The character Hisoka is the most obviously perverted among the "Three Beauties."
His hobby is to find ripe fruits (referring to opponents he wants to fight), and to nurture unripe fruits (referring to people with potential, whom he lets go, guides, or helps). Each time he waits for an unripe fruit to mature (meaning they've grown to a point where they're worth killing), he exhibits various perverse behaviors due to suppressing his killing intent.
When he encounters a fruit that particularly pleases him, he can become so excited that he experiences a physiological reaction.
Given his fondness for "fruits," the fanfiction community affectionately refers to him as the "fruit farmer."
Molerse has read very few fanfictions about him. Her understanding of him primarily comes from the original manga, anime, and online posts. Her impression is limited to "capricious, deceitful, enjoys bloody battles, perverted." Her limited favorability began with "After reaching a certain age, she finally understood the charm of Hisoka's bath scene." In short, she only cared about his good physique and face.
Hisoka's usual clown attire is not the type that interests Molerse. If it weren't for the original work intentionally arranging a bath scene for Hisoka, allowing Hisoka to appear in normal attire... it would be like Chrollo with his slicked-back hair let down. If there weren't a scene showing a hairstyle change, Molerse wouldn't be interested in Chrollo either.
A character's appearance is very important; it's not an exaggeration to call it a character's life. Otherwise, why would readers have the mentality of "values follow looks"?
Wait a minute, Molerse suddenly realized the important reason why she was unsure if the person before her was the real Hisoka before he revealed his true name.
The voice actor for this "Hisoka" is Namikawa Daisuke from the new anime, not Takahashi Hiroki from the old anime.
Upon closer thought, Kuroro's voice actor is also Miyano Mamoru from the new anime.
This world is a game world based on the new anime, but the character art style is closer to the original manga—this doesn't seem to be useful information.
Regardless, it's good that the version of "Hisoka" in this world is voiced by Namikawa Daisuke. When he's not acting crazy, his voice is relatively normal, which is why Molerse didn't recognize him at first. If it were Takahashi Hiroki's version, that voice is too perverted; anyone listening would get goosebumps. No matter how stunning the man's appearance, the moment he spoke, Molerse would definitely be deflated.
Honestly, she's already feeling a bit deflated. In the "real world," Molerse's liking for Hisoka is limited to looking at related pictures. She lacks the emotional cultivation from the filter of fanfiction. The main reason is Hisoka's reputation for being "capricious," making him troublesome to deal with. Even the highly intelligent character Chrollo in the original work was tricked by him.
Moreover, Hisoka's state is not quite normal. He said, "You've stirred my interest." Why did he lose interest? How will he regain it? What kind of interest is he looking for? Who knows what he's thinking.
Should she cut her losses in time?
Molerse, following Hisoka out of the bar, slowed her pace in the crowd. Hisoka, who had finished speaking to her and hadn't looked at her again, turned back. The vibrant neon lights splashed across his face like spilled paint.
His falling fiery red hair was still the most brilliant color.
The golden pupils in his narrow eyes lacked warmth, like ice cubes in a wine glass. Yet, he reached out, and after Molerse clearly saw the coolness in his eyes, he spread a smile that was almost an invitation.
Perhaps revealing part of his danger first is a form of sincerity, but many women are infatuated with dangerous men.
Furthermore, this young lady radiated the same dark aura as him.
His slender fingers touched her palm, and Hisoka clasped her hand. He raised his arm, and the owner of that hand walked forward with the momentum of his movement, her shoe tip stepping on where he had stood. His other hand had already moved behind her, supporting her waist. They drew close, face to face, their posture more like a dance for two than an embrace.
Hisoka lowered his head to gaze at his dance partner in his arms, her pale face, vacant eyes, and a palpable sense of world-weariness and apathy.
...Not a love affair gone wrong.
She seemed to be such a fragile doll from the start.
Completely the opposite of his preferred type.
He liked fruits full of vitality and promise, those that held value in their destruction. While the person before him couldn't be called a "rotten fruit," plastic fruit, no matter how realistic or enticing it looks, is still inedible plastic.
What a shame~
Just as he was about to let go, he changed his mind.
