Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 305 We're All Waiting for You
Moro secured the victory easily.

Killua and Barbara, who were defeated, need to "advance" to the next round.

However, given their abilities, winning a match would be a piece of cake for them.

Morrow tossed the number plate to Killua, and after Satsuki announced the winner, he walked off the training field and to the sidelines.

As the winner, he asked the man with the bean-shaped dough if he could not watch the game live.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Moro walked straight toward the gate.

He planned to go outside for some fresh air and to enjoy the scenery, while quietly waiting for the final test to end.

Kurt really wanted to go over, but since he hadn't even taken the field yet, he had to stay put.

As for Menchi and Kurapika, who served as examiners for the first few rounds, they naturally couldn't leave the stage at will.

Everyone could only watch as Moro left the training ground.

Moro went outside.

The mountain winds in January are biting and the sky seems almost within reach.

Facing the cold wind, Moro paused for a moment outside the gate, then keenly sensed the prying gaze cast from the shadows.

The person giving the look was most likely a member of a martial arts school.

Moro ignored the gazes from the shadows and continued along the stone path until he reached the edge of the cliff.

He sat down on an oval-shaped rock nearby and quietly watched the churning sea of ​​clouds.

The pure white clouds stretched out like silk, constantly changing shape in the wind.

In the far distance, several even higher mountain peaks pierce the clouds, like isolated islands floating in a white ocean.

Moro felt something.

It seems I'm always tirelessly rushing forward, and rarely have I taken the time to appreciate the scenery before me like I do now.

Morrow knew he could never be as magnanimous as King; in his view, the destination was always more important than the scenery along the way.

But at this moment, a mountain breeze caresses the face, and clouds drift and gather.

However, it must be admitted that occasionally pausing might not be a bad thing.

Time passes minute by minute.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded from a distance behind me.

That was the sound of wooden clogs stepping on the stone pavement.

Moro gazed intently at the sea of ​​clouds before him, a smile slowly spreading across his face. He then shifted his position, making room for himself.

The person wearing wooden clogs is naturally Kurt.

Kurt saw Morrow make room for him, smiled, and then, after getting closer, lightly leaped onto the rock and sat down next to Morrow.

Morrow turned to look at Kurt and asked, "How many games are left?"

"Did not notice."

Kurt shook his head slightly and said, "But it should be over soon."

"Yeah."

Moro smiled, recalling the group assignments on the bulletin board, and said, "If I remember correctly, you were in the same group as Leorio, right?"

"Yes, I almost got dragged down by him."

Kurt pursed his lips and said in a slightly annoyed tone, "I should have taken his number plate before the competition started, so that my opponent wouldn't have had a chance."

"That's true."

Presumably it was the testing rules that almost caused Kurt to fail, Morrow couldn't help but chuckle, and could roughly guess what had happened.

It's simply a matter of Leorio either sticking to his principle of not hiding behind children, or he just recklessly charged forward, thus giving his opponent the opportunity to snatch the number plate.

"So your overall perspective still needs further refinement, Kurt."

"Yes."

Kurt never shied away from his shortcomings, and said seriously, "I still have a lot to improve."

"Haha."

Moro glanced at Kurt's serious little face and couldn't help but laugh.

If you think about it carefully, Kurt should be ten years old this year.

But some traits seem to have never changed.

As the conversation ended, the two remained silent, quietly appreciating the beautiful scenery before them.

More than an hour later, the final test finally came to an end.

Of the twenty candidates who made it to the final round, those who were eliminated were Umori and Sisitu, who had lost to Somibapeng's team in the first round.

When Morrow and Kurt returned to the open-air training ground, they happened to run into Cisitu, who was looking for Umori with a gloomy expression. He looked like he had been terribly betrayed by his teammate.

This is true.

As a martial artist, Sisitu should have had an advantage in actual combat tests.

Unfortunately, this is a team competition, and variables are inevitable.

Umori only managed to get to the final stage thanks to his brother's protection, so when it came to the final test, his lack of strength was completely exposed.

It can only be said that Sisitu was unlucky.

But that's life; a certain "proportion" is always determined by luck.

Unwilling to accept defeat, Sisitu wanted to settle scores later, but was stopped by the brothers Amori and Imori.

In the end, the martial artist could only leave the open-air training ground alone, his figure dejected.

Even though this year's test was extremely friendly to the test takers, there will always be some who are disappointed.

This is the cruel side of the hunter test.

