♚ ¹ˢᵗ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵂᶤᶰᶰᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ ²⁰¹⁷ [ᴴᵘᶰᵗᵉʳˣᴴᵘᶰᵗᵉʳ ᵂᵃᵗᵗʸ ᴬʷᵃʳᵈˢ] [ᴼᵗʰᵉʳ/ᴹᶤˣᵉᵈ ᴹᵉᵈᶤᵃ]
♚ ¹ˢᵗ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵂᶤᶰᶰᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴬᶰᵍᵉˡᶤᶜᴬᶰᶤᵐᵉᴬʷᵃʳᵈˢ [ᴴᵘᶰᵗᵉʳˣᴴᵘᶰᵗᵉʳ ᶜᵃᵗᵉᵍᵒʳʸ]
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The sound of Gon's hand making contact with the cement-table made me cringe. Even when I'm hidden behind these broken parts of the wall, I can't help but imagine the pain he's in right now because I would know how it felt like. After all, I had an arm wrestling once with one of the strongest fighters here... Uvogin.
"One more time," Nobunaga raised his arm back at the center.
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With his trembling bloody right hand, Gon clasped his hand with him ready for another round.
"Ready... Go."
SLAM!
He loses again.
I closed my eyes shut not knowing what to do. The only thing that was running in my mind was to figure out a way to get them both out of this situation. But after making eye contact with Killua, I knew he wanted me to stay put.
"One more time... Ready... Go!"
Gon's gritted teeth show that he was indeed using his full strength but his opponent remains expressionless.
"Hey, when it comes to arm wrestling, what's my rank among the spiders?" Nobunaga questioned alerting Gon.
"Seventh or eight?" Franklin said.
"You're not weak, but you're not strong, either," Machi added.
"And the strongest was this guy called Uvogin. But apparently, he was killed by the Chain user." Nobunaga eyes never left Gon.
"Like we already said, we don't know who that is!" Killua tried to interject but he was halted when Nobunaga slammed Gon's hand.
"Kid!"
"If you speak without permission again, I'll kill you."
His death glare caused froze Killua on his spot as cold sweat trailed down his forehead.
"One more time. Ready... Go!"
The cycle continues.
I can feel the sweat drench my skin, the thumping of my heart against my chest. My fingers are curled into a ball, nails digging into my palm. I can't hear my rapid breathing, but I can feel the oxygen flooding in and out of my lungs. Hesitantly, my eyes look at the scene in front of me and that's when I saw it.
A deep wound was sliced in the flesh of Gon's hand. It's slowly oozing out blood as he forced his hand to remain still.
Drip.
Drip.
Drop by drop his blood stained the rock-like table. And when the third drop has fallen, I knew it needed to stop.
"That's enough."
I made my way out of the shadows and into the light. Eyes glaring daggers at Nobunaga as if it could actually pierce through his skin.