The hand supporting her waist felt the slight stiffening of her muscles when touched. This subtle resistance piqued his desire to explore further.
He was quite idle now, with ample time.
"Miss~" without increasing physical contact, he simply made his tone more saccharine. Hisoka felt with satisfaction the increasing tension in the other person's body. "May I have the honor of knowing your name?"
That's right, this is it—the prey's wariness and defense against the hunter.
How can he stimulate her to make this doll "come alive"?
Hmm, he needs to understand more.
The other person raised her free hand and held up an index finger. At first, Hisoka didn't understand the meaning, but with his extraordinary acuity, before the content of his thoughts could form a concrete shape, he instinctively activated "Gyo," concentrating "Ren" in his eyes. He then saw the characters formed by "Nen" at the tip of her finger:
【Mo Er】
Even more careless than the fake name he had just made up.
"Oh my~" Hisoka curved his lips, letting out a peculiar laugh. "You're surprisingly resentful."
He released his hands, and instead, he draped an arm around her shoulder, walking side by side.
Her silver-white hair flowed over his hand. His fingertips traced the direction of her body heat, touching the red mark on her neck. "Let me guess... you weren't satisfied with your previous partner, so you didn't go through with it... right?"
"..." The other person showed no particular reaction.
"You agreed but stopped halfway. Did they die? Or..." Hisoka lowered his gaze, meeting the other person's glass-bead-like blue eyes. "Did you take off their clothes only to find the size was wrong?"
"..." The other person half-closed her eyelids, appearing noncommittal.
"Then why do you think... I can?" A hint of interest flickered in Hisoka's eyes.
He seemed interested, but perhaps he didn't care about the answer at all.
Who knows?
The other person raised her hand and extended her arm, which just reached Hisoka's forehead.
"...Height?" Hisoka narrowed his eyes playfully. "That's not necessarily true~"
The next second, the other person tried to break free from his grasp, but he tightened his hold around her waist.
"Don't rush," Hisoka chuckled softly. "Don't make hasty judgments about something you haven't seen before."
His fingers slid down subtly and ambiguously. The "Nen" surrounding Hisoka became restless, stirring the killing intent hidden within him. Besides that, no other desire was enough to excite him. His laughter became increasingly suppressed. "As an exchange, why don't you warm up with me first~"
If Hisoka revealing his true name had completely extinguished Molerse's interest, then discovering she was stuck to Hisoka by his Nen ability at this moment brought her interest to an ice-cold point.
"My Nen ability, 'Bungee Gum'~" As usual, Hisoka proudly began to reveal partial information about his Nen ability to his opponent. "Once you're stuck, you can't escape~"
Damn it. Molerse grumbled inwardly. This battle-maniac is indeed inseparable from battle scenes.
It's inconvenient to have a one-on-one fight on a busy street. To enjoy a hearty battle, he would likely release "Bungee Gum" and then officially start fighting once they reached a suitable battle location.
At that point, there would be two options: "Fight" or "Flee."
Flee?
As a "player," running away without fighting would be too embarrassing.
When encountering a new enemy, shouldn't one try to provoke them, and then flee if the situation turned unfavorable?
If fighting, one must remember to leave an escape route, otherwise, it would be awkward if escape became impossible.
Although she chose "Fight," she couldn't let the battle proceed according to Hisoka's rhythm. He was a typical Transmuter, full of lies. The only thing certain was his obsession with "fruits" and his fervor for battle; everything else was untrustworthy.
The two of them, appearing like a couple so close they couldn't bear to be apart, walked side by side, away from the bustling city streets and into the sparsely populated outskirts, to an abandoned park with plenty of space.
As expected, Hisoka released "Bungee Gum" and let Molerse go.
Then came the mysterious technique of the second dimension, where "combing one's bangs with one hand results in instant styling," a move that became famous for the major antagonist Aizen Sōsuke from another work suddenly changing his appearance.
Hisoka's cheeks were also adorned with star and teardrop patterns, likely created using his Nen ability, "Kyōka Suigetsu" (Illusory Moonlight).
At this point, except for not wearing his clown outfit, Hisoka's appearance was indistinguishable from the original work.
There was no need to look at his expression; the "aura" surrounding him already proved his high spirits. His signature weapon, playing cards, also appeared between his fingers.
