♪
Neferpitou: Sire.
♪
( Singing in Japanese )
♪
Narrator: Youpi’s attack succeeded
in splitting up the extermination team.
( Limbs whipping )
He completely destroyed the central staircase
and stood ready to engage anyone who dared climb it.
Behind him were knuckle and meleoron,
who had barely managed to make it to the second floor.
And below...
The ones hit at the closest range
by youpi’s attack were shoot...
Shoot: This is bad.
My leg is destroyed.
Morel: Shoot!
Narrator: ...And morel.
Morel: The rest is up to you.
Knuckle.
Narrator: He couldn’t say knuckle’s name out loud.
Menthuthuyoupi: Huh?
♪
( Morel grunts )
Menthuthuyoupi: Huh?
( Grunts ) Stupid tricks!
Narrator: One attack by youpi
tore apart the deep purple puppets,
but morel had deliberately positioned them
with that exact possibility in mind.
Menthuthuyoupi: Hmm? They were just...
Decoys?!
This resistance...
That’s not smoke.
Huh?
Only the weapon wasn’t made of smoke?
Get back here!
You fool!
Narrator: After using his own weapon as a decoy,
morel was left with no alternative but to run.
However...
♪
Knuckle knew exactly what to do without being called.
Knuckle: Hakoware: Bankruptcy chapter seven!
Damn. I’m giving it all i’ve got
to send him flying over the horizon...
But he’s just at 590?
( Groans )
Ten seconds feels like an eternity right now.
Narrator: Hakoware: Bankruptcy chapter seven
accrues interest as time passes,
including any additional damage received.
Menthuthuyoupi: Hmm?
I lost him.
Damn you!
Narrator: Youpi was enraged,
but was brought back to his senses
when his extra eyes glimpsed the hint of a shadow.
Shoot, his right leg crushed,
unconsciously used his remaining leg
to stand on one of his own fists.
Despite the fact
that he had never attempted this technique before,
shoot realized that this would be his signature move.
And although he had no clear reason to do so,
he covered his right eye.
He simply enjoyed how the feeling
of being cornered filled him with a strength
that, up until now, had eluded him.
( Menthuthuyoupi growls )
Narrator: Sustained by adversity itself...
Menthuthuyoupi: Hmm?
Narrator: Shoot took flight.
His ferocious speed and unparalleled drive
succeeded on forcing youpi
to focus on defense for a fraction of a second...
All to help the others advance.
♪
Morel: Shoot, knuckle...
Once this is all over, let’s drown ourselves
in really good liquor and get wasted.
I wanna give you guys a big hug,
and that’s the only way I can think of to make you let me.
Narrator: The massive amount of dust that was created helped
diffuse morel’s smoky aura throughout the palace.
This allowed him to monitor the situation
easily and discreetly.
Morel’s target was in the throne room.
When youpi destroyed the central stairway,
gon and killua evaded the attack,
and without a single word spoken between them,
they simultaneously changed direction.
( Running footsteps )
Narrator: They planned to jump
directly from the second floor of the right tower
to the third floor of the central tower.
Upon hitting the ground,
they passed ikalgo in the courtyard
as he headed for the elevator to take him to the basement.
Ikalgo’s ability lets him control corpses
like parts of his own body.
Forbidden games: Living dead dolls
gave him the use of flutter’s eyes,
which allowed him to dodge dragon dive.
At that moment, out of the corner of his eye...
Killua saw two soldier ants...
Headed in ikalgo’s direction.
It was then that killua found himself running.
♪
Ikalgo: Huh?
Killua? Why’s he running to the elevator?
Killua: What am I doing?
What’s wrong with me?
Narrator: Naturally, he was rather perplexed
at his own actions.
He had always been the one reminding others
of the importance of staying on task.
Killua’s thought processes ground to a halt.
Although his mind was in a panic...
His body continued to act in a rational manner,
extending only the minimum of aura
that was absolutely necessary...
Combining speed with the utmost accuracy.
He eliminated the two soldier ants’s options,
as well as their ability to fight.
