The war has ended, they had finally killed the man whose sole ambition is to conquer the world, the White Star, with the help of an unknown individual, someone who had given them a glimpse of what will happen in the future, written through a series of letters. And thus a Royal banquet is held for the heroes and also for the newly crowned king, but an occurrence that no one anticipated will emerge and the whole continent has no choice but to witness the 온라인카지노게임 of a man, uncovering his secrets and his suffering, along the way. The man they have disregarded and long forgotten, the trash son of the Henituse family. Proving to them that a Hero is not always the one fighting on the frontline. Reaction Fic. (credits to @GenesisLovesMe for making the cover.)

The world is not black and white. It is not grey, nor is it anywhere close to monochrome. The world was made of rainbows. Beautiful, terrifying rainbows. Killua Zoldyck knew these things, even if he hadn't, at first. And yet, even as he knew these things, he still managed to see his life through the bleak eyes of one who knew only death and pain. Because Killua, before learning of colors, was taught to fade into- to become- the darkness. Then Gon had arrived, bringing with him a plethora of yellows and blues and green- so much green- and Killua lost sight of the darkness. For a moment, it receded into the background. But only for a moment. Killua didn't want to lose his memories of the colors, but he did wonder if things would have been easier if he'd just gone along with the life laid out before him. The fear of losing the colors was what made them painful in the first place, but Killua couldn't help it. Once he'd seen them, he could never forget, even as their absence reverberated through his soul. The rain was grey. Soft, and light, but grey. A different shade than the one he'd grown up with, but still, grey had always brought him so much suffering. Would it stop, if he stopped struggling against it? In any case, Killua's world had disappeared, in the rain, and when he'd opened his eyes, the rain was bluer than he remembered. Pellets creating a barrage instead of droplets that melted on his cheeks. For a while, he returned to the shadows. When he finally emerged, he heard whispers of heroes and villains, of vigilantes. Of quirks. Killua knew far too much for his age, yet at the same time, far too little. But one thing he did know was that he did not want glory, he did not want fame or money. Killua wanted the colors, the fun, the laughter. And he'd do anything to get it. Now, remember one thing: Killua Zoldyck is not a villain. But he is far from a hero. *This fanfiction is inspired by other works of the genre; see the first page

Be careful when you roam at night. You never know what's lurking in the dark. Rumors of monsters feasting on human flesh arise. These monsters are called Demons. But there are those who fight the monster. And they are called the Demon Slayers. --- A well-respected martial artist is in need of a successor to run the family business, so he marries a woman he loves and together they bare a child. In disbelief, his wife had given birth to a girl, rather than a son, like he wanted. His wife is thrilled to have a daughter, for she has her own goals in the family, to raise a beautiful daughter so she can have her marry a wealthy man, but as their daughter gets older, she has other ideas. Daiichiro Yasato, a spunky yet beautiful young girl who has a fighters spirit, just like her father, enjoys using her fists instead of her charms, from what her mother has been trying to tell her. Her father had been noticing how Yasato would often watch with excitement in her eyes whenever he would train his students, much to her mothers displeasure, and decided it would be fit for him to teach her. She was a natural. A prodigy. She was like a carbon copy of him but just had his wife's beautiful features. Teaching her everything he knew, she became his no. 1 student, much to his other MALE students dismay. They didn't want to believe a girl could beat them, but she easily made them eat their words and defeated them all. Because her father had been teaching her, a girl, he had started losing his students, but he paid no mind to that and continued to train her. Now, what's she supposed to do when faced with an opponent, a strange being who's wounds easily heal almost as fast as they were dealt, facing an opponent who was physically stronger then her, she is tasked to keep this monster back until help arrived, but when it does, what happens when he offers her a chance to become a Demon Slayer?

"We had to drug him..." His fuzzy mind couldn't keep up with what those strange people were saying. "We had to use tons of drugs to sedate him!" said one of the strangers, he wanted to open his eyes but they were so heavy, he couldn't even move or talk. 'What are they doing to me?' Killua thought in desperation. "This kid isn't normal, I don't even am sure if he's from here..." continued another stranger. Killua slowly began to open his eyes. Where was he? Who were those people... with capes and strange costumes? "WHAT YOU ARE DOING TO THIS KID IS ILLEGAL! If the police knew, they would probably take your hero license..." Another man tried to explain the group of heroes gathered around the hospital bed. "We only want to know if he is dangerous to society. This kid is a complete mystery" One from the group of heroes explained. Welcome to the nasty part of the hero society. -THE COVER ISN'T MINE- (Credits to the author) All the rights to Yoshihiro Togashi (My first fiction) (Bad grammar...)