Hunter × Hunter Chapter 95: 3 Septembre 11

A tall, long-haired muscular man stands confidently in the center of the room with arms at his sides. To his left, a much shorter man in a striped uniform and spring-like legs stands upright with a stern face. In a small inset panel, the short man leans over a balcony while saying 'NO, NOT YET.' Below, a bald man in a suit raises his hand and declares 'I THINK EVERYONE'S HERE.' The tall man remains the dominant figure in the doorway as the group gathers.

In a crowded stairwell, suited men descend while a voice mutters, "PFF... I DON'T ANSWER TO THEM. I'LL CALM DOWN, BUT NOT FOR THEM." A bald man with a goatee leans forward and warns, "YOU SHOULD MIND YOUR LANGUAGE... YOU KNOW THE GODFATHERS APPRECIATE THE PREDICTION-GIRL." Nearby, another man questions, "HOW SO? ISN'T IT AN 8-PERSON TEAM?" A third figure snaps, "ANOTHER WHO IS ALL TALK," followed by "PFF!" and the statement "NOSTRAD CLAN HAS ONE MORE PERSON COMING." The scene shifts to an interior room where a door shuts with a sharp "clac." The bald man glares sideways in irritation. Quick cuts show close-ups of stern faces: a long-haired man, a mustached man, a sunglassed man frowning, and a downward glance from the bald figure. The final wide panel reveals Killua standing in the foreground with a serious, focused expression, flanked by the mustached man on his right and the sunglassed man on his left.

Inside a spacious meeting room, a man declares, "LET'S GET RIGHT TO THE POINT. THE REQUEST IS SIMPLE: ELIMINATE THE GENEI RYODAN." Another voice adds, "THERE'S A CHANCE THAT THEY MIGHT SHOW THEMSELVES TONIGHT AT THE AUCTION, WHICH TAKES PLACE IN THE CEMETERY BUILDING." A third states, "THE CROWD CONTROL WILL INFORM US WHEN THEY APPEAR." From off-panel, someone announces, "NOW, EVERYONE HAS GATHERED." The bald man with sunglasses leans in and asserts, "ONLY THE RESULTS MATTER. TELL US WHAT YOU NEED, AND WE WILL PROVIDE IT." He continues, "YOUR METHODS DO NOT MATTER, YOU MAY DO THIS HOWEVER YOU WOULD LIKE." In the lower section, several figures discuss code names: one says "CALL ME 'BLUE.'" Another replies, "AND I'M 'RED.'" A third suggests, "LET'S PICK COLORS." Further dialogue proposes, "LET'S CHOOSE CODENAMES TO USE FOR WHEN WE CONTACT EACH OTHER," while a map of the building and neighborhood is presented. A man in a striped hat and another with a topknot listen intently.

At a dimly lit table, several figures react with surprise as voices call out names. "SILVA ?" "ZENO..." "ZENO ?" "SILVA." An old bearded man and a tall figure with long hair sit among others in dark clothing. To the right, a stern man with long hair faces a scarred blond man who mutters "HOW CHILD-ISH..." A bandaged man asks "WHAT COLORS HAVE YOU CHOSEN?" while another snaps "HUH? YOU SAY SOMETHING?" The group discusses their approach. "WE'LL DO THINGS OUR OWN WAY." "YOU CAN CALL US, BUT WE WON'T ACCEPT ORDERS." A woman with flowing hair states "NO, THEY'RE OUR NAMES." The blond man retorts "THOSE AREN'T COLORS..." In profile, a man explains "IN NORMAL TIMES, WE DON'T REALLY HIDE." A sweating figure questions "THE ONES THAT NO ONE HAS EVER KNOWN WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE?" Another warns "SILVA... ZENO... DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE FROM THE ZOLDICK FAMILY?" A fierce man offers "WE'LL GIVE YOU A 30% DISCOUNT." The blond man growls "YOU NEVER KNOW, YOU MAY WANT SOMEONE KILLED." Finally, the scarred man demands "DO YOU WANT OUR BUSINESS CARD? THAT WAY, YOU'LL HAVE OUR ADDRESS AND PHONE NUMBER." The woman replies "OBVIOUSLY." The blond man concludes "WAIT... YOU'RE THE REAL ZOLDICKS? IT'S NOT A CODE NAME?"