His golden eyes shifted to the playing cards. He smiled slightly and flipped one over. The suit was a spade, and the number was 4.
Molerse wasn't sure if 4 was a good number, but she only remembered that Hisoka's member number after joining the Phantom Troupe in the original work was 4.
In the future, Hisoka would be known as "the long-absent Reaper" in the Heavens Arena. When he killed a certain well-known supporting character, he also called himself "Reaper." For him, the number 4 was a personal preference, unrelated to luck or misfortune. However, for those fighting him, it was probably not a good number.
"Come onto me~" he said, hiding his mouth with a playing card, his tone almost doting, with an extremely pleasant lilt at the end of his sentence. "Honey~"
You're so flamboyant.jpg
Molerse found it difficult to judge which of the "Three Beauties" was the most flamboyant.
No, that wasn't important. The key was that Hisoka was anticipating an attack from his opponent. He liked to give his opponents the first move, to witness their all-out effort before destroying them—this was the greatest pleasure of his battles.
With his hands hanging naturally, Molerse dropped a hilt sword from her sleeve (actually [retrieved] from her "game inventory") and charged at Hisoka.
【Stillness】— This was Hisoka's first impression of Molerse as she entered her combat stance.
Just like a predator crouching before an attack, holding its breath, concealing everything about itself, waiting for the opportune moment to burst forth and strike at the vital point.
The opponent's physique was relatively small, likely not a power-type. The fact that she used a weapon also indicated the need to compensate for insufficient attack power. She should excel in speed, with strong burst potential, and stamina... that remained to be observed.
Hisoka was very confident in his fighting skills. He stood his ground, neither dodging nor evading, using "Ren" to increase the "Ren" in his hands and enhance their defensive power, attempting to catch the blade bare-handed.
The cold gleam of the blade seemed to carry a chill. No, it was pure killing intent condensed, carrying the weight of the departed.
The opponent was indeed bloodthirsty... a kindred spirit.
This blade might not be safely caught.
But so what?
The tip of the blade was mere inches from his eyeball, yet Hisoka's eyes widened, his golden pupils shrinking to a pinpoint. The curve of his lips widened even further.
At the critical moment, he tilted his chin up, and a sharp gust of wind grazed his nose.
Lowering his gaze, he admired his opponent's sword swing from above.
Blood droplets splattered onto his face along the arc of the blade. His expression was one of contentment, as if the blood wasn't his and had nothing to do with him. "I don't mind giving it to you~"
His right hand fell off at his wrist. The amount of blood spilled was surprisingly small. If observed with "Gyo," it could be seen that the cross-section of the wound was covered by Hisoka's "Ren," stopping the bleeding.
While Hisoka appeared recklessly unconcerned about losing limbs, he did take some care of his severed hand.
According to the timeline of the original work, Hisoka wouldn't join the Troupe for several more years, so he likely hadn't encountered Machi, a member of the Troupe, yet to have his severed limb reattached. However, there were certainly other Nen users in the Hunter world who could heal, and with the medical standards of this world, doctors could also perform surgery to reattach severed limbs. But Machi's Nen ability was fast and effective, with extremely high efficiency. Therefore, once Hisoka met Machi, she naturally became his first choice for treatment.
Having his right hand severed did not affect Hisoka's movements. With his left hand, he held a playing card reinforced by "On," and attacked the opponent who was fighting him in close combat.
And the opponent, seizing the moment when Hisoka used "Ren" to distribute "Ren" to his hands and reduce "Ren" in other parts of his body, kicked him in the abdomen while swinging the sword.
Hisoka adjusted his offense and defense speed extremely quickly. Coupled with his弓-like posture, he deflected the force in his abdomen, preventing the opponent's attack from landing successfully. He was also affected by his opponent's playing card attack, changing his offensive strategy to cutting down the incoming playing cards.
Having experienced the effect of being stuck, the opponent was extremely cautious about physical contact and adopted a rapid-attack strategy, intending to prevent Hisoka from attaching "Bungee Gum" to them.
While the lightning-fast temporary suppression was effective...
