*Kalluto used Ko, focusing aura into his fingertips.*
"The string breaks from the force of Nen touching it. That's why it worked for the promise to not channel any as part of Gon's punishment. The bandana will stay intact, but the aura around it will fizzle. Just let me..."
*As the Nen moves, he feels it flow around a recess in the bandana's aura, one which pushes extremely hard against his own with reactive force. Frowning, he spikes his aura, pushing an overwhelming amount into it, before feeling a familiar presence, and switching to a fighting form immediately.*
"He's here! And he's put something in you!"
*Kalluto leaps between Killua and his cabin door, with shining aura reserves that were honed through many missions with the Zoldycks and now the Spiders. Paper triangles start flowing out of every corner of the room. Every crevice between furniture, every fold in a hanging item of clothing, suddenly had paper pouring out of it. Within a few seconds, the sheer momentum of the masses of paper had created a whirlwind that tugged at the loose parts of Killua's clothes. In his eyes were death.*
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Date: 2025-03-22 02:03 am (UTC)"The string breaks from the force of Nen touching it. That's why it worked for the promise to not channel any as part of Gon's punishment. The bandana will stay intact, but the aura around it will fizzle. Just let me..."
*As the Nen moves, he feels it flow around a recess in the bandana's aura, one which pushes extremely hard against his own with reactive force. Frowning, he spikes his aura, pushing an overwhelming amount into it, before feeling a familiar presence, and switching to a fighting form immediately.*
"He's here! And he's put something in you!"
*Kalluto leaps between Killua and his cabin door, with shining aura reserves that were honed through many missions with the Zoldycks and now the Spiders. Paper triangles start flowing out of every corner of the room. Every crevice between furniture, every fold in a hanging item of clothing, suddenly had paper pouring out of it. Within a few seconds, the sheer momentum of the masses of paper had created a whirlwind that tugged at the loose parts of Killua's clothes. In his eyes were death.*