A narrator notes that the rest of the team consists of low-level people who understand the difference in aura. A long-haired man thinks "I WAS RIGHT IN THINKING THAT THE AURA THEY GIVE OFF IS SUPERIOR TO THE OTHERS." He also wonders about Killua's family. Close-ups show intense eyes and a figure with a topknot. From behind, a character says "IT DOESN'T MATTER, WE WON'T BE CALLING ANYONE." Another replies "WHATEVER THE NAME." A third considers "MAYBE THOSE TWO..." The topknotted man insists "TO REACH OUR GOAL, WE AT LEAST NEED COLLABORATION." A man with a scar on his face states "YOU SEEM TO HAVE FORGOTTEN THAT WE'RE DEALING WITH THE RYODAN. ACTING INDIVIDUALLY, WE DON'T STAND A CHANCE." The long-haired man responds "WE WON'T FORCE OURSELVES TO COORDINATE OUR ACTIONS." The scarred man adds "I ALSO WANT TO MOVE AS I WISH." Others note "I COMPLETELY AGREE. WE ALL HAVE DIFFERENT IDEAS AND STYLES." and "EVERYONE'S FREE TO ACT AS HE LIKES." A small panel shows a young-looking figure with short hair. The topknotted man asks "AND, WHAT DO YOU THINK?"

A young woman with light hair stares forward with wide eyes as two speech bubbles appear beside her. She says, "THE ONES WHO NEED SUPPORT CAN USE THE MEN FROM THE 'COMMUNITY.'" Another voice adds, "A CLUMSY COLLABORATION WILL ONLY TANGLE US UP." In the next row, a man in a hat speaks with a boy who has spiky hair: "THERE'S NOTHING STOPPING THE ONES WHO WANT TO TEAM UP." The boy replies, "FIVE TO FOUR? THE CASE IS CLOSED." "ACTING ALONE IS FINE WITH ME." A final panel states, "IF EVERYONE ACTS DISCREETLY, THERE SHOULDN'T BE ANY PROBLEM." The scene shifts to a spacious hallway where a large speech bubble declares, "ONLY A FEW PEOPLE IN THE COMMUNITY KNOW WHO YOU ARE." Another answers, "WAIT. WE'LL LEAD YOU INSIDE THE BUILDING." A distant bubble notes, "THE AUCTION WILL BEGIN AT 9 PM." At the bottom, several suited men gather. One with sunglasses grins while a bald man with round glasses rubs his hands. A man with slicked-back hair asks, "HEY, NOSTRAD, HOW ARE YOU?" Another responds, "COULD BE BETTER." A voice says, "HE'S GOTTEN SOME INSURANCE, LATELY, THE LITTLE..." The group discusses a map of the building as they walk down the corridor.

In the hallway, a bald man with round glasses demands, "MY HANDS...?" and continues, "SHOW THEM TO ME. SAY, YOUR HANDS... HOW ARE THEY?" He accuses, "I'VE EVEN BEEN TOLD YOU'VE LOST YOUR DIGITAL STAMPS..." and mocks, "RUBBING YOUR HANDS TOGETHER ALL THE TIME, DON'T YOU GET BLISTERS?" A tall figure in a suit stands with his back to the viewer while others watch from the lobby. The bald man laughs loudly with "HA-HA-HA-HA" and Japanese SFX "がっはっは." A mustached man in profile looks on. The bald man then states, "AND NOW, YOU'RE DEALING DIRECTLY WITH THE GODFATHERS, AND TALK, RELAXED." He adds, "NOT LONG AGO, YOU WERE ONLY THE BOSS OF A PROVINCIAL CLAN." The mustached man replies, "I DON'T CARE MUCH FOR THE JEALOUSY OF OTHERS." Suddenly the bald man is struck with a powerful blow; the impact SFX "BTAM" explodes across the panel as his body is sent flying backward with motion lines and debris.

A man with sunglasses glares furiously, two exclamation marks flashing beside his face. In the next panel a voice yells "STOP !!!" while another shouts "ZENJI !!!" as dark silhouettes collide violently with sharp "VLAN" impact sounds. Kurapika, short blond hair and "M" vest visible, holds a thin chain taut against the bald man's throat. Zenji, sunglasses still on, bares his teeth and roars "GO AHEAD! YOU WANNA SLIT MY THROAT?! TRY IT!" and "WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" In the lower tier Zenji recoils with a pained "ARAH !!!" as bodies tangle on the floor. Voices call out "IT WON'T GET YOU ANYWHERE." "ZENJI, YOU TOO, RELEASE HIM." "STOP IT, KURAPIKA." A bearded man with a scar watches from the side while other suited figures stand in the background near a grid-patterned wall.

