I died of old age—alone.But I wasn't sad. I had lived exactly the life I wanted. Solitude suited me; conversations always felt like unnecessary work.
Then—
I opened my eyes.
1973:
And I was a baby.
1978:
As the years slipped by, the truth assembled itself piece by piece.
My new name was Leo, and I had been reincarnated into the world of Hunter x Hunter. I realized it almost immediately—because I had been born into the Kurta Clan.
The revelation filled me with a strange mix of emotions.Excitement—because this was my favorite anime.Dread—because I knew exactly how the Kurta would die.
If I didn't act, I wouldn't even reach twenty-five.
Learning the language and writing system of this world wasn't difficult, but I couldn't help resenting whoever reincarnated me without giving me a proper cheat.
Well… technically, I did get one.A "map" of the Hunter World. It tracked locations and routes, though nothing from the Dark Continent—not that I planned to go there; that would be suicide.
And that was it.A map. Useful, but disappointing. I had half-hoped for something broken, something flashy.
Then again… maybe being born with Kurta blood—while the massacre was still twenty years away—was a cheat in its own right.
Even though I complained about how limited my "cheat" was, I chose to accept it. Who knew—if I didn't fully embrace it, maybe it would vanish altogether. At least I still had one major advantage: I knew a lot about Nen, and I knew the future. The Kurta clan massacre would happen in 1994; now it was 1978, and I was just five years old.
So I made a plan early.
I wrote everything I remembered about Nen into a blank journal. Every day, I trained my body, sharpened my mind through meditation, and kept my distance from everyone. Just like in my previous life, I refused to form attachments.
Even with my "parents."
Well—what used to be my parents.
When I was still very young, several Kurta were kidnapped, including them. This happened before the clan relocated to Lukso Province—meaning Kurapika hadn't even been born yet. Their disappearance was what led to the move.
I didn't feel sad. And I didn't feel angry. There was no urge for revenge. To the others, I must have seemed hollow—some probably thought I'd broken, while others assumed I simply didn't know how to express myself.
After the incident, one of the elders—who had known my parents—took responsibility for me. I didn't need the care, but I accepted it. Even so, I made sure not to grow attached.
My goal had already been decided:
Leave the village at eighteen.
So I trained everyday.
I pushed my body through harsh physical exercises and meditated relentlessly in hopes of unlocking Nen early. Whenever the elder saw me, he watched with quiet sadness. He probably assumed my emotionless behavior was the result of hidden grief, some silent pursuit of vengeance.
He never tried to stop me anymore. He had tried once, but I never listened unless my life was in immediate danger—and that situation never came. The Kurta Clan, despite their Scarlet Eyes, were incredibly gentle with their own people.
I never relied on them to learn Nen.They didn't know it anyway, and even if they had, I wouldn't have asked.
I believed I could learn it myself.In my past life, I was a prodigy and a genius of effort at so many field.
1979:
When I finally opened my aura, I felt genuine happiness. I performed Water Divination and discovered I was an Enhancer—perfect for me. I preferred straightforward strength. Still, I found it a bit strange; I had expected to be a Transmuter, Conjurer, or Manipulator based on my nature and personality. Maybe it was because I had wished to be an Enhancer since I was young… well, all the better for me.
After that, I mastered the basics, then the advanced principles, and even started crafting my own ability—something that would synergize with my Scarlet Eyes.
I also developed my own fighting style, using everything I remembered from my previous life. And honestly, with all the anime I'd watched, I figured I could recreate—or even refine—techniques inspired by those worlds. Normally that sort of thing would be impossible… but this was an anime world, so it felt strangely feasible.
That was when I finally understood why Uvogin once acknowledged the Kurta's strength: some Kurta member naturally manifested Nen without even realizing it, and their physical abilities were already extraordinary—especially when their eyes turned scarlet.
I trained and trained, and time continued to move.
1991:
Eventually, I turned eighteen.
I had grown strong—stronger than the average Nen user—but still for me is still weak.
I wanted to keep growing, but the village lacked training facilities, and resources. I couldn't push my limits or discover new methods.
Either way, it was time to move on.
When I told the elder I wanted to explore the outside world, he made me take a series of tests:A written exam.An oral exam.And a trip into town to buy groceries—without losing my temper—with a partner I picked.
I passed all of them easily.
