In HxH with Doraemon Pocket Chapter 97 - 96

He desecrated the graves of Uvogin and Pakunoda to collect their eyes and even managed to steal Kurapika's and Gon's eyes. (This is non canon episode)

In doing so, he enraged both the protagonists and the antagonists, eventually drawing both groups against him.

Ultimately, Omokage was defeated by Gon, Kurapika, Killua, and Leorio, while the puppets he created were destroyed by mbers of the Phantom Troupe.

The end ca when Reizi, unable to accept her brother's madness and existence in such a grotesque form, painfully delivered a "justice backstab" to his kidney with a dagger.

In the end, the mortally wounded Omokage and his puppet version of Reizi perished together in the flas that engulfed their grand mansion.

"Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad."

Omokage was a lunatic utterly incompatible with the Phantom Troupe.

After taking just one look at Omokage, Morin lost all interest in him.

Omokage, on the other hand, found Morin utterly captivating after witnessing what had just transpired.

Omokage cast a sidelong glance at Morin, observing him closely out of the corner of his eye.

With a faint smile tugging at his lips, the small ring on the left side of his mouth swayed slightly as he spoke.

"I had thought Chrollo was already strong enough, but I never expected soone even more formidable to exist within the Phantom Troupe!"

As his emotions surged, Omokage's thoughts raced:

"Not only does he possess an exceptionally strong physique, but his talent and Nen ability are extraordinary!"

"This is the perfect material for my ultimate puppet!"

His lips curved into an involuntary smirk, unable to contain his growing excitent.

"Joining the Phantom Troupe was undoubtedly the best decision I've ever made."

Surveying the other mbers of the Troupe, Omokage mused to himself:

"I must find a way to turn these people into puppets."

"Even if creating puppets of so of them proves difficult, I absolutely must make a puppet of this vice leader!"

"Once I have a puppet of him, I can fuse it with myself to use his Nen abilities and talents. With that power, combined with my tools, I'll be far stronger than I am now!"

Suppressing his inner impulses and desires, Omokage discreetly licked his lips.

"Now isn't the right ti. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

Omokage's arrival did not attract much attention.

He showed no interest in mingling with others, and the rest of the group had no inclination to approach him either. His presence was unremarkable.

Unaware that Omokage had set his sights on him, Morin sat with Pakunoda, continuing their unfinished conversation.

Sitting close together, Morin couldn't help but notice the faint, unique fragrance emanating from Pakunoda—a distinctively feminine scent.

He wondered whether it was her natural body scent or sothing else entirely.

As Pakunoda spoke, Morin finally understood what it ant for soone's breath to be "as sweet as orchids."

Einstein famously used a relativity example:

"Spend five minutes sitting near a fire, and it feels like an hour. Spend an hour with a beautiful person, and it feels like only five minutes have passed."

At that mont, Morin felt he understood that sentint entirely.

The other Troupe mbers paid no mind to Morin and Pakunoda's closeness.

To them, Morin and Pakunoda had previously traveled and trained together, so such interactions were expected.

For mbers with no interest or understanding of matters like romance, Morin and Pakunoda's subtle intimacy wasn't worth noting.

The only exception was Shalnark.

As a seasoned "veteran of the field," he alternated glances between Morin and Pakunoda, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

His expression gradually beca one of realization, and a knowing smile crept across his lips.

Ti passed quickly, and soon, two more figures arrived at the gathering.

The first was Franklin, the elder brother figure, followed by a strange man wrapped in bandages and wearing red boxing gloves.

Franklin's earlobes had grown even longer, and the scars on his face had beco more nacing.

Clearly, he had spent the past three years training relentlessly.

Most notably, Franklin's fingers now bore cutting scars, a result of his newly developed Nen ability, [Double Machine Gun].

Franklin had transford his hands into gun barrels capable of firing chunks of Nen as bullets.

Although firing Nen bullets did not require such modifications, Franklin believed the changes increased the destructive power of his attacks.

This was an example of a restriction and vow, where Franklin's finger amputations allowed him to produce more devastating bullets and fire them endlessly.

Franklin's calm deanor and unwavering determination made him soone who was even willing to endure such pain to strengthen himself.

The person accompanying him was a new mber bearing the number "10," nad Bonolenov.

Bonolenov, also known as the "Mummy," was a mber of the persecuted minority known as the Gyudondond Tribe.

His bandaged body concealed nurous wind holes of varying sizes, created in his childhood by stabbing his body with wooden spikes.

When his body moved, airflow through these holes produced distinct sounds, a cultural trait of his people, who claid to be "the most beautiful warriors."

During battle, Bonolenov removed his bandages, revealing his body, and fought with punches in rhythm to music.

His Nen ability, [Battle Cantabile], allowed him to produce music through his movents to unleash various attacks.

Examples of his techniques included:

[Prelude]: Summons his tribe's traditional attire and weapons for high-speed attacks.

[Jupiter]: Manifests a massive, planet-like sphere to crush opponents at supersonic speeds.

This formidable ability was a result of the tornt he endured during his childhood.

After arriving, the atmosphere grew livelier.

Franklin greeted the older mbers and introduced Bonolenov to everyone.

As the big brother figure, Franklin always took care of new recruits.

He and Bonolenov also expressed gratitude toward Morin.

Both had benefited greatly from the training insights Morin shared, which accelerated their Nen progression.

With this gathering, the Phantom Troupe was nearly complete, save for three mbers—Uvogin's group.

Morin found this unusual.

"Uvogin is usually the most punctual. He's always the first to arrive, even if delayed by so unforeseen circumstance."