In a long hallway several people walk away from the viewer. A mustached man with slicked-back hair tells Kurapika "THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING." and "MY SUCCESS PUT A LOT OF PEOPLE UP TO WHAT THEY CAN'T HANDLE, AND THEY BECAME JEALOUS." He adds "IT'S FINE." while wiping blood from his mouth; Kurapika notes "YOU'RE BLEEDING." Two large white circles appear on black: "WHAT DO YOU THINK IS THE MOST IMPORTANT RELIABLE AND FULLY..." and "IN OUR TIME, THE MOST PRECIOUS THING IS INFORMATION." Kurapika walks ahead saying "I'M GOING TO CLIMB HIGHER." and "EVEN IF THE AMOUNT OF MY ENEMIES GROWS LARGER AND LARGER." The mustached man continues "THE ONE WHO IS ABLE TO SEE THINGS RELIABLE AND FULLY... WILL HAVE THE ABILITY TO GOVERN THE WORLD!" and finishes with "IN OTHER WORDS, 'PREDICTIONS.'" and "INFORMATION ABOUT THE FUTURE."

A young person with light hair stares ahead in profile against a dark background. "ACK," they reply curtly. Beside them, a close-up reveals a heavily scarred man with a thick mustache and intense eyes. "I'M RELYING ON YOUR ACTIONS," the scarred man states. He continues, "I INTEND TO GET EVEN WITH THEM." The scene shifts to a vast, star-filled night sky. Below, a sleek sedan drives through a sprawling city at night, its headlights cutting through the darkness as buildings and towers rise against the horizon.

The sedan speeds past a storefront labeled "Vritra". On a city street lined with parked cars, several police officers stand near vehicles. Inside a car, the young light-haired person and the scarred mustached man converse. "60% OF THE ELECTION CAMPAIGN OF THE CURRENT YORK SHIN MAYOR WAS FINANCED BY US," the scarred man notes. "THE POLICE ARE WORKING WITH US?" the young person asks. The scarred man replies, "IN A PERIMETER OF 1KM AROUND THE BUILDING, THERE ARE ONLY OUR MEN." He adds, "PLUS, THE CHIEF COMMISSIONER OF POLICE IS LOYAL TO THE MAYOR, SO DOING THIS IS A CHILDISH GAME." Two men stand outside: one in a police uniform holding a baton, the other a suited man with a tattooed arm and a gun. The officer says, "ANYONE WHO ENTERS WITHOUT AUTHORIZATION WON'T GET OUT."

A black car sits parked on a city street at night. A large speech bubble declares, "THE BOSS GAVE US THE SLIP!!" while another demands, "EXPLAIN IT IN DETAIL." On the right, Kurapika answers a cell phone with a sharp "HELLO?" as a panicked voice shouts, "AH! KURAPIKA?! WE'VE GOT A HUGE PROBLEM!" and an SFX reads "TOOOO." In a bustling indoor market, two disguised figures—a man in a head wrap and sunglasses and a shorter person in a hat and glasses—report what happened: "AFTER CHANGING CLOTHES IN THE BATHROOM, SHE DISAPPEARED. I THINK SHE WAS PLANNING IT FROM THE START." The taller one adds, "SHE LOOKED LIKE SHE WAS JUST DOING HER NORMAL SHOPPING, BUT..." Back at the car, Kurapika receives new orders: "YEP. RETURN TO THE HOTEL, AND WAIT FOR US." He reacts with surprise, "REALLY?!" and concludes, "IN THAT CASE, I THINK I MAY KNOW WHERE SHE MAY BE." The final panel shows an older mustached man in a suit, Nostrad, on the phone as Kurapika reports, "I THINK SHE'S GOING TO THE SAME PLACE WE ARE." Nostrad explodes, "WHAT?!" while someone else cries, "DON'T WORRY," and another voice asks, "WHAT'S GOING ON?" and "YOUR DAUGHTER HAS RUN AWAY." SFX include "KUF KOF ARF" and impact lines.

Nostrad speaks urgently into his phone, noting, "SHE DOESN'T SEEM TO, BUT SHE HAS A FORMIDABLE SENSE OF INTUITION." He confirms, "YES," and states, "SHE WANTS TO JOIN THE AUCTION." Another panel shows him saying, "TO THE AUCTION." Kurapika listens as Nostrad continues, "I DON'T KNOW HOW, BUT SHE KNEW YOU WERE LYING TO HER." A small cell phone graphic displays "bip" and "Tic" while someone warns, "WITHOUT AN OFFICIAL AUTHORIZATION, SHE'LL BE STOPPED AT THE ENTRANCE, OR AT A ROADBLOCK!" and adds, "BUT IT'S IMPOSSIBLE FOR HER TO GO!" Nostrad then orders, "I'D LIKE TO TRANSMIT AN ORDER TO THE GUARDS AT THE ROADBLOCKS," declaring, "IT'S RIGHT NOSTRAD, FROM THE NOSTRAD CLAN!" The bottom spread reveals a nighttime city highway with overpasses, streetlights, and distant buildings. Large bubbles explain, "IF A 17 OR 18 YEAR OLD GIRL PRESENTS HERSELF WITH OFFICIAL AUTHORIZATION, YOU HAVE THE ORDER TO STOP HER, AND PROTECT HER, SHE'S MY DAUGHTER!" and instruct, "WHEN YOU'VE LOCATED HER, CONTACT ME! HERE ARE SOME SIGNS TO LOOK FOR..." SFX show "bip bip" near a small figure on the road.