Unlike Kurapika, I chose a partner with the most self-restraint—a boy around my age. I didn't know him well, but I had observed him enough to know he never lost his composure. He agreed without hesitation, and we headed into town riding a Piko—a creature that looked almost like a Chocobo from Final Fantasy.
Three hooligans tried to provoke us along the way, hurling insults and sneering. We ignored them completely and beside I know they are being hired by the elder. But That only enraged them further—enough that all three suddenly hurled rocks at us from our blind spot.
My partner glanced back just in time to see a rock about to hit him—far too close for him to react—and then, with a single hand, I catch all three stones before they could make contact to any of us.
The hooligans stared, stunned.
My partner, was shocked by how quickly and effortlessly I had caught them. But he also tensed, thinking I was about to retaliate. He opened his mouth to tell me to calm down, but I spoke first, quietly assuring him that everything was fine.
Then, without activating my Scarlet Eyes or using Nen, I tightened my grip around the rocks and crushed them to dust. The fragments slipped between my fingers as I turned back toward the hooligans with a slow, unsettling smile.
The trio froze—as if imagining themselves being crushed just as easily. A heartbeat later, they spun around and bolted in fear.
My partner was clearly intimidated too. Still, he was amazed and thanked me he hadn't been able to react at all when the rock was inches from hitting him. I said nothing. To me, it was nothing special—laughably insignificant compared to the real threats lurking in this world. And besides… his thanks didn't mean much. He would die in a few years, and I didn't even know his name.
After that, we completed our errand without any further trouble. Once we bought everything, we returned straight to the village.
I just wanted to finish the test and leave quickly.
When the day finally arrived, I'd already packed my belongings and the money I'd saved. The entire Kurta Clan gathered to send me off. I told them it was unnecessary—after all, I had barely spoken to most of them—but they came anyway.
The elder reminded me not to seek revenge, and told me I was always welcome to return—that if I didn't come back, I should at least send letters from time to time.
I nodded silently. I had no intention of explaining that revenge wasn't even on my mind.And honestly, I doubted I would ever return.I probably wouldn't send any letters, either.
My destination was simple:
Heaven's Arena.
The perfect place to earn money and gain real combat experience well i don't think the combat experience is that much because i don't i plan to go to 200s floor the main reason is money but still better then nothing and i also intend to bet too i bet there is betting system in heaven arena my goal is one billion or more after earning money i use it to buy something that making me stronger.
I had considered getting a Hunter License first, but I decided to wait until the anime's plot began. It would be easier then. Strength alone wasn't enough to pass; I was sure the exam demanded far more than raw power.
Waiting for the plot to start, however, meant meeting Hisoka was inevitable.Just thinking about crossing paths with him sent a small chill down my spine… but it was a manageable risk. If I took the exam now, I might run into completely unknown threats—unpredictable I had no information about. Even if the chances were low or maybe i can success easily, but still I wasn't willing to gamble on a version of the exam I knew nothing about. I'd rather face the one I understood.
At least with Hisoka, I knew what to expect—and he had far more interesting targets than me, anyway.
That alone made things feel a little safer. Hopefully.
Well, if he did decide he wanted to fight me.....I'd think about it if the time came. For now, my focus was Heaven's Arena.
Heaven's Arena was similar in that sense, but predictable. And compared to an exam filled with unknown variables, Heaven's Arena was far safer.
To get there, I first needed to reach a nearby city and buy a plane ticket. The elder asked if I was sure I didn't want to take a Piko for the journey, but I told him I'd walk. He accepted my decision without pressing further. With nothing left to do, I set out from the village. As I walked away, the Kurta clan members stood along the path, waving and wishing me safe travels.
I didn't wave back, didn't say goodbye, didn't even say thanks.
But I did glance back—for just a moment.
At the edge of the crowd stood two adults holding the hand of a small boy. A nine-year-old Kurapika.
A faint sting of guilt flickered inside me—but only faintly.
I probably could have saved his clan. I could have taught them Nen to defend themselves, or warned them about the future massacre so they could move—or maybe they could have scattered to survive.
But the truth was simple:
I wasn't the type to build relationships. Maybe I could have saved them—but I didn't want to try. I knew changing the course of events wouldn't affect me or the protagonist, and there was a small chance of failure. I wasn't willing to take that risk—I would only risk it if I were truly confident.
So I looked away and continued my journey.
My own survival came first.
…
Still, sometimes I wondered what would happen if Kurapika ever learned the truth—that I could have saved them, but chose not to.
Well… only time will tell.