HP: Sacred Gear Chat Group - Chapter 59 (Patreon)

POV: Killua

Run. Escape. Don’t risk it.

Run!

Killua’s instincts screamed louder than any voice in his head. His entire body tensed as if every nerve was demanding the same thing—get out of here.

“A… monster…” Kite muttered under his breath, his tone low and grim.

Killua’s chest tightened. He didn’t want to leave. Not without Gon. But why was his mind panicking like this? Nothing was chasing them, nothing had even appeared yet. So why did it feel like his whole body was screaming at him to run for his life?

What is this? What’s happening to me?

Beside him, Gon stood still, completely clueless, while Killua’s pulse hammered in his ears.

“I can’t believe it.” Kite’s voice rose sharply as his body stiffened. He whipped his head toward the boys, his expression strained. “Gon, Killua—get away from here!”

“What?” Both Gon and Killua stared back in confusion, their eyes wide.

What was Kite feeling that they couldn’t? What kind of danger could rattle him like this?

Kite’s voice grew louder, almost desperate. Sweat rolled down his temple as he barked again, “RUN NOW! GET AWAY FROM HERE!”

But Gon and Killua still didn’t move. Nothing had appeared yet. Nothing had happened. Everything was moving too fast for them to even process.

“GET AWAY FROM ME! NOW!” Kite roared, straightening from his crouched position. His stance shifted instantly, like a predator preparing to fight.

Then—everything happened in a single instant.

One blink, and Kite’s arm was gone.

Killua’s eyes failed to catch it. He hadn’t seen an attack, hadn’t even noticed movement. Only the aftermath. Only Kite’s missing arm and the spray of blood.

His breath caught in his throat. Cold fear crawled up his spine as the air itself seemed to warp around them. That’s when he felt it.

That overwhelming, suffocating presence.

The monstrous aura pressed down on him, vile and heavy, stronger than anything he had ever sensed before. It dwarfed his father’s strength. Even his grandfather’s power seemed small in comparison.

And then he saw it.

A catlike Ant stood before them, its form towering and alien, radiating killing intent so sharp it made Killua’s stomach churn.

Kite’s severed arm landed behind the creature with a dull thud.

Killua’s mind screamed at him to run, to abandon everything and escape. His instincts begged for it. But while he was frozen in fear, Gon reacted differently.

“RAAAAH!” Gon’s aura burst forth with raw fury as he shouted, his face twisted with anger.

“Don’t—” Kite tried to warn him, but his words were drowned out.

Killua’s body moved on its own.

It was like watching himself from the outside, as if instinct had stolen his control. Instead of fleeing, instead of abandoning Gon, he did the only thing he could.

He darted behind his friend and struck, knocking Gon out cold before the idiot could throw himself at the monster.

At least he hadn’t given in. At least he hadn’t run away alone.

The monstrous Chimera Ant didn’t even glance at the boys. Its attention stayed locked on Kite, as if Killua and Gon weren’t even worth acknowledging. That single detail gave Killua the precious chance to move. He tightened his grip on Gon’s limp body, lifting his unconscious friend onto his back.

“Good call, Killua!” Kite barked, his voice steady despite the blood dripping from his severed arm. He didn’t hesitate for even a second. “Take Gon and get out of here!”

There was no time to argue. No time to hesitate. Killua’s instincts finally won. He ran.

The last image burned into his mind was Kite activating his strange ability. Killua saw the wheel appear, spinning rapidly in the hands of that unsettling, clown-themed creature.

“Ha, ha, ha! You’re in for it now! Better hope for a good number! Wrrr~!” The clown cackled with a mocking voice as the wheel slowed to a stop.

“THREE!” it announced.

In Kite’s remaining hand, a bizarre weapon materialized—a mace with the shape of a clown’s head, grotesque and almost comical. Killua didn’t know what it was capable of, and honestly, he didn’t care.

