Awakening of a Forgotten Threat

Chapter 26: The Blacksmith

Killua's POV (Because of StephHXHSAOpoke 's brilliant idea!) (P.S., the video sux so don't be surprised when it stops playing for no reason.)

I was sitting on a stool next to y/n's father's bed. Despite my early hatred for the man, I still sat by his bed. It was not because I cared for him. It was because I wanted answers that y/n wouldn't be able to give. Who was y/n, how did she lose everything, what kind of Nen user is she, what kind of family is the L/n family?

This bastard had all the answers.

But I was beginning to get impatient. The room was cold just by having the two of us in here. I almost slapped him in his face to wake him up, but I restrained myself in time.

Suddenly, I heard a small grunt. I darted my gaze to y/n's dad who had just opened his e/c eyes. Then those eyes looked over to me, and they widened.

"You..."

"Yeah, me." I responded coldly.

Y/n's father's lips curved into a composed smile. "Why are you here, when you could be next to my Darling?"

"You're not worthy of calling her that name, so stick to y/n." I narrowed my eyes at him. He kept his composed smile nonetheless.

"It appears I'm completely hated."

"You bet you are." I spoke indifferently. "The reason I'm here is to ask you a few questions."

(Play music)

Y/n's father's smile became wider. "Questions?"

"Yeah. First off, who the hell are you?" I leaned in slightly.

My fiancé's father closed his eyes and after a while, he answered. "F/n (father's name) L/n, top blacksmith of the L/n family."

I raised on eyebrow, intrigued. "Blacksmith?"

"I create all of our weapons," He opened his eyes. "Especially the one that shot y/n."

Immediately, hatred seeped into my body. He just admits that he shot his own daughter without any hesitation... "Next question. Why did you shoot y/n?"

Unexpectedly, he laughed. "That wasn't my fault, that was actually hers! She didn't even have the brain to dodge the bullet."

I gritted my teeth. "Next question..." I gulped and calmed myself down. "Who is y/n...?"

F/n's smile disappeared and he closed his eyes again. "Who is she, you ask?"

I kept my mouth shut.

"Y/n L/n, 14th Branch of the L/n family. She specializes in performing the unbelievable. Her choice of weapon is a pure silver pistol with Mercury tipped bullets. She can load a new magazine in 0.4 seconds. Yet she sometimes chooses scissors that are 14 in., so she is able to slice an opponent's head off in 0.5 seconds." He explained like a machine. I was surprised with how picky y/n was with her weapons. F/n continued. "She is also an exceptional housekeeper, which is essential for women of the l/n family. And, I must say," He opened his eyes again. "Damn, she can make a homemade cigar."

"So, you either treat her like a slave or a one-woman army." I summarized, raising one eyebrow.

"You're quick. On occasion. She is the perfect soldier." He made a composed smile again. "Do you have some business with her?"

Y'know, most men would be terrified of admitting to their girlfriend's father that they're going to be engaged to said girl, but I had no fear. Showed no fear. I just admitted it outright. "She's my fiancé."