04-21-2018, 03:10 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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( Of course!! : D)
The first means of being an assassin was, of course, being stealthy. That had been the first lesson that had been drilled into him. Maybe his parents had made sure to switch bodies so that they would be able to give their next offspring a feline body. That was entirely possible considering as they had practically everything planned out for him well before he was even born in that regard. Felines were great for stealth thanks to the fact that they had fur in between their paws that helped them muffle their movements already. To the point where something as large as a lion could sneak up behind a resting hyena without it even noticing until it was just a breath away from the other predator. Being stealthy in the clans seemed to give him the upper hand out of considering that he was the only one that liked to remain stealthy even if he wasn't hunting. Which he rarely did all things considered but it did still happen. Killua had adapted to being stealthy for a majority of his life, and since when he was young he had to go out on jobs to kill targets, he had no means of not being stealthy because it would get himself killed. The jobs that he went on obviously being extremely dangerous for those that weren't built for the job. Yet, his family had provided him with everything that he could ever want in becoming an assassin. He still was technically a professional, he just didn't want to be anymore. Not that it could mean that he could completely forget about the habits that had been drilled into him at such a young age so easily. It was going to take some time, but sadly he didn't really exactly have the means for when he was running away from his family. The Zoldyck's had him train many ways than one and made him go through several different types of tortures to make sure that if he ever got captured and tortured he could bear the pain without screaming out. Having a different kind of weapons run across his flesh and stab their way through thick parts of muscle that made it extremely painful. Killua became accustomed to pain and the way that his family ran, that once he was stationed in one of the clans for one of his missions, he was increasingly confused as to why other's were sometimes nice to him. He had figured there had to be an ulterior motive for being nice as no one was just nice out of the kindness of their heart. Even now, in a place like Snowbound where a majority of animals were extremely kind, he still didn't trust anyone in the group at the moment and most of the time he remained by himself. The most difficult part of his training that he had to endure would probably have to be his poison training. This was because when he was born, he wasn't exactly immune to poisons and chemicals, and so his family had to make sure that he would be once he grew older. Such as someone that would inject themselves with snake venom over small doses over their lifetime would be able to develop an immunity for the substance.
That is exactly what Killua had to endure, but instead he had to do it in a smaller interval of time and there were several different tests that he had to pass through. Being able to figure out whether or not food was poisoned or not just simply by the test, and even if he guessed correctly he would be forced to the poisoned food so that his body would get used to it. He had originally thought that this training would be a lot easier than having his brother carve himself open on the ground while he was chained. He couldn't have been more wrong as there was nothing easy about the Zoldyck family and how they dealt with each other. He never saw the look of guilt or sadness in his older brother's eyes when he was tortured, all of this happening during the time when he was just a kitten. Which some clans would consider being barbaric, but it was a lot easier to train the likes of a kitten at a young age because they were capable of retaining information a lot quicker. The wildcat remembered the feeling of his throat burning up, and how he would vomit all the contents of his stomach as his body began to reject the stomach. The process was done over and over again until his body finally stopped reacting to the poisoned food. And that led to the injections straight to his bloodstream in larger doses. There had been a time where Killua had watched his flesh decay away along his arm where he had been injected by his brother. Several moments happened during that training where he believed that death would be better than this torture. Killua didn't know how to completely cut off the training, as that was all that he could know. It also meant that he could test other's reaction to him seemingly appearing out of nowhere. There were a couple animals that weren't all too concerned about him popping up. Such as London or Jacob. Although Jacob had a little bit of a reaction when he made an appearance anyway. The young male was able to see the small movements in anyone's body language, and Izuku's body language wasn't all that different. Killua can see the realization hit the maine coon, and the fear that is expressed across all of his body language. He internally smiles, because he enjoys messing with other's to that degree here and there. Killua hums to himself at the other's reaction as his shortened tail flicks in response to the other's reaction. Killua doesn't even seem remotely shocked or really care about how the other reacted to him. He was too used to other's using threatening body language or trying to actually kill him to be phased by something like that. Killua simple shrugs his shoulder's when the other apologizes. "Ī nda yo. Anata wa ikatteiru budō no yō ni mieru yō ni narimashita" Killua would state with a little bit of a snicker toward the other. It felt... relaxing to be able to talk in Japanese again.
He wasn't exactly sure why but it made him comfortable speak in a language he had known all of his life. Considering the other's body language, the assassin had already figured out that the other was practically anxious all the time. He wondered why? Maybe there was a possibility that someone was after him and he was trying to keep it a secret and not let anyone know. Or he was hiding something else. Either way, Killua wasn't interested enough to pry just yet. The other said that he had walked into a lake while spacing out, and Killua couldn't help but raise a nonexistent eyebrow at the other. Playing it off that he hadn't seen that part happen, and he even made a movement to look at the other's wet fur that clung to his body. Huh. "Oh yeah? Be lucky the lake wasn't frozen, and you getting stuck on the middle of it. You would have become a green apple popsicle." Killua would state with a grin that was spread across his facial features. It was nice to joke once in a while, but it was also true in regard to the other. Killua didn't have a problem with the cold, but he was almost always attentive to the environment around him. If he wasn't, it was clear that there was something really wrong. Killua offers Izuku a small chuckle from his jaws at the other's question. Making sure to stretch his long legs on the branch that he was laying in dramatic fashion. "What? Never seen a cat up in a tree before?" Killua said in a teasing tone toward the other. Cats were practically perfect at climbing trees, except for certain breeds. Had the maine coon never climbed a tree before? That would certainly be a shocker. "Never climbed a tree before though? The views are pretty nice." Killua states, and honestly he's curious. He would think that most feline breeds would have climbed a tree once in their life. Or maybe he was just thinking too much about the certain topic.
