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Chapter 94: Two Percent New

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Chapter 94: Two Percent

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The five of them left the cave, and Leorio's footsteps were the first thing to disturb the morning quiet.

He was doing more hopping than walking, lifting his briefcase whenever he cleared a root as though declaring victory over the island itself. When his shoe nearly caught between two rocks, he recovered his balance and continued without acknowledging it.

"Hot food, a bath, and a proper bed. I swear I'm never sleeping on the ground again."

Killua spoke from behind him.

"You said that before you went to sleep in the tower."

"I didn't have a choice."

"And last night?"

Leorio turned and began walking backward.

"Like I've had a choice about anything on this island."

Gon quickened his pace to walk beside him.

"What's the first thing you'll do when we arrive?"

Leorio raised a finger with each answer.

"Eat until I can't move, take a bath, then sleep for a whole day."

"If you can't move after eating, who's going to carry you to the bath?" Killua asked.

Leorio slowed. He looked at his three raised fingers, then revised his plan with complete seriousness.

"Bath first."

"There's still one more phase before we get our licenses," Kurapika said.

Leorio's hand dropped slightly, but two steps later, he raised it again.

"Then I'll celebrate getting off this island first and worry about the next disaster when it arrives."

Gon laughed. Kurapika merely pointed out the root Leorio nearly tripped over next. Watching Leorio throw up his arms in celebration simply because he had survived another phase, Tonpa felt the corner of his mouth twitch.

'If enthusiasm were enough to earn a Hunter License, this idiot would have passed on the first day.'

The trees opened ahead of them, and the smell of the sea reached Tonpa.

His pace slowed without his permission.

The dock meant the end of the island.

It also meant Hisoka would be there.

His smile disappeared. His hand moved instinctively toward his chest, then stopped.

Both Badges were in Spatial Storage. He did not need to worry about anyone stealing them now.

He looked toward the dock.

'If Hisoka only wanted the Badges, we could negotiate.'

The first wooden post appeared between the trees, followed by the dock stretching over the water. Gon and Leorio reached the clearing first. Tonpa fell half a step back until Kurapika's shoulder was in front of him.

He did not stop there. He shifted sideways, placing Leorio between himself and the far side of the dock, then edged closer to Gon, using him to hide a little more of his body.

Killua turned toward him.

"Is that draft back?"

Tonpa remembered the hall beneath Trick Tower and felt an urge to push the boy into the sea.

"The shore's exposed, and this torn shirt doesn't keep anything out."

Leorio glanced back and noticed where he was standing.

"Then stand behind a rock, not me."

"Rocks don't move in the direction I want."

Killua smiled.

"So that's why you picked Leorio?"

Leorio raised his fist. Tonpa moved beside Kurapika before his temporary protection could become a new threat.

'An entire week spent building trust, and these two would hand me over to Hisoka for a joke.'

He stepped onto the dock.

Then stopped.

A playing card turned between two fingers at the far end.

Tonpa's stomach tightened before he raised his eyes. Hisoka leaned against one of the posts, wearing the same calm smile that promised nothing calm.

Beside Tonpa, Gon stopped laughing. Tonpa followed his gaze and found it fixed on the playing card. Then Gon started moving again, and Tonpa's attention returned to the rest of the dock.

Hisoka was not alone.

A tall man with a face distorted by needles stood a short distance away. Tonpa needed only one glance to recognize Illumi beneath Gittarackur's disguise. Near the edge of the dock, Hanzo sat with his arms resting on his knees. Pokkle stood beside him, his bow slung behind his shoulder.

Four.

A fifth person moved near the ladder, revealing the Badge pinned to his chest.



Tonpa's eyes stopped on the number, then rose to its owner's face. He recognized him as one of the additional applicants who had made it out of the tower, though he had not expected to see him here.

Shishito.

A rope tied to one of the posts shifted. A man sitting behind a wooden crate leaned to one side, bringing his face into view. Tonpa's gaze settled on another Badge he had not expected to find here.



Sommy.

With their group's arrival, eleven applicants stood gathered on the dock.

A long breath escaped Tonpa. It carried no relief. It felt more like a quiet farewell to another piece of the future he remembered.

'Bodoro didn't make it. Shishito and Sommy are here, and I'm the extra nobody asked for. Even canon is adding applicants in bulk now.'

