I, who love the future you, have met the past you.
When he opened his eyes, he was in an unfamiliar space. No, to be precise, it was a familiar space, but something was different.
Killua slowly looked around. Just a moment ago, he was at the site of a request. He had been tracking a Specialization-type Nen user and got caught in an unidentified ability.
...What the.
Killua muttered lowly and shoved his hands into his pockets.
The street scenery was strange. There were people, but it felt somewhat old. The signs, the buildings—everything was slightly different from the present.
As if he were in the past.
At that moment, Killua's steps stopped at the sound of a familiar voice from afar.
...Huh?
No way.
The moment he slowly turned his head, Killua froze in place.
Not far away.
A face still youthful, a slightly short height, familiar eyes, a familiar expression, a familiar voice.
But a much younger version. A child who looked to be about twelve years old was standing there.
Killua couldn't speak for a while. He couldn't believe it.
Because he knew that face, that expression, and that person all too well.
...Seriously?
A laugh escaped him unconsciously. It was an absurd situation.
And yet, he couldn't take his eyes off them, strangely enough. It was as if a person from an old photograph had walked out.
...Who are you?
A voice full of wariness.
He couldn't hold back a laugh for a moment. Those were words the current you would never say.
...Nobody.
Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01