His legs moved faster. His heart pounded harder. Everything inside him screamed the same thing: Run. Don’t look back. Just run.

Why was the urge so overwhelming? He didn’t have an answer. All that mattered was that Gon was safe in his arms.

They had to survive.

As the trees blurred past him, harsh realization cut deeper than any wound. They had overestimated themselves. Just because they’d learned the basics of Nen, just because they’d trained under Biscuit, they had believed they could face anything. That belief had been nothing more than arrogance.

The truth was brutal.

Both of them together, even with their best efforts, were worth less than an injured, one-armed Kite. If he had been fighting alone, he never would have lost that arm in the first place.

The weight of it sank in like a stone in Killua’s stomach. He clenched his teeth, pushing himself to run faster, even as guilt gnawed at him.

He and Gon—both of them—had been nothing but fools.

———

POV: Harry

Harry appeared in a new location, thousands of kilometers away from the NGL. The teleportation barely settled when he had to react. Heat flared against his skin, and he instinctively shifted space again, dodging just in time as a stream of fire scorched the ground where he had been standing.

“Oy, you stupid mutt, are you trying to kill me?” Harry snapped, glaring at the source. A shaggy black dog stood a few paces away, tongue lolling and eyes glinting with mischief. Somehow, even in canine form, Sirius managed to smirk.

Before Harry could prepare a retort, the black dog melted into his own shadow. A prickle ran down Harry’s spine, and he turned a fraction too late. Something furry slammed into his back like a missile, knocking him flat to the ground.

The next sensation was far worse. A wet tongue dragged across his face, slathering him with slobber. Drool dripped into his hair as the beast continued its assault, panting happily.

“Stop it, you damn dogfather!” Harry sputtered, trying to shove the heavy mutt off. “What did I do to deserve this? Just because you’ve unlocked some new abilities and happen to be my godfather doesn’t mean I won’t fight back!”

Sirius ignored the complaints, tail wagging as his enhanced Animagus form pinned Harry down. The ridiculous dog even seemed to chuckle, his body vibrating with canine laughter as he continued licking Harry like a chew toy.

Finally reaching his limit, Harry acted. He marked the mutt with his Nen Ability and teleported him away.

One moment later, Sirius reappeared several meters away, looking confused and licking at the empty air. Before he could recover, a portal opened directly above him. A torrent of lake water came crashing down, drenching him from head to tail.

“That’s what you deserve,” Harry declared, pouting as he stood up. He wiped his face furiously with his sleeve, trying to remove the sticky coat of drool.

“You wizards are walking cheat codes. It’s so unfair,” Menchi’s voice cut in from the side. She stepped into the backyard, arms crossed, shaking her head in exasperation. “Hello, Harry. Is it already time for you to head back?”

“Nah,” Harry replied casually, closing the portal that was still pouring water on Sirius’s head. “I just came to let Sirius know I’ll be gone for a few weeks for the Yule Ball. And, of course, to check on his progress.”

The drenched black dog gave himself a vigorous shake, spraying water everywhere. Then, with a shimmer, his body shifted back into human form. Sirius stood tall again, looking far healthier and sharper than the broken man Harry had once pulled from the Wizarding World. His time in this world had done him good.

And when Harry said Sirius had changed a lot, he really meant it.

Gone was the half-starved prisoner with pale skin and sunken eyes. The man standing before them now had filled out with lean muscle, his complexion healthier, and no trace of the malnutrition that once clung to him. The scars Azkaban left behind, both physical and emotional, seemed to have faded. He looked like a proper wizard in his prime—handsome, confident, and appearing no older than his mid-thirties.

“Aren’t I amazing?” Sirius laughed proudly, striding toward them while still dripping from the water trap. His grin was as wide as ever.

Not that the wet clothes stayed an issue for long. With a casual flick of his wand, the moisture vanished, leaving him completely dry in seconds.

“Not bad, old dog,” Harry admitted with an appreciative nod. “Is that your Nen ability? Giving your Animagus form new powers?”

