"Any other questions?" Chrollo asked.
"What if there's a disagreent between mbers?" Franklin inquired. "Will we go by majority rule?"
Chrollo shook his head. "That would easily lead to instability and division within the group."
"Why not just flip a coin?" Morin suggested with a grin. "Each side has a 50% chance. Leave it to fate and move on."
"That's a decent thod," Chrollo replied, smiling at Morin.
Franklin considered it briefly before nodding in agreent.
"Well then, does anyone else have any thoughts?" Chrollo asked again.
No one responded.
"In that case, our team is officially ford."
A smile spread across Chrollo's face. "To announce our existence to the world, I propose that we all get spider tattoos."
"We'll have thirteen mbers in total, so each tattoo will feature a spider marked with a number from 0 to 12, representing our designations."
He glanced at Machi. "Machi, I'll leave the tattooing to you."
"Leave it to ," Machi replied, pulling a thin strand of her thread from her wrist. "So, your number is 0, right, Chrollo? Or should I call you 'Boss' now?"
"That's right." Chrollo smiled warmly.
"Where do you want the tattoo?"
"On my back," Chrollo replied, then addressed the group. "You can each choose your number."
The group remained silent, first looking toward Morin.
"Well, since you're 0, I'll take 1," Morin said, glancing at Nobunaga.
In the original tiline, Nobunaga had the number 1 tattoo.
"You're choosing number 1, Morin?"
Uvogin, anwhile, seed to be calculating sothing. Then he suddenly punched his palm.
"Then I'll pick my number! I'll make it my goal to beat you soday," he said with a wide grin, pointing at Morin. "So my number will be one more than yours—11! I'll overpower you eventually!"
"What kind of logic is that?!" Nobunaga exclaid, exasperated.
After so thought, Nobunaga added, "My birthday's in July, so I'll go with 4."
"Why not choose 7?"
"Because I don't want to, got a problem with that?!"
The two began bickering again.
Franklin shrugged. "If Nobunaga doesn't want 7, I'll take it."
"I'll pick 2," Feitan said, holding up two fingers.
"I'll go with 3," Machi chid in as she worked on Chrollo's tattoo.
"I like the number 9," Pakunoda said, resting her hands on her chest, opting for personal preference.
With that, the numbers 0, 1, 2, 3, 7, 9, and 11 were claid.
The only change from the original numbering was Nobunaga taking 4 instead of 1, with Morin as the new number 1.
"Oh, Boss," Uvogin said, still adjusting to the new title, "shouldn't our group have a na?"
"It feels a bit dull to just keep saying 'team' or 'group.'"
"Of course," Chrollo replied with a nod. A na was vital for fostering unity, identity, and belonging within the group.
"I've already thought of one," he announced with a smile.
"The Phantom Troupe."
A gentle breeze swept through, scattering the dust as if heralding the chaos to co.
And now the Phantom Troupe was officially ford in the buffer zone of teor City.
Founding mbers:
Leader: Chrollo Lucilfer (0)
Vice Leader: Morin (1)
mbers:
Feitan (2)
Machi (3)
Franklin (7)
Nobunaga Hazama (4)
Pakunoda (9)
Uvogin (11)
No one opposed the na "Phantom Troupe."
Following its formation, Machi tattooed a spider with each mber's chosen number onto their bodies. Most opted for their backs, including Chrollo, Morin, and Uvogin.
By the ti Machi finished her work, the sun had completely set.
Under cover of darkness, the group headed toward the outskirts of teor City.
Though teor City was a landfill, leaving it wasn't particularly difficult. As long as one could navigate the heaps of trash, it was relatively easy to reach the outside world.
However, those who left quietly and alone, lacking official identification, often beca undocunted fugitives or vagrants.
Those seeking legitimate opportunities typically worked through teor City's Elders, finding employnt with criminal syndicates in exchange for identification papers.
Even the infamous Zoldyck family recruited household staff and spouses for their heirs from teor City.
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