Hunter X Hunter, Reborn as a Kuruta Tribesmen

Razor raised his hand and wiped the small wound on his face, inspecting the blood on his fingertips.

Even though he had used all his strength to defend himself, he was still injured. That single fact hit him hard. If Rocky's attack had landed directly, he would likely be dead.

Razor's gaze shifted slightly, landing on Rocky, who had just retracted his energy.

*This kid… he's like a monster. No, even more than that,* Razor thought, his mind racing. *His talent might even surpass that of Ging!*

"Are you serious?" Rocky asked, his tone sharp and probing.

Razor nodded earnestly. "Absolutely."

Rocky exhaled heavily, relief evident in his expression. If his tribespeople were truly unharmed and not scattered across the world, it would save him a lot of grief.

"Sorry!"

It was not Rocky who said this, but Razor who was in front of him.

The unexpected apology from Razor left both Rocky and Piro stunned. Wasn't it supposed to be *them* apologizing? After all, they had misunderstood Razor.

"I didn't know you hadn't entered Greed Island on purpose," Razor began, his voice steady. "But because you were a Nen user, I automatically assumed you had forced your way in."

"If it had been a normal situation, I wouldn't have expelled you. I would've helped you leave Greed Island properly."

Razor raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. "I admit defeat in this game."

Rocky opened his mouth to speak, but Razor quickly cut him off.

"And this isn't me giving up for any petty reason. It's because your strength far surpasses mine."

Continuing, he glanced around at the prisoners. "If we kept going, you'd win, but I'd likely end up injured. That could give certain individuals ideas, so it's better if I forfeited now."

The prisoners exchanged uneasy glances, their faces betraying their conflicting emotions.

"I should be the one apologizing," Rocky admitted after a pause. "But right now, I need to know where my people are."

Razor nodded, his expression turning serious. "Follow me."

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Razor led Rocky and Piro to a private room. Before entering, he instructed his subordinates to repair the massive hole Rocky had blasted in the wall.

After closing the door, Razor took out a unique card and held it up for them to see.

"This is a teleportation card," he explained. "It's a special tool for the game masters. It allows us to transport designated objects—or people—to specific locations on the island."

Rocky and Piro exchanged puzzled looks.

Before they could question him further, Razor clarified, "After discovering that most of your people weren't Nen users, I used this card to teleport them to a safer location."

He continued, "My companions then helped send them out of Greed Island. I don't know where they ended up, but I assure you—they're safe."

Rocky's eyes narrowed. "Can you…"

"I'll send you there right now," Razor interrupted. "And I'll contact someone who can tell you more about where your people are."

Rocky nodded. "Thank you. I appreciate your help."

Waving his hand dismissively, Razor replied, "I'm the one who owes you an apology. I acted rashly and caused you unnecessary worry about your people."

With that, Razor activated the teleportation card.

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Rocky and Piro reappeared in a well-lit room, where a neatly dressed teenager greeted them with enthusiasm.

"You two must be the ones who defeated Razor!" he said, his voice full of admiration. "Wow, you're so strong! And a member of the Kuruta tribe, no less. I've heard so many stories…"

As soon as they met, a well-dressed teenager kept talking to Rocky and Piro.

Rocky recognized him immediately: List, one of Greed Island's creators.

"I'll take you to see Dwun," List said. "He's the one responsible for sending your people off the island."

They followed List to a cluttered, dimly lit room that reeked of neglect.

Inside, Dwun—a scruffy, unkempt man—stood to greet them. Unlike his usual dismissive demeanor, he seemed genuinely apologetic.

"Please, have a seat!" Dwun said, gesturing to two chairs.

Rocky and Piro hesitated, eyeing the dirty room warily, but they sat down anyway.

Dwun offered them tea and snacks, but the room's pungent odor killed any appetite they might have had.

"Where did you send my people?" Rocky demanded, his tone sharp. "Are they truly safe, as Razor claimed?"

Dwun scratched his head awkwardly. "Yes, they're safe. But…"

"But what?" Piro cut in, his voice tense.

Dwun glanced at List, who sighed before explaining. "When we saw your people, their attire looked like traditional ethnic clothing, and they couldn't understand a word we said. That raised some red flags, so Dwun contacted an expert in the field."

"An expert?" Rocky repeated, frowning. "Who?"

List hesitated before answering. "Ging Freecss. Have you heard of him?"

Rocky's eyes widened as his mind raced. *Ging?*

"That guy contacted Ging?" Rocky asked, incredulous.

"Ging is a relic hunter," List explained. "He's an expert in anthropology, history, and geography. If anyone could understand your people, it was him."

Rocky took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "And then what?"

Dwun stepped in. "Ging said the Kuruta tribe is essentially a living relic—a treasure of the world. He insisted that they must be kept safe, out of public knowledge, to prevent further tragedy."

Dwun paused before continuing. "He told me your people are likely the last remaining members of the Kuruta tribe. He promised to find a way to protect them."

Rocky's fists clenched. "So, where are they now?"

Dwun winced. "That's the problem… I don't know."

"What?" Piro exclaimed, his voice rising.

"We've tried contacting Ging again, but he's impossible to track," List said apologetically. "We were lucky to reach him the first time."

Rocky's jaw tightened. The good news was that his people were safe. The bad news? He still had no idea where they were.