He remembered nine reaching the final phase. His memory might not have retained every face in the background, but he remembered Bodoro clearly because of what Killua had done to him in the anime.

He scanned the dock again.

No sign of him.

If everyone present had enough points, nine would become eleven. Three applicants who had not belonged in the final phase he remembered, each capable of sending the matchups in a different direction.

Ding!

His next breath caught in his throat.

A red window spread before his eyes. His gaze landed on the number at the bottom, and his fingers curled into his palm until his nails pressed into the skin.

[Main Storyline Deviation has increased.]

[1% → 2%]

'Damn it.'

The System was not finished.

Ding!

[Warning: A powerful individual is watching the Host.]

The hair on Tonpa's arms rose.

He did not turn his head. His gaze drifted over the water, the posts, then the faces at the edge of his vision as he tried to determine which of the two monsters had decided to take an interest in him.

The playing card stopped between Hisoka's fingers.

The pause lasted only a moment. Hisoka tilted his head slightly, his smile widening by a fraction Tonpa barely caught.

A third window appeared.

Tonpa's eyes caught on the name. A chill spread beneath his shirt despite the morning warmth.

[Hisoka's Current State: Surprised.]

'By what?'

He forced his shoulders to remain loose and bent to adjust his shoelace, though it was not untied. When he straightened, he kept Gon between himself and Hisoka.

Had Hisoka noticed the difference since their last encounter on the island? Tonpa's aura was no longer leaking, but his strength and speed had changed since then. Perhaps Hisoka had noticed something else—something Tonpa himself could not sense.

The worst possibility was that he found the surprise entertaining.

'Watch someone else. Shishito's brand-new. Still in the wrapper.'

A broad shadow fell across the dock.

Tonpa looked up. The wind struck him first, sweeping Gon's hair backward. The airship descended over the water, its engines roaring loudly enough to make the wooden boards tremble before its door came level with the dock.

The door opened, and a short gangway extended from it. An official stood at its entrance with a clipboard and asked each applicant to present their Badges before boarding.

The line moved slowly. As his turn approached, Tonpa willed Badges 16 and 303 out of Spatial Storage, keeping them cupped in his hand until he reached the official.

The official inspected them, recorded his six points, then returned them and waved him through. Tonpa closed his fingers around the Badges and willed them back into storage before stepping onto the gangway.

He crossed without looking toward Hisoka.

He did not need to look to feel those eyes on his back.

By the time the Badge checks were finished and the door closed, all eleven applicants were aboard.

The windows rattled as the airship rose away from the island.

Tonpa chose a seat apart from the others at the end of the lounge and rested his head against the wall. The survivors' voices carried between the other seats. He should have felt relieved now that he had officially passed the Fourth Phase, but the new number remained lodged in his mind.

Two percent.

He closed his eyes, and Bodoro's face appeared in place of the window.

In the future he remembered, the man had reached the final phase. After confronting Illumi, Killua had killed Bodoro, failed the exam, and returned to Kukuroo Mountain. Gon and the others had followed him, beginning the Zoldyck Family arc.

Now Bodoro had not even made it this far.

'I stole a Badge to keep myself alive. Did I steal an entire arc along with it?'

Tonpa opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling.

Bodoro's absence guaranteed nothing. Shishito might take his place in the matchups, and someone else might become the victim. Then the memory of Killua holding the needle between his fingers returned, and Tonpa's jaw tightened.

Bodoro was not the only thing missing from that scene.

The needle was no longer in Killua's head either.

Illumi remained, along with everything the family had instilled in Killua over the years. Removing a piece of metal had not erased all of it. But it had made Tonpa less certain of what would happen when the brothers stood face-to-face.

'He might pass this time. Or Illumi might find another way to send him home. Damn it… I didn't just change the names of the opponents.'

His stomach slowly churned. He no longer had enough information to be certain of anything. Every attempt to put the pieces in order ended with another possibility.

Hisoka's laughter drifted from the other side of the lounge.

Tonpa stood.

He could not remain seated imagining the matches, so he headed into the corridor under the pretext of looking for water. A few steps beyond the lounge, the walls began to muffle the engines' roar.

Ding!

His foot stopped before it touched the floor.

[Warning: Killua Zoldyck is watching the Host.]

