human shape.
The miniature sun had long since dissipated. The fire-immunity suit had disappeared from Feitan's body — and might have made things worse on its way out, the broken suit accidentally forming a makeshift enclosed furnace that accelerated the charring process.
Rising Sun's activation bore some similarity to the Dark Sonata: both forcibly drained the user's Nen until either the Nen ran out or life ended.
Feitan's Nen ran out first, which was what left him burned through on the outside but barely intact within, rather than simply dying on the spot.
Of course, there was essentially no practical difference between Feitan's current state and dead. Even if Ross had a sudden impulse to force-feed him a Vitality Surge, he had no function available to do that. No option existed.
But Ross didn't choose to immediately finish things. Instead he controlled Genbu over to Feitan's side, found a reasonably good angle, and entered... Photo Mode.
Yes. Literally Photo Mode.
Genbu held position. Ross's screen view linked with an invisible camera that could be freely adjusted with the joystick and D-pad. Ross photographed charred-Feitan from every possible angle.
He even pulled out his own phone and used the ancient method of holding it up directly to the TV screen.
Unfortunately, the burning had been thorough enough that the spider tattoo with its number, the Phantom Troupe's identifying mark, was gone as well. Even submitting it to the Hunter Association probably wouldn't allow them to confirm identity.
Not that Ross intended to submit it to the Association. Because other than Hisoka with his own separate agenda, another Troupe member — the wandering knight — was himself a registered Hunter with a Hunter's license. Uploading the evidence would mean exposing himself.
Ross had no intention of being exposed. He was waiting for the Troupe to go absolutely unhinged, and then have them pour every ounce of that rage onto a thoroughly bewildered Old Drac.
Just thinking about it was genuinely delightful.
Admiring his charred masterpiece, Ross was grinning so wide his back teeth were practically on display.
And in the middle of his admiration, the still-faintly-alive Feitan twitched twice and clearly wanted to say something. But his throat had been completely burned out. He could not produce a single sound.
Body cooked through and charred throughout, the last faint flicker of the life's candle faded without a sound.
Did Feitan feel hatred? Considerable hatred. Everything about his ultimate techniques was an expression of his overflowing hatred.
But that hatred, the moment Genbu stood completely unaffected by his Rising Sun, had transformed into pure bewilderment.
Feitan died bewildered. He could not understand how Genbu had resisted his Rising Sun.
With that, following Silva Zoldyck killing No. 8 three years ago and Hisoka killing No. 4 one year ago, the Phantom Troupe — which had already replenished its losses — had lost another leg.
And this one was a founding member, someone who had been there from the very beginning of the Troupe. What would follow was predictable: the Phantom Troupe was going to go absolutely unhinged.
But it wasn't over yet.
A familiar Navigation Arrow surfaced above Ross's head, and with one flicker space-jumped directly to hover above Feitan's charred corpse. It began its practiced extraction of whatever remaining value the body had left.
Apparently, kills completed through Genbu counted as valid trigger conditions for the Navigation Arrow.
Unfortunately, the Mega Buster couldn't be temporarily transferred to Genbu, so there was no way to extract a Weapon Chip from the loot. Though even if one had dropped, picking it up from Genbu's position was probably also impossible.
The Arrow completed its extraction with a flicker and returned to Ross's side, and began its familiar squeezed-shrimp-paste Nen tool generation process.
Hm. A bottle?
Within moments, a palm-sized purple-black bottle — narrower at the top, wider at the bottom — had finished printing.
Vaguely familiar, but he couldn't immediately place where he'd seen it.
[Magic Bottle: Fire — Grade A Nen tool, spell medium, charge-type. Bound to "Ross." From Sega Mega Drive: Golden Axe 3.
A charge-type magic bottle blessed personally by the warrior woman Sarah Barn. Only players who have survived a baptism of flame have the right to use this item.
The charge-type Magic Bottle converts the player's Nen into magical energy for releasing fire-type wide-area spells.
The Magic Bottle can be charged by injecting Nen: every 10 Nen units = 1 magic unit. Maximum storage: 10 magic units (100 Nen units).
Available spells:
Level 1 spell: Fire Meteor Shower — consumes 1 magic unit, daily limit 10 uses.
Level 2 spell: Flame Comet — consumes 3 magic units, daily limit 4 uses.
Level 3 spell: Salamander — consumes 6 magic units, daily limit 2 uses.
Level 4 spell: Blazing Solar Fall — consumes 10 magic units, daily limit 1 use.
The caster and teammates recognized as allies by the rules will not be affected by the fire spells.]
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