♪
The only witnesses were ikalgo and another ant.
Killua: Damn it.
What the hell?
What have I done?
( Gasps )
Ikalgo: Killua...
You owe me one.
Narrator: As he began to return to his senses,
various emotions swirled inside killua’s mind,
but ikalgo’s words were just enough to dispel the chaos.
By the time the two ants crashed to the ground,
killua was focused once again and perfectly in control.
Welfin: Flutter?
Something’s wrong.
Narrator: The elevator to the basement
was in a hallway with rooms for servants
located at both ends.
Unfortunately they were currently
occupied by soldier ants.
Ikalgo raced past the two ants as quickly as possible,
and at the very moment that he finally reached the elevator...
( Door opens )
( Ikalgo, flutter’s voice ) Hmm?
Narrator: Both doors suddenly and simultaneously opened,
as if on cue,
and from the darkness,
two figures emerged.
♪
Ikalgo: Cheetu.
And bloster.
Narrator: Welfin saw flutter and slipped out of sight,
because his instincts told him that something was amiss.
Welfin: That was too fast.
The two soldier ants saw an enemy,
sent out an alert, and then died immediately.
The intruder who killed them went back to where he came from.
The time between that and flutter coming down the hall,
it was too short.
Ah, there’s only one explanation I can think of.
Flutter and the intruder must have passed each other.
But why would the intruder have killed the peons,
but left flutter alive and untouched?
Is flutter on the enemy’s side?
If so, he’s a traitor.
Is he acting on his own, or was it under hagya--
I mean leol’s orders?
♪
Shaiapouf: How pathetic.
You weren’t by his side when it mattered.
And you call yourself a royal guard?
You don’t even know where he is.
How do you qualify as a royal guard?
No...
You fail as a royal guard.
It’s that simple.
Narrator: Pouf’s unwavering devotion
was both his strength and his weakness.
He had an absolute ideal to live up to
with no room for amendment.
( Shaiapouf laughing )
Pouf, the former royal guard!
So, pouf, incompetent pouf,
you utter dimwit,
you fail as a royal guard!
Where will you go now?
You don’t know, do you?!
If the king isn’t where you head to,
you will be less than incompetent!
No, pouf, scum of the earth,
the truth is you just don’t want to admit it.
You don’t want him to be with that woman.
♪
Narrator: His emotions were directed at the king,
as well as himself.
An absolute king feeling concern for a lowly human,
lowering himself to visiting the chambers
of human scum by choice!
It’s unforgiveable!
Still, that’s probably where he is.
You knew that much even before you got here.
You fail as a royal guard
not because you didn’t know his whereabouts, far from it.
You fail, because you did know, and, in spite of that,
you chose not to rush to his aid.
You’re a traitor, pouf.
You’re lower than an insect.
You’re beneath trash,
and of course you mustn’t expect anything from yourself now.
Therefore, you must expect nothing from the king.
You must devote yourself solely to the king.
For the king. For the king. For the king. For the king.
For the king!
For the king! For the king!
For the king!
Narrator: For a few brief seconds
after arriving in the throne room,
a mad fanaticism greatly hampered
pouf’s normal thought processes,
and he struggled to compose himself.
Shaiapouf: I must go to the king’s side.
Morel: Hey.
Ignoring me?
( Thuds )
Going straight to the king’s side, huh?
( Aloud ) Too bad for you.
I’ve got you closed in.
Shaiapouf: Then I must ask,
would you please let me out?
Morel: No can do.
Real sorry about that.
Shaiapouf: I see.
( Morel growls )
( Bells tinkling )
Shaiapouf: Spiritual message.
♪
Gon: That’s morel’s smoky jail.
He said he’d use it to keep pouf away from the king.
If it’s covering the entire third floor of the tower,
then the king and pitou aren’t there,
so where are they?
( Gon gasps )
( Gasps )
Netero: Hmm.
( Wind blowing )
♪
Narrator: Gon’s will to fight had been set ablaze.
( Singing in Japanese )