A pair of gloved hands operates a small stamping device with a sharp 'bip' sound. A sleek black sedan speeds along a nighttime highway. At a brightly lit roadblock, several uniformed guards stand ready. The sedan pulls up and the guards wave it through without issue. 'IT'S OKAY.' 'PASS,' one guard says. Inside the car, a suited man and a young girl with pigtails exchange words with the checkpoint staff. 'THANK YOU VERY MUCH,' the girl says politely. 'IT'S A GOOD THING YOU WERE HERE, OR I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN ABLE TO PASS THE ROADBLOCK,' the suited man adds. The guards step aside and the car continues onward. In a close-up, a young man wearing a headband and earring smiles broadly. 'YOU'RE WELCOME,' he replies.

Three guards discuss the recent vehicle. One recalls hearing the girl mention her father but being rejected because she lacked permission. Another notes the girl's appearance differed slightly from the description. A third wonders how long ago it happened. An officer on a phone receives urgent orders: if the girl appears again, stop her and call immediately. A mustached man named Nostrad, sweating heavily, shouts into a phone demanding that a printed document and his daughter's picture be sent to all guards so she can be found. He exclaims that it is right Nostrad and that they are too late. The pigtail girl, now outside the car, asks an older man if he has a map of the city. The older man, still sweating, offers to search for her. A close-up shows an elderly man's worried face. The girl clasps her hands together as a 'sat' sound effect appears.

In a dimly lit lounge filled with plants and nighttime city lights, two suited men sit at a table while a woman with long hair joins a dark-haired man at another table. "LET'S GET A DRINK," one man suggests. "WE STILL HAVE SOME TIME BEFORE THE OBJECTS OF THE AUCTION BEGIN TO BE SHOWN," replies his companion. The woman tells the man, "YES, THAT'S TRUE. THERE ARE EVEN HIGH RANKING PEOPLE WHO ASK FOR ME." The man responds hesitantly, "ER... I DON'T REMEMBER WHO TOLD ME, THOUGH... I'VE BEEN TOLD YOU'RE GOOD AT MAKING PREDICTIONS." Another man approaches and says, "OKAY. I'LL SIT DOWN THERE." A caption notes "↑ HOBO PICKED UP IN A PUBLIC PARK." The woman continues, "EVERY TIME, YES. IT SEEMS..." The man asks, "AND IT TURNS OUT TRUE EVERY TIME?" She instructs him, "WRITE DOWN YOUR FULL NAME, DATE OF BIRTH, AND BLOOD TYPE ON A PIECE OF PAPER." He replies, "IF YOU WANT." Excited, he exclaims, "WOAH! COOL! COULD YOU DO IT FOR ME TOO?" She explains, "YES, IT'S SYSTEMATICAL WRITING. MY HAND STARTS TO MOVE BY ITSELF, AND I WRITE." Then she asks, "'IT SEEMS'? YOU'RE THE ONE WHO MAKES THE PREDICTIONS, AREN'T YOU?"

The dark-haired man laughs, "HAHAHA! THAT'S NO BETTER!" The woman reacts with surprise. He adds, "MY FRIENDS CALL ME 'DANCHOU.'" She notes, "AND YOUR NAME ISN'T VERY COMMON." She reads aloud from the paper, "KURO RO LUCIFER, 26 YEARS OLD? YOU'RE A LOT OLDER THAN ME." The woman prepares to write, saying "I'M STARTING," with onomatopoeia "slat slat" as she taps the pen. A dramatic full-page panel shows her intense expression, hair flowing wildly, holding a pen with a monstrous aura effect around her arm. Below, a close-up reveals the man's eyes watching intently from the shadows.

A detailed aerial map of a sprawling city fills the top of the page, showing streets, buildings, and a river. Below, an older man with slicked-back hair and a chain necklace reacts with surprise as a voice explains the situation. A young woman with long light-colored hair and wide eyes stares forward tensely. Speech bubbles convey: "BUT HOW?" "!?" "APPARENTLY, YOUR DAUGHTER IS ALREADY IN THE CEMETERY BUILDING." "I DON'T KNOW HOW SHE DID IT, BUT..." A speeding car races across the next panel with motion lines and the onomatopoeia "Vroooo". The older man shouts, "DRIVER! HURRY!" while another voice replies, "NO MATTER, LET'S GO!" In the bottom panel, the young woman leans forward with her hair flowing, emitting "Shak Shak" sound effects near her hands, while a young man in a dark suit and tie watches her with a neutral expression.