To The Other Side (7)

The question obviously was pinning on him. Black Shadow asked the question for the purpose of understanding Hisoka’s process of thought.

He flexed his hand and uncurled his fingers. A bunch of cards appeared as he made a magic trick. One, two, three, four, and soon it was countless. The cards were flying around and shot up from within his palms.

Sleepy and Smile admired the sight.

Magic.

That was the attribute that Hisoka inherited. Even when they called it a trick, actually, it wasn’t a trick. Hisoka was similar to a wizard who could do anything in the name of magic. He was quite a perfect Potential Lab Rat albeit not really.

That was because the only perfect or complete Potential Lab Rat was only Shadow.

One and only. No one could compare.

“There’s a wound in you, the tricks, the slick card game, the dice that you tossed– they felt like therapy, didn't they?” Black Shadow started.

A wound? He studied his hand dumbfoundedly although he knew the exact meaning of the sentence. He ope