The assassin's blade gleamed in the dim light as he stood over Kilua, his cold eyes watching with the detached interest of a predator. Blood stained the ground beneath Kilua's feet as the young Zoldyck struggled to stay conscious. Every breath felt like it could be his last as pain coursed through his body. But even in the face of death, Kilua's resolve didn't waver. The darkness of his past, the weight of his family's expectations—they had always been there, suffocating him, but now, they were no match for the fire burning in his chest.
He had fought against it for so long, but he knew now that he would never truly escape. The Zoldyck legacy wasn't something that could be outrun or denied—it was part of him, and it would always come for him. But Kilua wasn't ready to accept that fate. Not yet.
With a grunt of effort, he pushed himself up, his hands shaking with pain. His Nen flared to life, wrapping around him like an invisible shield. His eyes locked onto the assassin, and for a brief moment, the world seemed to slow.
"I'm not done yet," Kilua gritted out, his voice strained but filled with defiance. "You'll regret underestimating me."
The assassin's lips curled into a smile, but it was a smile devoid of warmth. "You're stronger than I expected, Kilua. But it won't be enough."
With a swift movement, the assassin lunged, his blade cutting through the air with deadly intent. But Kilua was faster—his instincts kicking in as he narrowly avoided the strike. The assassin's blade grazed his side, but Kilua was already spinning to counter. He summoned his Nen, focusing it into a single, powerful surge of energy.
"Thunderbolt!" Kilua shouted, his body glowing with the intensity of his Nen. A surge of electricity shot out from his hands, crackling through the air.
The assassin's eyes widened in shock as the blast struck him, sending him flying backward. The force of the impact left him momentarily stunned, but he quickly recovered, his expression hardening with anger.
"You're a fool," the assassin spat, wiping blood from his mouth. "You can't fight what's coming. The Zoldycks are inevitable. You will never escape them."
Kilua's heart pounded in his chest, but he refused to let fear take hold. "Maybe. But I'll fight until the end."
With a fierce roar, Kilua rushed forward, using his Nen to enhance his speed and strength. He closed the distance between them in an instant, launching a flurry of rapid strikes. The assassin barely managed to parry, his movements increasingly sluggish as Kilua's attacks battered him from all sides.
But just as Kilua thought he had the upper hand, the assassin grinned, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
"It's too late," the assassin said coldly. "You can't escape what's been written for you."
Kilua's eyes widened as the assassin's Nen flared, a dark, oppressive energy that seemed to choke the very air around them. The ground beneath them cracked as the assassin activated his ultimate technique—a deadly, soul-shattering attack that would end this battle once and for all.
Kilua's body froze as the energy surged toward him. He could feel it—an overwhelming force that threatened to consume him. His Nen, though powerful, seemed inadequate in the face of such raw power. His body was failing him, his injuries catching up to him, and the weight of his fate seemed heavier than ever before.
"No… I won't die like this," Kilua thought desperately. He wasn't ready to let go. He couldn't. Not after everything.
In that moment of desperation, a flash of light appeared before him—a sudden burst of energy that disrupted the assassin's attack. The dark power dissipated, and Kilua felt the pressure lifting, the suffocating weight that had been pressing against him vanishing.
The assassin looked around in confusion, trying to figure out what had happened. But before he could react, a figure appeared from the shadows—a figure that Kilua had never thought he would see again.
"Leorio!" Kilua gasped, disbelief in his voice.
Leorio stood before him, his body glowing with a golden aura as he summoned his Nen. Hisoka's earlier betrayal, the manipulation by the Zoldycks, everything that Kilua had faced—all of it had led to this moment. Leorio had arrived, not as an enemy, but as an unexpected ally.
"You're not alone, Kilua," Leorio said firmly, his gaze unwavering. "I know what's at stake. And I'm not letting you do this by yourself."
With a surge of Nen, Leorio joined the fight, his power pulsing around him. The assassin recoiled, his expression filled with shock and anger.
"You shouldn't have interfered, Leorio," the assassin warned. "You don't know what you're dealing with."
Leorio didn't hesitate. "Maybe. But I've seen enough of Kilua's strength to know that he won't back down. And I won't either."
Together, Kilua and Leorio launched a coordinated attack, their Nen combining into a single, unstoppable force. The assassin staggered under the onslaught, unable to keep up with the sheer power of their combined attack. With one final strike, the assassin crumbled to the ground, defeated.
Kilua stood panting, blood dripping from his wounds, but his heart was still beating with fire. He had won—barely. But it wasn't just the fight that mattered now. It was what came next.
The Zoldycks were not finished with him. They had only just begun to show their true power. Kilua knew this, but with Leorio's help, he felt a small spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, he could carve out a future for himself.
The legacy of the Zoldycks would not define him.
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