After the test officially ended, Doumianren arranged for all the test takers to have a meal and gave them two hours of rest.

Afterwards, he gathered everyone together for a briefing on the Hunter License.

This is necessary.

"Everyone, please look at this card. It's a hunter's license. You might think it looks ordinary, but it uses high-tech anti-counterfeiting and manufacturing techniques."

Holding the license, the man with the bean-shaped face explained, "Its functions are very powerful... First, with the card, you can enter about 90% of the countries that are prohibited from entering, as well as 75% of the restricted areas, and you can use 95% of public facilities for free."

Speaking of which,

The bean-faced man's tone became slightly serious.

"However, please note that licenses cannot be reissued, so please keep them safe. According to our statistics, one in five qualified applicants will lose their licenses within a year..."

Inside the room, the candidates listened quietly as the Beanman explained the purpose of the Hunter's License and the various rules of the Association.

The briefing lasted for more than an hour before it came to an end.

Moro sat in his seat, fiddling with the hunter's license he had just received.

Although I had already experienced the convenience of the Hunter License, I can now understand its significance more deeply after hearing Beanman's more detailed explanation.

This little card...

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a "privilege card".

It may look light and ordinary, but it carries the special rights that hunters throughout the ages have earned through their great achievements.

Behind every privilege may lie a story of life-or-death experiences.

Some people may develop a sense of belonging from this and aspire to emulate their predecessors.

Some people simply want to enjoy these special privileges.

The briefing session has ended.

The Bean Man stepped down, and Netero took his place.

"Everyone, once you leave here, you will be professional hunters just like us."

Netero looked at the seventeen candidates present and said, "We are both companions and competitors. In any case, I wish you all the best. Now, dismissed."

As Netero finished speaking, most of those present looked relaxed or had smiles on their faces.

Immediately, they all left the room and went out into the corridor.

People like Somi, Bapen, and the Amori brothers all quickly headed towards the exit.

People like Peng Si and Hanzo, however, have not left yet.

The reason is that Morrow hasn't come out of the room yet; Killua and Kalluto are also in the room with him.

As for why he remained in the room...

"Kurt, the association has the right to revoke your hunter's license before confirming your true age..."

Bean Noodle looked at Kurt calmly.

This isn't the first time someone has falsified their age to register for the Hunter Exam. But Kurt is the only one who has managed to obtain a Hunter License after falsifying their age.

"Oh, whatever."

After listening to the Bean Man's words, Kurt remained calm.

I came here just to have fun and never thought about getting a hunter's license. If you want to take it back, then take it back.

Kurt casually pulled out his hunter's license, not caring at all about the legal age limit, and handed it to Beanman.

As the Bean Man looked at the hunter's license that Kurt handed him, he instinctively reached out to take it.

He felt that Kurt was probably not in compliance with regulations, otherwise he wouldn't have deliberately falsified his age.

However, the specific situation still needs further confirmation.

In short, let's take the license back first.

Doumianren thought to himself.

Beside him, Moro suddenly said, "If we can find a particularly enthusiastic collector of licensed items, reselling them for hundreds of millions wouldn't be a problem."

"!"

Kurt reflexively withdrew his hand, almost forgetting about this.

The dough figurine man was caught off guard and paused for a moment.

Kurt looked at the stunned bean-faced man and asked quickly, "I'm ten years old this year, do I meet the requirements?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, the Bean Man gave a wry smile and nodded, saying, "Ten years old is the minimum age requirement for registering for the Hunter Exam. Since you are already ten years old, why are you falsifying your identity and age?"

"My pleasure."

Kurt didn't bother to explain, but glanced at Killua out of the corner of his eye.

Killua looked away, feeling a little guilty.

In an attempt to persuade Kurt to go home, he tried to dissuade him by arguing that Kurt was "too young"...

Then came the issue of falsifying one's identity and age.

The Bean Man didn't care about Kurt's attitude, but he needed to confirm his age, so he asked Kurt for his ID card number.

Out of respect for money, or knowing that Morrow had struggled to repay his debts, Kurt readily provided the information.

After checking the information on his portable laptop and confirming that Kurt had indeed turned ten, the matter was considered closed.

Kurt solemnly put away his hunter license, and on his small head, a smoke-like image seemed to have already formed of how to sell the hunter license for a high price.

"Don't even think about selling your license."

Morrow waved his hand to dispel the unreal, smoky images on Kurt's head.

Kurt asked doubtfully, "But aren't you short of money right now?"