Tonpa closed his eyes for a moment.

'Does this brat never get tired?'

He continued without looking back. As he passed a window, he caught the reflection of white hair at the lounge entrance. It slipped out of view the moment his gaze shifted toward it.

Apparently, Killua was still suspicious. What Tonpa had done for Gon had bought him only one percentage point, exactly as the System had announced.

He kept walking until he reached another bend.

Gon stood at a long window, his palms resting on the ledge as he watched the clouds beneath the airship. He did not look up at the approaching footsteps.

Tonpa slowed.

This quietness was nothing like Gon's enthusiasm as they had left the cave. But it reminded Tonpa of the look he had seen on the dock, when the boy's eyes had settled on Hisoka's card.

It brought a scene from the anime to mind.

Was the Badge still bothering him? Tonpa remembered that Gon had struggled to accept the way Hisoka had returned it, along with the debt Hisoka had insisted on placing him under. Perhaps seeing him again had brought those feelings back.

Tonpa's gaze shifted to the glass. A reflection of white hair appeared at the bend for a moment, then vanished.

Killua might be watching him. He might be worried about Gon. Tonpa did not need to settle that question now. It was enough that the boy had stayed close enough to see what he was about to do.

The corner of his mouth rose.

'A chance to fool the brat… without even having to look at him.'

He approached the window.

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Chapter 95: Two Watchers New


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Tonpa approached the window, but caught his smile reflected in the glass before he reached Gon.

He wiped it from his face immediately.

He slowed his steps, relaxed his shoulders, and stopped far enough away that Gon would not feel obliged to turn toward him. The boy kept both palms on the ledge, watching the clouds beneath the airship without lifting his head.

A drop slipped from his chin and landed on his hand.

Gon quickly wiped his cheek with his wrist, then turned his face slightly toward the glass. His reflection still revealed the two wet tracks the tears had left on his skin.

Tonpa spoke quietly.

"Are you all right?"

Gon's fingers shifted against the ledge. He passed his wrist beneath his eye again.

"I'm fine."

The answer came too quickly. Then he looked outside once more.

'Of course. That's why you're staring at the clouds as though they stole your Badge.'

Tonpa kept the thought to himself. He moved to stand beside Gon, leaving a little space between them, and looked through the window instead of watching his face.

"You don't look fine."

"I'm just thinking."

"Dangerous habit. Look what it's done to me."

Gon finally turned toward him. A brief smile touched his lips, but disappeared before it reached his eyes.

Killua did not emerge from around the corner. A reflected tuft of white hair, however, remained at the edge of the glass.

He was still there.

Tonpa looked back at the clouds.

"I won't make you talk. I just wanted to make sure you weren't hurt."

Gon was silent for a few moments. His head dipped, and he pressed his thumb against the wooden ledge until the tip turned white.

"I'm frustrated."

Tonpa said nothing. He gave the silence time, and the rest came without prompting.

"I managed to take Hisoka's Badge, but I couldn't keep it. Another applicant caught me off guard and stole it along with mine. Then Hisoka got them back and returned them to me."

Gon's jaw tightened.

"I didn't ask him to help me. I refused to take the Badge, and he punched me."

He raised a hand toward his face, then lowered it before touching his skin.

"He said I could give it back when I could return that punch."

His eyes dropped to his hands.

"Now I have the six points, but I don't feel like I earned them."

Tonpa had heard what happened before. He had not expected it to weigh so visibly on Gon after the phase was over. He kept his gaze on the hand clenched against the ledge. The boy seemed less angry about losing the two Badges than about being unable to refuse them when they were returned.

'At least Hisoka gave you your Badge. I paid a thousand points for something to wash my ass with.'

Gon's shoulders sank after the admission, but his fist remained tight.

"If you were me, wouldn't you feel the same?"

Tonpa almost gave him the answer he expected. But the lie seemed ridiculous even to him.

"I'd have taken the Badge and run before Hisoka changed his mind."

Gon blinked. Tonpa shrugged.

"You asked what I would do."

"Then you don't understand."

Gon did not say it angrily. He simply looked outside again, and that stopped Tonpa before he could add another joke.

"I understand that you didn't want his help. But you took the Badge from him yourself before that other applicant attacked you, didn't you?"

Gon nodded slowly.

