"In order to get the 'Scarlet Eyes' that become more vibrant when excited, the 'Phantom Troupe' forced the Kurta people to watch as they tortured and killed their relatives and friends."
"Afterwards, they left behind their notorious message: 'We welcome everyone, so don't take anything from us,' along with the 'Spider Mark of the Phantom Troupe.'"
"This was to prove to the world that they were responsible and that Meteor City is under the Phantom Troupe's protection."
"Sheila had learned about the Phantom Troupe's plan and knew where the Kurta Clan had settled from a recent trip."
"She intended to warn the Kurutas to leave earlier, but she arrived too late. The tragedy had already occurred, so she contacted the police in a nearby town and then left."
When Germain finished telling the story, he noticed Kurapika was furious, his bitten lip bleeding onto the sofa.
Kurapika looked like a wounded beast or a child in pain.
It took him a long time to calm down and he turned to Germain.
"I don't see why you told me this story. Are you expecting me to sympathize with the Phantom Troupe?"
"Hehe, honestly, I don't care why they started their evil deeds. What matters to me is that they are gone."
"You might have misunderstood my intention," Germain said, waving his hand. He stood up, poured a glass of water for both himself and Kurapika, and handed it to him. "Let me tell you another story."
He told the story slowly, with slight changes.
"In a world of ice and snow, there lived a man with the power of 'Regeneration.' He lived with his sister in a village where food was scarce."
"To feed himself, the man chose to sacrifice himself and share his body. After all, he could regenerate endlessly."
Kurapika frowned at this. He found it hard to believe such a strange thing existed in the world.
"Is there any instance of cannibalism across the six continents?" he asked. The answer was yes, he had to admit.
Germain continued his story despite Kurapika's disapproval.
"A soldier found out about the cannibalism in the village and brought a group to kill everyone, including the man's sister."
"He started another intense fire and burned everything to the ground."
"After the soldiers left, the man survived because of his regenerative powers, but his whole body was on fire and kept burning without stopping."
"Thus, a creature known as 'Flame Fist' was created. He was constantly tormented by the flames, and with revenge on his mind, he began his relentless journey."
"Years later, he finally found his former enemy, the soldier. But by then, the soldier had changed his appearance and become an adoptive father to several orphans."
"The soldier expressed regret for his actions, saying he was in pain and wanted to make amends. The children protected him and clearly loved their adoptive father."
"What could 'Flame Fist' do? He couldn't burn these innocent children alive, could he?"
"Besides, if the enemy was already remorseful, maybe he wasn't a villain after all. 'Flame Fist' thought that the enemy might just want to end the cycle of cannibalism..."
"Such a dull story!"
Kurapika abruptly stood up from the sofa.
"Are you suggesting that the Phantom Troupe is this soldier and that they were actually good people before Sarasa was killed? Are you trying to make me let go of my hatred and feel sympathy for them?"
"Ha... I've clearly made a mistake. I must have been misguided to get such advice."
He scoffed, stumbled around the coffee table, crossed the hall, and walked towards the door without looking back.
Throughout the whole situation, Germain just watched without making any effort to stop him. Instead, he picked up the cup and sipped the water slowly, moistening his lips and throat.
Kurapika quickly left Germain's room. He intended to return to his own room, pack his things, and leave that night.
However, when he reached the doorknob of his room, he hesitated.
His breathing slowed down, and he relaxed his grip on the doorknob. After a moment of indecision, he turned around and walked back into the living room of Germain's room.
Germain was still drinking water and didn't seem surprised to see Kurapika return.
"And then?" Kurapika asked, unable to resist. "What did the 'Flame Fist' do?"
Germain finished his water, set the cup on the coffee table, and looked at Kurapika.
"It's simple," Germain said. "He turned around and came back, just like you did."
Kurapika stood there, confused, and it took him a while to grasp the meaning of Germain's words.
The "Flame Fist" ultimately seeks revenge at any cost, regardless of who gets in the way.
He is different from the "Flame Fist," yet somewhat similar.
"Since you've turned back, the anger and pain inside you will only fade when you let go of your obsession. But if you pursue revenge, you might lose your direction in life and completely destroy yourself."
Germain shared these stories to help Kurapika understand his thoughts and to leave him with some options.
"I'm going through all this trouble for two reasons."
"First, I don't want you to be blinded by anger and end up hesitating at the last moment, losing track of who your enemy is and who your friend is."
"Second, I don't want you to make revenge the center of your life and end up lost on that path."
"I can teach you 'Nen,'" Germain said, "but if you choose to destroy yourself with revenge, you should find someone else to teach you."
"If you want revenge, I won't stop you, but I won't teach someone who is destined to die. It wouldn't make sense to me."
"Besides avenging your people and getting revenge on the Phantom Troupe, I need you to help me with something else. That's my condition."
"'Something else'?" Kurapika asked, looking at Germain.
"I'll explain later," Germain replied. "In short, if you agree to my terms, I'll teach you how to use Nen. If you don't agree, you can leave now."
Kurapika remained silent.
He gradually calmed down, and the redness in his eyes faded considerably. After a moment of contemplation, he made his decision.
"I promise I won't waste my life just to retrieve my people's Scarlet Eyes and seek revenge. I will follow you. Please teach me Nen abilities."
"Alright," Germain nodded. "It's late now. We'll continue tomorrow morning."
"Okay." Kurapika placed a hand on his waist and gave a slight bow. "I'll bother you again tomorrow."
He then walked out of the room, closed the door behind him, and left without hesitation.
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