“Not exactly,” Sirius replied with another laugh. “Turns out I’m a Transmuter. Fitting, don’t you think? I used it to achieve the dream of every Animagus—I turned my form into a magical beast. A Hellhound, specifically. Fire and shadows bend to me now.”

It really did suit him. The ability worked hand in hand with his natural talent for Transfiguration, and even Hisoka’s personality test had pegged Transmutation as a category that matched his personality perfectly.

“See? It’s unfair,” Menchi complained, puffing her cheeks in a pout. “With just one ability he managed to stack several different ones. Offense, defense, utility—he’s got it all. Fire for direct attacks, shadows for travel and protection. He can literally slip through shadows.”

“Oy!” Sirius shot her a wounded look. “Don’t go revealing all my tricks to my godson. How am I supposed to surprise him in a fight? You saw how easily he handled me already!”

Harry stayed quiet for a moment, his gaze thoughtful. Then he finally spoke up. “Sounds useful, sure. But isn’t it a bit limiting with just empowering your Animagus form?”

Sirius only grinned wider, clearly enjoying himself. “She already told you one part of it. Turning my Animagus form into a magical animal is only one of my abilities. I used Nen Restrictions based on my Magic to make more powerful Abilities. That’s why I made my Animagus form a condition—and it worked out better than I ever expected.” His eyes gleamed as he spread his arms. “Here, take a look at this!”transformed before their Eyes into a black furry claw, with sharp Nails, that turned on fire.

“My second ability lets me draw out the traits of my Animagus transformation while staying in human form,” he explained proudly. “Not only do I gain the senses of a beast, I also get the magical powers of a Hellhound. And here’s the best part—only the transformation itself relies on Nen. The actual magical abilities remain pure magic. Which means no Nen user can seal or restrict them with Abilities that target Nen!”

That was versatility at its finest. Combat strength, travel options, and even advanced tracking. It was almost like Sirius had turned into a magical version of an Inuzuka from Naruto and a Werewolf. Just based on a naturally more powerful kind of Dog.

“Impressive,” Harry admitted with a sharp nod. Enhanced senses alone would be a huge advantage, but combined with magic, they were devastating. Faster reactions, better awareness—it would give Sirius an edge in any duel.

Plus wandless control over Fire and Shadows.

“I know, right?” Sirius beamed. Then his expression softened, curiosity slipping in. “So, my dear godson, what brings you here? Is it time for you to head back already?”

Harry shook his head. “Nah, not yet. With the time dilation between our worlds, you should still have a year or two here. I can’t give you the exact timing, though. I just wanted to check in, and let you know I’ll be returning to the Wizarding World soon for the Yule Ball. Since I’ll be busy before then, I figured I should drop by now.”

“Oh? What’s keeping you busy?” Menchi asked, her tone carrying genuine interest.

“There’s been some action at the NGL,” Harry replied casually. “I’m hunting there.”

Menchi’s eyes widened. “Wait… you’re hunting Chimera Ants?”

“You’ve heard of them?” Harry raised an eyebrow.

“Yes. A help request reached the Hunter Association a few days ago.” Menchi crossed her arms tightly as she spoke, her gaze fixed on him. “The Chairman himself considered sending me to join the extermination team. He said my knowledge of magical beasts and ingredients would be useful. But Harry… why does no one know you’re involved? Even the Chairman went personally! He considers the Ants dangerous enough to threaten all of humanity.”

“Because I didn’t tell anyone,” Harry answered with a shrug, his tone far too relaxed for the subject. “I’ve been culling them quietly. They make excellent training partners. Although…” he smirked faintly, “I’m waiting for them to develop Nen before I get serious.”

Sirius blinked, then repeated slowly as if to confirm what he just heard. “You’re training… by fighting a threat the Hunters believe could wipe out humanity in this world?”

“Yep,” Harry replied without hesitation.