Before he could dwell on it further, a hearty laugh echoed across the beach from afar.

"Hahaha! Looks like we're not too late after all!"

The loud and cheerful voice carried unmistakable vitality and incredible lung capacity.

"That idiot?"

Feitan dug at his ear. "Still as energetic as ever."

Without needing to see, Feitan knew exactly who it was just from the sound of that booming voice.

The sheer volu and reach of the voice were enough to wake Phinks, who had been lying on the ground in a daze. Slowly opening his eyes, he groggily asked, "What's going on?"

The first thing Phinks saw after opening his eyes was three figures rushing toward them in the distance.

Leading the charge was none other than Uvogin, his wild, muscular fra radiating excitent as he grinned from ear to ear.

"It's been ages, Morin, Chrollo, Pakunoda, Feitan, Franklin!!"

From afar, Uvogin was already shouting his greetings.

"Idiot, it's supposed to be Boss and Vice Boss!" Nobunaga's voice carried a teasing rebuke from behind him.

Machi followed silently, her face composed, but her eyes lit up slightly upon spotting Morin. However, her gaze subtly shifted upon noticing Pakunoda beside him, now more stunning than ever, and her expression montarily hardened.

After a brief flicker of emotion, Machi's face returned to its usual calm.

The three of them had clearly been traveling for so ti, as their appearances were sowhat dusty and weathered.

"What took you so long?"

Seeing the trio finally arrive, Morin's face broke into a smile. Stepping forward, he extended his fist toward Uvogin.

"We ran into a little trouble on the way, got held up for a bit," Uvogin replied, laughing heartily as he raised his massive fist to et Morin's in a friendly bump.

"Looks like you've gotten even stronger, Morin!"

"And so have you all," Morin replied, giving the three a quick once-over. They seed to be in good shape.

"Looks like you've gained so valuable experience at Heaven's Arena?"

The trio's aura was heavy and substantial, though it also carried traces of a recent battle.

It felt as if soone had been pursuing them, only for them to turn the tables and escape.

Did they co straight from Heaven's Arena? Morin made a ntal note to investigate later.

"It's all thanks to the guidance you gave us, and those training notes Pakunoda delivered," Uvogin said, his grin widening.

"Seriously, thanks a ton, Morin—wait, I an, Vice Boss!"

"Co on, no need for all that between us," Morin said with a chuckle, giving Uvogin's thick, muscular arm a friendly slap before turning his attention to Machi, who stood just behind Uvogin and Nobunaga.

"Hey there."

He mimicked Shalnark's casual tone, offering a relaxed greeting.

"Long ti no see, Machi."

Morin's face, now more refined and striking with age, softened into a charming smile—a smile that would have made any young girl blush and her heart race if she had been there to see it.

"You've beco… even more impressive than before," Machi comnted, her tone carrying a subtle undertone.

Morin maintained his smile, but inwardly he let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Morin almost repeated the complints he had given Pakunoda earlier—this ti to Machi.

Although such words could be effective in praising a woman, Pakunoda was likely watching from behind.

Complinting one woman in front of another with the exact sa lines? What kind of godlike tactician could pull off such a stunt?

While Morin swiftly changed his approach to avoid a misstep, Machi's reaction was less than encouraging. She gave him a calm glance, her eyes briefly flashing with an unreadable emotion, then nodded perfunctorily before turning away.

"Huh?"

Morin was baffled. What had he done to offend her just monts after she arrived?

But soon, with his keen observational skills, Morin noticed Machi's occasional glances toward Pakunoda.

Pakunoda, on the other hand, stood with her arms crossed and a confident smile. Casually, she adjusted her stance, emphasizing her natural assets—setting off an impressive display of her figure.

anwhile, Machi's reaction was telling. She glanced down at herself, her eyelid twitching slightly before resolutely ignoring Morin entirely.

Even though she'd been eating well and her developnt had been decent, she couldn't compete with Pakunoda's impressive physique.

This difference had always existed. Back in teor City, Pakunoda's figure was already beginning to show promise, far surpassing Machi's in natural developnt.

"Ah..."

Morin finally understood what was going on.

After so thought, he realized there was nothing he could do about the situation.

The more he said, the more mistakes he would make, so he silently chose to distance himself.

Caught between two formidable won, especially ones with this level of strength, wasn't a situation easily managed.

And in Machi's case, there wasn't much Morin could do to help.

None of his tools were particularly suited for resolving this kind of issue.

After all... Doraemon was a children's manga, not a niche adult series.

Uvogin's arrival marked the completion of the Phantom Troupe's gathering.

Chrollo allowed so ti to pass, waiting until Uvogin finished exchanging greetings with Feitan, Franklin, and the others. Uvogin even bumped shoulders with Phinks in a friendly competition of strength.

"All right, everyone," Chrollo said, rising from his seat on the reef and clapping his hands softly.

The chatter stopped imdiately. All eyes turned to Chrollo.

Looking at the gathered mbers, Chrollo noted with satisfaction that the Troupe had finally co together in full. The Spider had reached its complete form.

His lips curved slightly into a rare smile, and he closed his eyes for a mont.

"It's been a while."

With that, the Phantom Troupe's lineup was officially complete:

Leader: Chrollo Lucilfer [No. 0]

Deputy Leader: Morin [No. 1]

mbers:

Feitan [No. 2]

Machi [No. 3]

n'ei [No. 4]

Phinks [No. 5]

Shalnark [No. 6]

Franklin [No. 7]

Nobunaga [No. 8]

Pakunoda [No. 9]

Bonolenov [No. 10]

Uvogin [No. 11]

Kortopi [No. 12]