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gon was determined.
not only did they get harassed into fighting with gido and his friends, they were barely knowledgeable to fight someone with strong nen.
“why did we agree to this.. gon barely knows the basics of nen categories.. he'll get pummeled for sure. ”you say softly and rest your fa ce in your hands, hiding your expression of grief from killua, wing, and zushi.
wing shook his head.
“i know what you mean, but gon is truly a stubborn boy, let's just hope he doesn't get too over his head. ”
“i just wish he wouldn't get too injured.. i assure you it won't turn out well. ”, zushi says with a sweatdrop.
“i'm just unamused because he thinks he could beat this guy with little to no brain cells. ”
that made you smile under your hands.
you took your arms away from your face and breathed out, slowly calming your nerves, clasping your hands together, and praying he didn't get hurt.
☄. *. * ⋆·˚ ༘ *
he got hurt, bad.
your heart slammed almost out of your ribcage when zushi met you in the hall, a drink in his hand.
“zushi! did you hear about gon? ”, you asked anxiously.
zushi, looking at your haggard form pursed his lips.
“well, i decided against going into the room because i heard killua talk very seriously to gon about his injuries, all i heard of his condition that he has multiple hairline fractures.
twelve cracked ribs, a broken ulna, and a broken arm. ”
your heart dropped into your stomach.
it's like your heart deliberately jumped off of a diving board and willingly jumped into a pool of nerves, anxiety, and vicious flesh-eating butterflies.
your breathing picked up at a fast speed, heart still hammering like a pair of stampeding bulls racing around on a cage.