(Translation: It's okay. You just made yourself look like an angry grape)
The first means of being an assassin was, of course, being stealthy. That had been the first lesson that had been drilled into him. Maybe his parents had made sure to switch bodies so that they would be able to give their next offspring a feline body. That was entirely possible considering as they had practically everything planned out for him well before he was even born in that regard. Felines were great for stealth thanks to the fact that they had fur in between their paws that helped them muffle their movements already. To the point where something as large as a lion could sneak up behind a resting hyena without it even noticing until it was just a breath away from the other predator. Being stealthy in the clans seemed to give him the upper hand out of considering that he was the only one that liked to remain stealthy even if he wasn't hunting. Which he rarely did all things considered but it did still happen. Killua had adapted to being stealthy for a majority of his life, and since when he was young he had to go out on jobs to kill targets, he had no means of not being stealthy because it would get himself killed. The jobs that he went on obviously being extremely dangerous for those that weren't built for the job. Yet, his family had provided him with everything that he could ever want in becoming an assassin. He still was technically a professional, he just didn't want to be anymore. Not that it could mean that he could completely forget about the habits that had been drilled into him at such a young age so easily. It was going to take some time, but sadly he didn't really exactly have the means for when he was running away from his family. The Zoldyck's had him train many ways than one and made him go through several different types of tortures to make sure that if he ever got captured and tortured he could bear the pain without screaming out. Having a different kind of weapons run across his flesh and stab their way through thick parts of muscle that made it extremely painful. Killua became accustomed to pain and the way that his family ran, that once he was stationed in one of the clans for one of his missions, he was increasingly confused as to why other's were sometimes nice to him. He had figured there had to be an ulterior motive for being nice as no one was just nice out of the kindness of their heart. Even now, in a place like Snowbound where a majority of animals were extremely kind, he still didn't trust anyone in the group at the moment and most of the time he remained by himself. The most difficult part of his training that he had to endure would probably have to be his poison training. This was because when he was born, he wasn't exactly immune to poisons and chemicals, and so his family had to make sure that he would be once he grew older. Such as someone that would inject themselves with snake venom over small doses over their lifetime would be able to develop an immunity for the substance.
That is exactly what Killua had to endure, but instead he had to do it in a smaller interval of time and there were several different tests that he had to pass through. Being able to figure out whether or not food was poisoned or not just simply by the test, and even if he guessed correctly he would be forced to the poisoned food so that his body would get used to it. He had originally thought that this training would be a lot easier than having his brother carve himself open on the ground while he was chained. He couldn't have been more wrong as there was nothing easy about the Zoldyck family and how they dealt with each other. He never saw the look of guilt or sadness in his older brother's eyes when he was tortured, all of this happening during the time when he was just a kitten. Which some clans would consider being barbaric, but it was a lot easier to train the likes of a kitten at a young age because they were capable of retaining information a lot quicker. The wildcat remembered the feeling of his throat burning up, and how he would vomit all the contents of his stomach as his body began to reject the stomach. The process was done over and over again until his body finally stopped reacting to the poisoned food. And that led to the injections straight to his bloodstream in larger doses. There had been a time where Killua had watched his flesh decay away along his arm where he had been injected by his brother. Several moments happened during that training where he believed that death would be better than this torture. Killua didn't know how to completely cut off the training, as that was all that he could know. It also meant that he could test other's reaction to him seemingly appearing out of nowhere. There were a couple animals that weren't all too concerned about him popping up. Such as London or Jacob. Although Jacob had a little bit of a reaction when he made an appearance anyway. The young male was able to see the small movements in anyone's body language, and Izuku's body language wasn't all that different. Killua can see the realization hit the maine coon, and the fear that is expressed across all of his body language. He internally smiles, because he enjoys messing with other's to that degree here and there. Killua hums to himself at the other's reaction as his shortened tail flicks in response to the other's reaction. Killua doesn't even seem remotely shocked or really care about how the other reacted to him. He was too used to other's using threatening body language or trying to actually kill him to be phased by something like that. Killua simple shrugs his shoulder's when the other apologizes. "Ī nda yo. Anata wa ikatteiru budō no yō ni mieru yō ni narimashita" Killua would state with a little bit of a snicker toward the other. It felt... relaxing to be able to talk in Japanese again.
He wasn't exactly sure why but it made him comfortable speak in a language he had known all of his life. Considering the other's body language, the assassin had already figured out that the other was practically anxious all the time. He wondered why? Maybe there was a possibility that someone was after him and he was trying to keep it a secret and not let anyone know. Or he was hiding something else. Either way, Killua wasn't interested enough to pry just yet. The other said that he had walked into a lake while spacing out, and Killua couldn't help but raise a nonexistent eyebrow at the other. Playing it off that he hadn't seen that part happen, and he even made a movement to look at the other's wet fur that clung to his body. Huh. "Oh yeah? Be lucky the lake wasn't frozen, and you getting stuck on the middle of it. You would have become a green apple popsicle." Killua would state with a grin that was spread across his facial features. It was nice to joke once in a while, but it was also true in regard to the other. Killua didn't have a problem with the cold, but he was almost always attentive to the environment around him. If he wasn't, it was clear that there was something really wrong. Killua offers Izuku a small chuckle from his jaws at the other's question. Making sure to stretch his long legs on the branch that he was laying in dramatic fashion. "What? Never seen a cat up in a tree before?" Killua said in a teasing tone toward the other. Cats were practically perfect at climbing trees, except for certain breeds. Had the maine coon never climbed a tree before? That would certainly be a shocker. "Never climbed a tree before though? The views are pretty nice." Killua states, and honestly he's curious. He would think that most feline breeds would have climbed a tree once in their life. Or maybe he was just thinking too much about the certain topic.
(Translation: It's okay. You just made yourself look like an angry grape)
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