There is a place that teaches us to fight for what we want, to take by force, and to be cold and indifferent, but never tells us what warmth is. This place, known as Meteor City, is despised by the world and seen as filthy. It is my hometown.
Years later, when I look back on my childhood, I don't feel endless fear and cold. That's because back then, I had many companions by my side. Yes, companions. A warm word, one that makes me smile a little.
The clearest memory I have is of our leader, Chrollo. He wore a white shirt and turned around amid ruins stained yellow with dusk. A breeze gently stirred his hair as he smiled and called to me, his voice clear and gentle: "Pakunoda." In that instant, his warmth lit up my life. My name is Pakunoda.
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Of all the characters in Hunter x Hunter, I feel the most for Pakunoda.
She has no pretty face, and clings to a hopeless love,
yet she is so steadfast and stubborn.
Chrollo may never understand how Pakunoda feels.
Still, being remembered as a friend and companion might be a beautiful ending for her.
Feel free to stop by and leave a paw print.
P.S. This is a short story.
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It can't be a short story, right?