Killua New World ( Englich)

little talk about Killua's past

After Killua had completed a mission on his own and won against a bizarre opponent, he witnessed two Domain Expansions on that day. Killua had no idea what these were at first until someone explained it to him. He couldn't fathom what kind of universe they were living in that allowed such things, but he shrugged it off.

Once they returned to the academy, or rather, the school, Killua found himself quite bored outside. However, he could see Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara training with some other guy. Killua really wasn't in the mood for it, so he sat on a bench and watched them train.

(I didn't notice the 2 because I just wanted to show the surroundings)

Killua watched as Yuji fought against Megumi. Yuji had definitely improved and had a good chance of winning, but Megumi was still better, Killua thought. He just wanted to relax for a while. He could have gone skateboarding or played around, but he wasn't in the mood. The quiet was actually nice—the breeze gently ruffling his hair, the fresh scent of recently mowed grass—it was all just so peaceful and relaxing. Finally, some time to unwind.

Feeling tired from the fight, Gojo suddenly appeared in front of Killua and ruffled his hair, which was typical of him. "No, I'm just chilling," Killua said, sounding bored. Gojo made a small "hmm..." noise as if he had an idea. He sat down next to Killua and stared at him.

Gojo: "So, Killua, want to tell me a bit about your parents?"

"Why?" Killua asked.

Gojo didn't really like Killua's boring demeanor; he preferred when Killua was angry or annoyed because it was always entertaining. He didn't like when people were dull, so he was determined to get a reaction out of Killua, either by making him talk or by simply being a nuisance.

"Ahhhh!" Gojo yawned.

"Ahhhhhhh!!" Gojo yawned again, this time louder.

"AAHHHHH!!!" Gojo yawned very loudly, which annoyed Killua, but he didn't do anything about it.

Gojo then had another idea. He placed his hand on Killua's stomach and began to tickle him. It worked—Killua started laughing but tried to hide it.

"Stop, hahahah, please, okay, wait—hahahah!" Killua couldn't finish a sentence because he was laughing so hard.

"Then let's talk," Gojo said, laughing and continuing to tickle Killua. "Tell me something about them, come on, don't be a spoilsport."

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you!" Killua shouted, and Gojo stopped tickling, eagerly waiting for him to start.

"Okay, just so you know, I'm not on good terms with my parents, so don't expect a nice, American TV family," Killua started. "I have three brothers: one older, one also older but fat, and a younger one. Then there are my parents and a guard dog. My family is a well-known and wealthy bunch—we live in a mountain estate, which says a lot. We even have a butler house where many butlers live. Some of them I don't even know, and I hate most of them, but there's only one butler I like," Killua explained.

Gojo: "Keep going. If this means you don't have a good relationship with your family, I'm curious to hear more."

Killua: "Well, I ran away from them. I fled from home."

Killua said this very quietly, but Gojo understood. He asked why. Killua really didn't feel like talking more, but he went on anyway.

Killua: "I fled because they had high expectations for me—like I was supposed to become the new head of the family and continue the family business. I didn't want any of that. I had to train constantly from when I was about three or four years old and was forced to carry out missions, including killing people, some of whom were even well-known. The whole torture thing didn't make it any better."

"Torture?" Gojo asked, intrigued.

"Yes," Killua confirmed. "They'd mix poison into my food several times, chain me up in the torture room, and my fat brother would whip me. My other brother would often chase me, torture me, and try to control me completely. He even put a needle in my head to control me. This went on until I was twelve. My mother was just like my brother—she always wanted me to accept becoming the new Zoldyck head. My father, just like my grandfather, had high expectations for me. I had to fight in an arena from around the age of six or seven, battling people for money. I made it up to the 200th floor and earned a lot of money, but that didn't change the fact that I was forced to do it. Honestly, I hate my family. My brother tries to manipulate me, my fat brother tortured me, and my mother is the worst—she acts like I should accept becoming the new head of the Zoldyck family. She even talks to a supposedly friendly mother figure. But whatever," Killua said, somewhat emotionless.

Gojo looked at him with a very serious expression.

Gojo's mind was racing with thoughts. Killua was only 13 and had already endured so much. Gojo didn't even want to imagine the kinds of torture Killua's parents might have used. When he thought of torture, he could easily imagine it involving electricity, which might explain why Killua was so resilient. But no matter what, the amount of suffering and stress Killua had gone through in his childhood was heart-wrenching. Gojo genuinely felt sorry for him. If Killua's parents were here, Gojo would defend him fiercely, ensuring they couldn't get anywhere near him. However, he didn't want to dive too deeply into the topic right now. It was clear that Killua had endured what could only be described as traumatic experiences for someone so young.

As they continued to sit on the bench, Gojo lifted Killua and placed him on his lap, playfully messing with his hair.

"Well, I guess I'll just sit on your lap then," Killua said, sounding bored.

In Gojo's thoughts: The kid really deserves better than this. It's awful that he had to go through all of this by the age of 13. The worst part is that it continued up until his 13th year. But one thing is for sure—his hair is incredibly fluffy, soft, smooth, and fluffy like a cloud. I'd love to style it, but maybe not today. That would probably just make Killua even angrier, which would make the whole situation even more amusing.