"You planned it and waited for your chance. What happened afterward doesn't erase that."

"But it proved I wasn't strong enough."

"Yes."

Gon turned toward him.

Tonpa made no effort to soften the answer. He let it sit between them for a moment, then continued.

"You weren't strong enough to protect what you took. That's what happened. It doesn't mean you never deserved to get this far."

Gon lowered his eyes.

"Without Hisoka, I wouldn't have had the points."

Tonpa lifted a hand and pointed at himself.

"And without you lot, I wouldn't have reached the dock on my own two feet. You carried me after I was poisoned. Killua saved my life. Leorio treated me. And Kurapika kept dealing with problems I'd rather have run away from."

His face warmed slightly. None of that was a lie, which made using it this way more embarrassing.

"But we wanted to help you," Gon said. "Hisoka didn't do it for my sake."

"I know. I'm not asking you to thank him."

Tonpa waited until Gon lifted his head a little.

"Do you want to keep his Badge forever?"

"No."

"Then train until you can give it back. Not because you're grateful, but because you want to settle this yourself. You won't get stronger by standing here punishing yourself for what happened."

Gon's thumb moved along the ledge, though his fist did not fully unclench. He remained quiet for a while, then looked at Tonpa.

"What about you? Doesn't it bother you that you needed us?"

Tonpa lowered his hand.

"It bothers me that I nearly died. The fact that you didn't let me die? No."

A faint smile appeared on Gon's face.

Tonpa smiled back, then found himself adding:

"These are the happiest days I've had in a long time."

The words nearly caught in his throat. He continued before he had to think too seriously about them.

"For the first time in years, I've gotten this far because people wanted me to make it with them, not because I ruined someone else's chances. Even Killua…"

He stopped and looked at the clouds.

The reflected tuft of white hair shifted near the corner.

"What about Killua?" Gon asked.

"I consider him a friend."

Gon's eyes widened slightly.

Tonpa chuckled under his breath.

"I know he doesn't trust me. He watches me most of the time and looks ready to tear my arm off if I approach you in a way he doesn't like. But that's fine. Considering what he knows about me, I wasn't expecting a much better start."

This time, Gon's smile was real.

"Killua doesn't tear people's arms off for no reason."

"That's very reassuring. I'll ask him for a list of acceptable reasons before I sleep anywhere near him again."

Gon laughed, the sound carrying into the quiet corridor. His grip on the ledge loosened, and color returned to his fingertips.

Tonpa watched him for a moment, then lowered his voice.

"Don't tell him I said that. He'll find a way to make me regret it."

Gon shook his head, still smiling.

"I think he'd be happy."

'I think he'd demand that I prove our friendship before a committee.'

Tonpa kept the thought off his face. He simply watched as Gon wiped the remaining moisture from beneath his eyes.

"I knew you'd changed."

Something tightened in Tonpa's chest.

'And no one makes a con artist feel ashamed of succeeding quite as easily as you do.'

Ding!

A window appeared before him. His eyes caught on the number of targets, then shifted to the edge of the glass.

[Group Deception Registered.]

[Number of Targets: 2.]

[Nen Points +30]

[Experience Points +30]

[Total Nen Points: 3,954]

[Experience Points: 10,994/16,200]

[Gon Freecss's Trust: 40% → 45%]

[Killua Zoldyck's Trust: 27% → 32%]

'Thirty points for admitting I'm friends with that brat. I'm beginning to think my dignity is far too cheap.'

The reflection of white hair withdrew behind the corner and disappeared.

Ding!

Tonpa's eyes stopped on the new message. The corner of his mouth moved before he could control it.

[Killua Zoldyck has stopped watching the Host.]

'Finally. Even guards need an emotional break.'

He turned toward Gon before the glass could betray his smile.

"Keep the Badge for now. When you can punch Hisoka, give it back to him yourself."

Gon lifted his head. The bitterness had not entirely left his face, but his eyes had regained the focus Tonpa had found missing when he approached.

"I will."

Tonpa nodded and left before he had to offer another piece of honest advice for free.

Click!

The sound came from a speaker mounted in the corridor ceiling. Gon looked up, and nearby doors opened amid the voices of other applicants.

