HxH: Ryomen... Satoru?

As they passed a tent labeled "Fortune Telling," Neon stared at it curiously for a long moment.

"Let's get a fortune reading!" she said, pointing at the tent.

Her Nen ability allowed her to predict the future for others, but she couldn't use it on herself.

The white-haired boy didn't protest as she eagerly dragged him into the tent.

Inside, the tent was cluttered with all sorts of props. Behind a simple table sat a woman cloaked in black, with a crystal ball resting atop the table.

"She's actually using a crystal ball for fortune-telling!" Neon exclaimed in amazement.

It looked much fancier than her own ability, she thought.

Dalzollene, following behind them, hesitated to speak.

Miss Neon, is it possible that, unlike you, she's just a fraud?

"Can you tell me about my future?" Neon asked as she sat down.

The white-haired boy casually lounged in a nearby chair, leaning back, crossing his legs, and half-closing his eyes as he studied the so-called fortune-teller.

The fortune-teller stretched out her hands, rubbing the crystal ball theatrically. After a moment, she stared intently into the ball, as if seeing something.

"Young lady, your future love life… will be full of challenges," the woman said with a troubled expression.

"You're lying!" Neon slammed her hands on the table, jumping up from her seat. "That's not how fortune-telling works! You're a fraud!"

"How can you call me a fraud…" The woman clutched the crystal ball, clearly displeased.

"Alright, Miss Neon," Dalzollene intervened, gently holding her back. "The fortune-tellers at amusement parks are just here to entertain guests. It's all fake—it's just part of the attractions…"

Neon Nostrade was a natural-born Nen user. Ever since her ability was discovered, her father, Light Nostrade, had kept her under tight protection.

Protection? It was more like confinement and surveillance.

As a result, despite her age, Neon lacked much basic common sense and still behaved like a child.

"So, it's all fake…" Neon muttered, grabbing the white-haired boy's hand. "Let's go. When we're done here, I'll give you a real fortune-telling. I'm an actual fortune-teller," she said with a tone of proud boastfulness.

"Alright, I'll look forward to it," the white-haired boy replied with a rare, obvious smile. There was a hint of amusement in his expression, though Neon didn't notice.

"For the last ride… let's do the Ferris wheel!" she said, pointing to the slow-turning wheel in the distance. "You can even have a meal on it!"

She was clearly excited about the idea of dining on the Ferris wheel, her tone brimming with enthusiasm.

"Then let's go," the white-haired boy said casually.

Neon eagerly pulled him toward the Ferris wheel.

Dalzollene and the team of bodyguards tried to follow them inside, but Neon stopped them.

"No way, you guys can take the next one. Too many people in here will ruin it," she said, pointing to the Ferris wheel behind them.

"But, Miss Neon…" Dalzollene looked conflicted.

They were supposed to stick to her like glue, protecting her at all costs.

"What's the big deal? Cyr is stronger than all of you anyway. With him here, there's nothing to worry about," Neon said matter-of-factly, holding the boy's hand.

She didn't care how much her comment might hurt Dalzollene and the other bodyguards.

"…" Dalzollene turned to the white-haired boy, who stood there lazily, his expression indifferent as he cast them an uninterested glance.

"Let's go have fun," Neon said, pulling Cyr along and leaving Dalzollene and the others outside.

"Damn it…" Maro muttered as he stood outside, watching the Ferris wheel begin to turn. His face twisted with jealousy and frustration.

He stood there, glaring at the Ferris wheel as it rose higher and higher. 'I've never even had the chance to ride a Ferris wheel with Lord Cyr! Damn it!'

Beside him, Dalzollene sighed, his expression helpless.

It seemed Miss Neon had started to disdain them.

Their gazes met, and for a brief moment, Dalzollene and Maro glared at each other with mutual hatred.

'It's all your master's fault!'

Inside the Ferris wheel, as it climbed higher, Neon leaned against the window, peering down at the amusement park below. She caught sight of Dalzollene and the others standing on the ground.

"This is the first time Dalzollene and the others haven't followed me," she said, her tone brimming with delight.

"It's all because of you. If it weren't for you, my dad would never have agreed to let me come out to play." She turned to Cyr, her happiness written all over her face.

'That's because they're worried I'll kill you all.' Cyr thought to himself, his mind calm and detached.

'Still, for 20 billion, we can coexist peacefully.'

He lowered his gaze to the crowds of tourists milling around the amusement park below, his expression unreadable.

"Next time, I…" 'want to come out and play with you again.' Neon began, but before she could finish her sentence, the Ferris wheel suddenly shuddered.

The entire structure tilted sharply, sending a wave of unease through the air.

A deafening explosion rang out from below, followed by panicked screams as the crowd scattered in terror.

"Lord Cyr!" Maro shouted, his reflexes taking over as he reached toward the Ferris wheel that now leaned dangerously.

In an instant, cold, glimmering ice began creeping upward from the Ferris wheel's base, freezing it in place and halting its collapse.

At the same time, a convoy of dozens of black cars sped into the amusement park. Over a hundred men in black suits poured out of the vehicles, immediately pulling out guns and firing indiscriminately at the crowd.

"Damn it…" Maruo muttered, one hand steadying the frozen Ferris wheel while the other summoned blocks of ice around himself to serve as shields against the incoming bullets.

'I'll never forgive these bastards for ruining Lord Cyr's day.' he thought bitterly.

The ice shields shattered repeatedly under the gunfire, but new ones continued to form. Occasionally, frosted blades of ice materialized and lashed out, striking at the gunmen in black suits.

If Maro's abilities faltered, he knew the bullets would tear him apart.

"Lord Cyr…" Maro gritted his teeth, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on the Ferris wheel.

"More ice, now!" Dalzollene barked.

'Damn it! If it weren't for Lord Cyr, I wouldn't care about your lives at all!' Maro thought furiously as he reinforced the shields for the others.

Dalzollene, using the cover of Maro's ice shields, directed the bodyguards to draw their weapons and fire back at the attackers.

What had once been a joyful amusement park now turned into a battlefield for a gang war.

"They're up there!" someone shouted, pointing at the Ferris wheel.

Suddenly, someone on the ground shouted, drawing the attention of everyone below to the sky above.

The white-haired boy stood midair, holding the purple-blue-haired girl in his arms. From above, he looked down on the chaotic battlefield below, as if watching a boring play unfold.

"Kill those two!" someone yelled, hefting what looked like a rocket launcher and firing it at the pair in the sky.

The missiles shot forward with blazing sparks and trailing smoke. Neon turned her head away, squeezing her eyes shut in terror.

"The power is decent, but you'd need to actually hit your target for it to matter," the white-haired boy remarked.

Despite carrying someone, his movements were effortless as he dodged every missile.

Wherever he passed, the lives of those below were snuffed out one after another.

When Neon dared to open her eyes again, she found herself unharmed, still gliding through the sky.

The missiles, though ferocious and dangerous, failed even to graze them.

"Which faction sent these people this time? This is so boring."

She heard the boy's voice, cold and uninterested.

Instinctively, she looked into his eyes. Those cerulean-blue eyes were as calm and breathtaking as ever.

Below them, the Ferris wheel remained frozen in its crooked posture, held in place by layers of frost. The ground was covered with countless shards of reflective ice, glinting like mirrors in the chaos. Gunfire and explosions filled the air with unrelenting noise.

The wind rushing past them carried the acrid stench of smoke and blood.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

Neon could hear her own heartbeat, pounding louder and faster with every passing second.

She felt as though her heart had never raced this fast in her life.

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