If he couldn't end the fight quickly, his openings would become more numerous as he tired. Hisoka felt the gradually increasing number of wounds heating up; rather, his whole body was heating up. Seeing the opponent's intention to end the fight quickly, he focused on defense, patiently waiting for the moment when the opponent's condition declined.
This is indeed a good warm-up exercise~ As a thank you, I will seriously... destroy her~
Ah~
Almost there~
Almost there~
That moment...
"Gotcha~" Specifically, he successfully stuck her.
*Bang!*
In the close-quarters combat between Nen users, a gunshot rang out, surprisingly abrupt. It was like primitive humans throwing rocks at each other, and one of them suddenly pulled out a non-existent technological artifact and opened fire.
The difference was that primitive humans were unaware of technology, while Nen users relied on their superpowers and underestimated the power of technology.
"Sir, times have changed."jpg
A burning, then a piercing pain. Blood stained Hisoka's thigh. He was surprised to find that his opponent, the hand not holding the sword, held a handgun. It was this handgun, when Hisoka thought he had the upper hand, that was pressed against Hisoka's thigh and shot through his leg.
It was a bit unexpected. Based on Hisoka's experience, opponents who used cold weapons wouldn't simultaneously use firearms.
When he held her hand earlier, there were no calluses on it; it was very smooth, not like someone who frequently used weapons. However, she used the knife very skillfully just now. He wondered if she usually protected her hands with "Ren," so they didn't develop calluses.
Now it seemed that those callus-free hands not only hid her experience with cold weapons but also her ability to use firearms.
However, only his leg was injured; this was completely insignificant.
Hisoka instinctively felt that she must have another purpose.
...So that's how it is.
Hisoka collapsed.
Poison.
Since she chose to accept various weapons, she should have known that her opponent was someone who would resort to any means, without scruples.
This type of poison was favored by interrogators, rendering the victim unable to move but still able to speak and feel pain.
Molerse knew Hisoka's pride. He valued the process, didn't casually stop opponents from using their skills, and enjoyed seeing opponents exert themselves to the fullest before systematically dismantling them. During this process, Molerse could get some opportunities to "bump into" him.
To test their respective strength differences, and perhaps to see if she could gain any other benefits, she would leave immediately if the situation turned unfavorable.
Actually, she hadn't expected to succeed in gaining any other benefits. When Hisoka collapsed, Molerse herself was a bit surprised.
He was a mid-level boss who had a significant role throughout the original manga, and she had successfully "bumped into" him like this?
"..." No, in the world of Nen users, there were too many examples of the weak defeating the strong. There were no absolute victories or defeats; even the strongest could be harmed by cunning tactics.
For instance, the Chairman of the Hunter Association, Netero, or the King of Ants, the ceiling of combat power in the original work, or...
Hisoka before her.
Unlike Molerse, who was lost in thought, Hisoka didn't condemn her unscrupulous methods. Instead, he watched her with an expectant expression, "What... do you want to do to me?"
Molerse pondered for a few seconds, clenched her fist, and made up her mind.
This was a golden opportunity to turn her "Three Beauties" collection rate from one-third to two-thirds; it wouldn't come again.
She couldn't hesitate further before the poison's effect wore off.
Fortunately, the warm-up exercise did have some effect, and Hisoka, despite being in a vulnerable position, didn't show any sign of losing his excitement, or rather, his interest was soaring.
Hisoka had completed his preparations. The more difficult part was now for Molerse. Blood from Hisoka's wound inevitably got on her clothes.
Lacking enthusiasm and with time pressing, Molerse frowned and slowly sat down. Swallowing dry rations without water made her feel uncomfortably full.
Driven solely by her collection rate goal, she endured for a full minute. After a few perfunctory movements, sweat broke out on Molerse's forehead.
As soon as the time was up, she left Hisoka with a sigh of relief, maintaining humanitarian principles by preserving some dignity for Hisoka's clothing and tidying it up for him.
Her mind was made up.
"..." Hisoka seemed stunned by her contradictory actions. He stopped probing her with words and silently watched her staggering, then retreating, desolate silhouette.
Tonight, the moon was beautiful.
[Achievement Unlocked: Rider on the Back of the Dragon]
["Three Beauties" Collection Rate: 2/3]