"Individual interviews with the Chairman of the Hunter Exam Committee will begin shortly. All eleven applicants are to report to the crew member by the lounge for their room assignments, then wait in their rooms until their numbers are called."

Tonpa's mouth went dry.

He remembered the ball game aboard the airship and the moment he had used his ability on the old man, only to gain a fraction of a second.

'Of course he wants to see me alone. Why would monsters be satisfied with watching me in public?'

He returned to the lounge, where a crew member stood holding a list of applicant numbers. The man gave Tonpa his room number, pointed out the interview room at the other end of the corridor, and told him to wait for the announcement.

Tonpa went to his room and closed the door. It had no more space than he needed: a bed fixed against the wall, a round window, and a single chair beneath it.

He sat on the chair and remembered that his two Badges were safely stored with the Cosmic Water Cannon and the rest of his belongings.

'Excellent. My most important possessions are stored next to an ass sprayer.'

The speaker clicked with each new number. Every time an announcement began, Tonpa raised his head, then leaned back in his chair when he heard a name other than his own.

Footsteps passed his door and receded. He listened for their return, trying to estimate how long the applicant had spent with Netero, but lost track when he began preparing answers to questions he had not yet heard.

Click!

Tonpa straightened before the voice began.

"Applicant number sixteen, Tonpa. Please proceed to the interview room."

He pressed his palms against his knees, then stood.

'It's an interview. The man has no reason to kill me, and I have no reason to use any stupid abilities on him this time.'

His pulse did not settle.

He left his room and walked down the corridor until he reached the door the crew member had indicated. When he opened it, he found a Japanese-style room with woven mats covering the floor. A low table stood in the center, with two floor cushions facing each other.

Netero sat cross-legged on one of them, his hands resting on his knees. He looked far too harmless for a man who could end Tonpa's life before he even saw him move.

'The worst kind of old man. He doesn't even need to look frightening.'

Netero gestured toward the opposite cushion.

"Please, sit."

Tonpa entered and closed the door behind him. He left his shoes at the edge of the mats, then approached and settled onto the cushion, keeping his back straight and his hands still on his thighs.

Netero raised his head.

Their eyes met. The Chairman's smile widened slightly.

Ding!

Tonpa's fingers tightened against his knees.

[Warning: An extremely powerful individual is analyzing the Host.]

Netero did not look away. One white eyebrow shifted slightly, and he tilted his head.

Another message appeared.

Tonpa's gaze landed on the name. His breath caught.

[Netero's Current State: Surprised.]

'Damn it… What did he see?'

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"I knew you'd changed."

Something tightened in Tonpa's chest.

'And no one makes a con artist feel ashamed of succeeding quite as easily as you do.'

Ding!

A window appeared before him. His eyes caught on the number of targets, then shifted to the edge of the glass.

[Group Deception Registered.]
You know a depressing thing about the System, with how it works here?

Every single time Tonpa makes a statement that could be considered a deception, the System tells him it was one and then rewards him for it.

If he genuinely wanted to change and become a better person by making different choices, "Deception Registered" would probably pop up at some point anyway and make him think that he's not actually changing and that he can't change. Just constant negative reinforcement.

And if he does ever stop getting points for calling them his friends or treating them kindly... Then what exactly does he do? It's super convenient and he needs to get stronger, or he'll die, and this might be the only way for him to reliably strengthen his talents at Nen.
[Netero's Current State: Surprised.]

'Damn it… What did he see?'
He's a monster, so he was probably able to figure out the increase in Tonpa's nen affinity.
 
Chapter 96: Unwanted Attention New

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[Netero's Current State: Surprised.]

'Damn it… What did he see?'

Tonpa remained seated on the cushion, his hands still on his thighs except for his thumb pressing against a fingertip. He wanted to look away from Netero, but looking away now might make it seem as though he had something to hide.

So he maintained a polite smile while silently cursing the old man, his eyebrows, and his ability to make silence feel like part of an interrogation.

Netero studied him for another moment.

Then his smile widened.

The window faded from Tonpa's sight.

Breathing came a little easier, though he did not let his shoulders relax. The window's disappearance did not mean Netero had stopped analyzing him. Perhaps the System simply felt that one notification was enough to put him on edge.

"I'd like to ask you a few questions before we begin the final phase," Netero said.

Tonpa inclined his head politely.

