Killua watched, his uncovered eye darting along the line of the current game, as soon as Reborn turned in his direction he launched himself to Reborn's right, away from him and toward the helm. The wood groaned under the pressure before springing back into shape as he left. Killua nearly tripped himself up on his own rope, adjusting at the last second to the shortened distance he could step and grabbing a rope from the mast to steady and swing around the wheel.

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