"It's true that they're short of money, but it's not worth giving up a license for a few hundred million."

Moro chuckled and patted Kurt's head.

Kurt slapped Morrow's hand away as usual, saying nonchalantly, "Anyway, I don't need a license."

"You'll need it sooner or later, especially for the nature of your job."

Moro withdrew his hand.

Before Kurt could say anything more, Killua suddenly interrupted, "If Morro needs money, I can lend him some..."

"He doesn't lack it."

Kurt subtly took a half step forward, blocking Morrow's path, and looked up at his brother with a serious expression.

Killua noticed Kalluto's subtle movements, understood what was going on, and could only smile helplessly.

When they were little, if there were any new and fun toys they played with, he would never snatch them, but would always let Kurt have them...

not to mention,
There's no need to fight over it.

Killua thought of Gon.

Morrow glanced at Kurt and Killua, realizing he hadn't stooped to borrowing money from Killua, and pretended not to hear, moving on from the topic.

Subsequently,

The three left the room and came to the corridor, where they saw Gon, Leorio, Hanzo, and even several other examinees, including Pons.

As Moro emerged

Hanzo and his group immediately looked at Moro.

Meeting the gazes of those around him, Moro asked, "What, you haven't left yet?"

"Yes, we're all waiting for you."

Hanzo was the first to explain why he was still there.

Moro looked around at everyone with a slightly puzzled expression: "Wait for me?"

His gaze swept over Hanzo, landing on Pons, Barbara, and others, and he was surprised to find that even Shiba was among them.

He had some impression of this dashing female sniper, but they didn't interact during the test.

Peng Si's eyes gleamed with anticipation as she asked, "Moro, would it be convenient for us to exchange contact numbers?"

Seemingly feeling a bit presumptuous, she quickly added, "We already exchanged numbers before you came out."

"of course can."

It turned out they wanted to exchange contact numbers, and Moro readily agreed.

Professional hunters each have their own special skills.

Ultimately, in the world of professional hunters, the underlying logic remains the same: specialization is key.

Therefore, connections are very important.

Morrow may not be able to strike up a conversation with a beggar on the street like King, but he is equally aware of the importance of connections.

These fellow test takers may seem unremarkable at first, but once they awaken their Nen abilities, they will surely achieve great things in their respective fields.

It's certainly a good thing to be able to make friends and build relationships as classmates.

Moro quickly exchanged contact numbers with them, but Xiao Jie didn't have a cell phone, so he couldn't exchange them even if he wanted to.

After exchanging contact numbers, their relationship seemed to have grown much closer.

Hanzang, Peng Si, Shi Ba, and others briefly talked about their future plans and dreams.

After all, as Chairman Netero said, professional hunters are both partners and rivals.

However, as long as it is confirmed that the nature of their work does not conflict, they will simply be colleagues.

After several conversations, it was time to part ways.

The group walked out of the building and came outside.

They were located on a mountaintop, and the airship that had brought them there was no longer in service. Getting down the mountain to the nearest town would likely be quite a hassle.

When they reached the crossroads leading down the mountain, Moro suddenly suggested, "Let the Chimera give you a ride."

Without explaining Chimera's identity or waiting for Pons and the others to answer, Morro raised his hand and shot a shooting star into the sea of ​​clouds.

After a while.

As the sea of ​​clouds surged, the massive body of the chimera broke through the clouds and flew straight toward the mountain peak.

"That is……!?"

Upon seeing the sudden appearance of the Chimera, Pons, Sparta, Leorio, and the others instantly changed their expressions, staring in horror at the enormous creature that had appeared out of nowhere.

Even the people from the dozens of martial arts schools in the area were horrified when they saw the chimera.

However, what shocked them even more was—

The ferocious and terrifying chimera obediently landed in front of Moro, its docile and harmless appearance a stark contrast to its menacing exterior.

The people on the mountaintop platform stared blankly at this scene.

After calming down, Leorio Pense and other fellow test-takers all looked at Moreau with a strange expression.

Just how many more astonishing and unique qualities does this man possess...?

at the same time.

On a steep mountain path that seems to have no end.

Greta, Pokkuru, Baudelaire, the Amori brothers, and others who had descended the mountain earlier also saw the chimera flying towards the summit.

"What it is!?"

"A creature I've never seen before... could it be a phantom... a phantom beast...!?"

As the chimera's figure disappeared into the distance, these newcomers who had just stepped into the world of professional hunters were either shocked or terrified.

(End of this chapter)