"Of course, Chairman. Please go ahead."

'And make it quick, before you decide to examine my soul with your bare hands.'

Netero picked up a sheet of paper from beside the table without looking at it.

"Which applicants would you rather not face?"

Tonpa almost asked whether he wanted the names ranked by how quickly they would kill him. He swallowed the response. There was no need to think; those four faces had been waiting in his mind ever since he learned that the final phase would involve direct matches.

He raised one finger.

"Hisoka."

Then a second.

"Gittarackur."

A third.

"Killua."

He added a fourth.

"And Hanzo."

Netero looked at the raised fingers for a moment, then laughed.

It was a brief laugh, but it made Tonpa lower his hand slowly.

'What's so funny? You asked who I didn't want to fight, not who I could beat in my dreams.'

"Four names?" Netero asked.

"I'd rather give a thorough answer."

"And why those four?"

Tonpa held his smile in place.

"Hisoka needs no explanation. The man with the needles makes standing near him feel like a poor decision, and I don't want to find out what Killua can do when winning means taking down his opponent. As for Hanzo, I've seen enough of how he moves to know I don't want to be in front of him when he stops joking."

Netero returned to the third name.

"Killua too? I thought the two of you had become friends."

Tonpa had not expected news of his recent friendship to reach the Chairman so quickly. For a moment, he pictured Killua sitting on this very cushion, describing him to the head of the exam committee in terms that would do him no favors.

"That's another reason not to fight him."

"How so?"

"Because I've seen him move up close."

Tonpa let the answer settle before adding:

"Besides, losing to a friend would be embarrassing, and beating him would make sleeping near him even more dangerous than it already is. I don't see a good outcome either way."

Netero's shoulders shook with a quiet chuckle.

'Excellent. Even the Chairman enjoys the idea of me dying in my sleep.'

Netero nodded as though the answer had confirmed something he already knew.

Tonpa's stomach tightened.

'Stop nodding like that. I'm answering a question, not helping you diagnose some mysterious disease.'

Netero turned the sheet between his fingers.

"All right. Which applicant would you most like to face?"

This time, Tonpa needed a moment to make sure the question was serious.

The remaining names passed through his mind. Gon might refuse to surrender even if his bones broke. Kurapika would distrust every move Tonpa made. Leorio was weaker than the others, but fighting him would crush the trust Tonpa had spent the entire exam building. As for Pokkle, Shishito, and Sommy, he knew too little about them to choose any one of them with confidence.

The answer was obvious.

"No one."

One of Netero's eyebrows rose.

Tonpa continued before he could be asked to explain.

"If there's a way to pass without fighting anyone, I'd be delighted to take it."

Amusement returned to Netero's face.

"Most applicants chose someone they wanted to test themselves against, or an opponent they thought they could defeat."

"Then I wish them an enjoyable exam. I'll settle for passing."

'The license won't shine any brighter if I arrive on a stretcher.'

Netero laughed again, a little longer this time.

"You really are an interesting man, Tonpa."

A chill spread across Tonpa's back.

'Every dangerous person I meet finds me interesting. Just once, I'd like one of these monsters to find me boring and forget I exist.'

Netero set the paper aside.

"That will be all. You may go."

Tonpa did not move immediately. He waited half a heartbeat to make sure the man was not joking, then bowed politely and rose from the cushion.

"Thank you for your time."

'And thank you for not opening my skull to look for the answers yourself.'

He put on his shoes at the edge of the tatami, opened the door, and stepped into the corridor. He closed it quietly behind him and maintained the same pace for two steps.

On the third, he released the breath trapped in his chest.

Netero had not killed him, asked about the System, or mentioned the skill Tonpa had used on him during the ball game. Compared with what he had expected, the interview had been practically a free win.

He quickened his pace, rounded the corner at the end of the corridor, and disappeared.

Netero remained seated before the low table, his eyes resting on the closed door.

Several moments passed before he rose.

He opened the door and looked down the empty corridor where Tonpa had gone. His smile remained, but his eyes narrowed slightly, as though following a trace only he could see.

"A Specialist, then…"

His white eyebrow rose.

"Interesting."

Tonpa was two corridors away when the chime rang inside his head.

Ding!

His foot stopped in midair.

[Netero's Current State: Impressed.]

