It’s the melancholy groan that alerts Kouha to a pair of presences nearby. It’s unfortunate that they are but a pair, but he’ll take what he can get; something is better than nothing by far.
He watches from atop a building. Waits for them to get a little closer. Pulls his sword from his back, and…
They’re gone.
Someone else took his kill.
Kouha drops from the rooftop and onto the ground below. The perpetrator is much easier to see from here. He’s surprised to see that it’s a little kid—unless this kid was simply nearby when it happened? No, that isn’t right. Those things—weapons?—are returning to his hands, but it’s more than that. He has the aura of a victor, even in such a small and unbalanced battle. The details don’t matter; he won and he’s proud of the fact.
Maybe he could like this kid.
”Eh… that’s a little rude, don’t you think?” So he says, but it isn’t as if he’s actually offended by those words. “‘Sides, wouldn’t that mean you’re a crackpot, too? Or are you a monster?”
Uh oh, someone nearby spotted Killua's attack on one of the monsters. Stupid. To have not exposed his nen farther above was a foolish mistake on his part. If this world called forth beings from other worlds as well, just as he suspected, then the chances of other nen users was that much more dangerous. He risked exposure with killing for mere entertainment. The key to survival in an environment of unknown enemies was remaining undetected at all costs.
Well, Killua's actions now would reflect the rest of his stay between his world and the next. Killing a witness usually left a bad taste in his mouth after so many jobs. The best course of action would be to simply play his role of an innocent kid. analyzing the other with sharp eyes, they were only a few years older than he was. Still, he'd most likely hold himself above and wishing to be respected. If that's the case...
"Oh, I didn't think anyone was listening. Nah, I'm not monster. You don't seem like one of these rotten guys yourself. I take you're human like me?" Killua's expression held that of curiosity, his faint smile sunk away with time. In his hands were the two weapons he used to rid of pest. They remained out in the open and in his plan sight, defenses in his act whilst gauging this stranger. "I didn't think there were people here around my age. I was starting to think I was pulled to the wrong place."
