Wish Of A Shooting Star

7

" Sometimes it's better for you to find it out yourself. "

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Eyes immediately turn wide as soon as familiar words filled the air. (Y/n) looked at Kurapika as if she had seen a ghost. Even he was curious too?! Well if he was asking..then that must mean he was also curious. She can't really tell them, she doesn't even know how to explain nen! Yeah sure it's about aura but she can't say it to them. Her incapability to talk about nen was all due to her uncle's warning. She would only say it to people who she deemed worthy.

But all of these people seemed worthy to her.

Her opinion on Leorio is a little shaky at the moment but she trusts him. A little bit anyway

The girl's lips arch into a frown as she pulled out the tissue pieces she stuffed in her nostrils. She was able to breathe now, but there was still some congestion. (Y/n) concluded earlier that she broke her nose, which mean it'll take her a while to heal. At the max..around a week or two. Seeing as they were staying here for around 2 and a half days, she could heal faster. At the very least she wasn't outside and doing anything physical.

(Y/n) throws the tissues away in a nearby trashcan, leaving Kurapika's question unanswered. She could feel the gaze of Killua and Gon on her, and soon Leorio looked at her too.

"Yeah..what the hell did you do during your match?" Leorio sat up and fixed his glasses. His legs were far apart and his arms rested on his lap. He faced her. Everyone had done so.

(Y/n) was in the spotlight.

A soft laugh comes from the girl as she looked around her, her hands stuffed in her pant's pockets. She shook her head, smiling to herself. (Y/n) had already settled that they were indeed worthy, but now seemed too soon. It was best to tell them that they were..seeing things. If they ever believe that excuse.

"I don't know what you guys are talking about. We had regular fisticuffs back in my match. I blocked with ease of course." (Y/n) spoke. She moves back to the couch, sitting in her old spot. She had her backpack on her lap, hugging it as a form of comfort.

"You don't look like the type of person who could handle a punch. The prisoner you were going against was clearly stronger than you, physically that is." Killua added in to their conversation. He was leaning against a wall and had his hands stuffed in his pockets. A pout displayed on his face as he connected eyes with Kurapika.

"You know she's never going to answer. I've been asking her since the start of the exam and she's not speaking up." A hum comes from the albino, turning his eyes away from the blonde's steel grays.

"Is..that so?" Kurapika responded. He shifts his gaze to connect with (Y/n)'s. She was clearly avoiding this topic for some reason.

But was there a reason to press her on such a matter? Perhaps not.

However, at the same time Kurapika knows that his curiosity is going to eat him up eventually. He knows something blocked the physical exchanges between the girl and her opponent, but it was transparent. He couldn't see anything that could cushion such a blow. Nothing appeared in front, not a pillow, nothing. It was clear.

The male was sure of what he saw, though..the more he thought about the situation, he comes to a separate conclusion that he might have seen something else. What if she said was true? That she blocked with ease and that she wasn't damaged as much. The distance between the arena platform and their hallway was a large length. Maybe he was seeing things, and he was imagining it. There really can't be a logical explanation for it.

That is, at least, what Kurapika thought.

"That's simple. You think I'm magic when I'm clearly not, you big dummy," (Y/n) stuck her tongue out and smiled, "Besides! It's not important. I think you guys are gonna learn it..eventually. Even if I tell you guys about it, you guys are gonna be like 'Oh can you teach us how to use it?' as if I can actually teach it."