He slowly lowered his foot and looked back. All he saw was the empty corridor and the corner hiding the interview room.

'Impressed? What did I do in the last three minutes to deserve another disaster?'

He waited for an explanation.

None appeared.

He faced forward and walked faster.

'I don't want your admiration. Save it for someone who can survive it.'

He had no idea what Netero had discovered, but he could still feel the old man's smile between his shoulder blades when he reached his room.

He closed the door, leaned back against it, and waited through several breaths.

No further warning appeared.

He left the door and sat on the edge of the bed. He did not know how much time remained before the final phase, but there was enough to rest his legs and stop his mind from replaying the interview twenty times.

He summoned his status panel.

The blue window appeared silently.

[Level: 5]

[Total Nen Points: 3,954]

[Experience Points: 10,994/16,200]

[Nen Type: Specialist]

[Ten: 0%]

[Zetsu: 2%]

[Ren: 0%]

His gaze settled on his Nen Point balance. It was not enough to upgrade his Strength or Speed, nor to raise "Is That Your Mother?" to the next level. Even if he saved enough to upgrade his Strength, he could not raise it to A until his Endurance reached B.

Meanwhile, the next phase would pit him against an unknown opponent in a bracket that had changed before it even began.

He ran his finger over the number as though touching it might make it larger.

Three thousand nine hundred and fifty-four points had seemed like a fortune when he was chasing applicants through the tunnel for a single point per lie. Now it was not enough to upgrade even one stat, or to improve his only skill capable of distracting an opponent stronger than himself.

'Wonderful. The richer I get, the harder the System works to make me feel poor.'

He could hold on to his points and wait until he had enough. That was the sensible, measured choice—the sort a person might make if he did not have a final phase designed by Netero himself waiting ahead.

The other option glowed at the bottom of the panel.

[Hunter's Lottery]

The Cosmic Water Cannon immediately appeared in his mind, followed by the water arcing above him before falling onto his face.

His finger moved away from the option.

'I'm not doing it.'

He remained still for three seconds.

'It took a thousand points and gave me a bidet sprayer. A sensible person learns from experience.'

Another two seconds passed.

His finger drifted closer again.

'But a sensible person doesn't enter the final phase of the Hunter Exam with his Ten at zero percent, either.'

And not every lottery reward was garbage. "Is That Your Mother?" had come from that same wheel. It had saved him more than once when strength and plans had failed. One similar draw might give him a way to defend himself, an escape ability, or something that would stop Hisoka from looking at him like a meal he was saving for later.

At worst, he would lose a few points.

The water cannon returned to his mind.

'And some of what's left of my self-respect.'

He opened the Hunter's Lottery.

The dark wheel appeared before him, indistinct silver symbols scattered across its surface beneath the golden pointer fixed at the top. Tonpa regarded it with the distaste of a man who had willingly returned to the merchant who sold him a stone and called it a dragon egg.

"Just five hundred," he muttered.

He raised his hand, spreading his fingers to mark the number as though entering into a formal agreement with himself.

"Five draws. If I don't get anything, I stop."

'And this time I mean it. A sentence no gambler in history has ever regretted.'

He pressed the draw button at the center of the wheel.

[Cost per Draw: 100 Nen Points.]

[Does the Host wish to proceed?]

[Yes/No]

He pressed "Yes" before the remnants of his good sense could intervene.

The number at the edge of the interface decreased.

[Total Nen Points: 3,854]

The wheel began to spin beneath the fixed golden pointer.

The symbols accelerated until they blurred into a ring of silver light. Tonpa relaxed his shoulders, bracing himself for the "Thank you for trying" he knew so well from his previous draws.

He could almost see it before it appeared.

He had even begun calculating how much he would have left after the next four draws. Three thousand four hundred and fifty-four points, along with five fresh failures and another reason to curse the System before the exam began.

The wheel slowed.

An empty segment passed beneath the pointer.

Then another.

Tonpa leaned back, already starting to reach for the next draw.

A symbol settled beneath the pointer's tip.

The wheel flared with golden light.

His hand froze in midair.

'On the first try?'

Ding!

[Congratulations!]

[A reward has been won.]

[Reward Type: Skill.]

The mockery vanished from Tonpa's face.

A new line began to form beneath the notification.

He leaned toward it before the name appeared.



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