Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

"Everything's all packed. When are you planning to start this year?"

"How are the preparations going with the Flashwyn tribe? This is the first time they've used this method this year, so we can't let anything go wrong."

The captain took the cigarette from his hand, carefully tapped it on the ashtray to prevent the ash from falling out, and asked without turning his head.

"Everything is ready. The person in charge of coordination is an official from the Republic of Minbo, also a Semitic, whose name seems to be... Cayman?"

The man who had just entered answered; he had a badge on his chest that identified him as the co-pilot of the Trafalgar.

Both of them were actually guest staff members, the "Sky Hunters" who transported the test takers.

"Alright, let these lovely candidates have a couple of days of peace. Once we cross the Dore Strait, we'll start making plans."

The captain looked out the window at the endless, black sea of ​​clouds, seemingly calm yet carrying the oppressive tension of an approaching storm. He said:

"After all, it's... a tradition, right?"

Upon hearing this, the two people in the driver's seat exchanged a glance and burst into gloating laughter.

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What I really wanted to say was, does it have to be done in my room?

Pokson sat on the edge of the bed and asked cautiously.

Diya squatted down in front of her, holding a small, brightly colored, square plastic bag that she was about to open. Hearing this, she gave her a strange look:

"You mean...you want to go to my room?"

"no!"

Pokson almost laughed in exasperation and quickly said:

"I mean, why does it have to be in a room?"

"You're quite open-minded."

Dia laughed immediately, but despite the teasing, he shook his head and said:

"My treatment method is quite conspicuous, and there are many people around who might notice it, so I try to avoid it."

"All right……"

Pokson was speechless and could only hesitantly reach out to his numb right foot.

An hour earlier, at the dinner table, she raised a "small problem" with Diya's plan:

"My right leg seems to be broken. Will I really be able to pass the hunter test?"

This might be a problem for others, but is it really a problem for Dia, who is a [Ripple Messenger]?

He immediately patted his chest and assured them:

"I'll take care of it! I guarantee you'll be perfectly fine when you land and participate in the test."

"The phrase 'completely intact' sounds weirder and weirder. And aren't you a martial arts practitioner? You can heal too?"

Pokson scoffed, somewhat incredulously.

Bodyguard, hunter, doctor—how many other identities does this person have?

"Didn't I say that I'm an outstanding graduate of the National Medical University? A very talented medical expert even begged me to be her student."

Dia remained as honest as ever.

Upon hearing this, Pokson said nothing more. The reputation of the National Medical University was so great that it was well-known even in the relatively closed-off country of Kakin.

And so things have developed into what they are now.

Pokson rolled up the right leg of his pants, revealing a smooth, fair calf, and then, suppressing his embarrassment, took off his shoes and socks.

The right foot that came into view was swollen like a white radish, with purplish-red bruises and hideous veins standing out conspicuously at the injury site.

"Oh dear, this is really bad. We don't know when we'll get a normal reply."

"Dia said in a muffled voice."

"It's all your fault... Why are you holding your nose!"

Pokson was furious and threw the shoe he was holding at him.

Diya gracefully turned her head to dodge, lowered her right hand that was pinching her nose, and casually said:

"I'm just afraid of hurting your pride. Okay, sit still and don't move around."

"It's so hurtful to my self-esteem that you're pinching my nose..."

Pokson was speechless, but he still obediently sat up straight.

She began to doubt whether the person in front of her was the same Dia she had met a few months ago. Back then, Dia was the epitome of a taciturn and masterful figure.

Could they be twins? Who is this person in front of me?

In reality, Dia was just too lazy to talk, since they weren't familiar with each other back then, but now they were like old friends meeting in a foreign land.

In addition, the significant improvement in his Stand ability during this period greatly alleviated Dia's survival pressure, allowing him to unleash a little of his true nature.

Diya opened the small plastic bag in her hand, took out two disposable gloves and put them on, then focused on examining the swollen radish.

As he focused on his examination, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became awkwardly quiet.

"...You're quite particular, wearing little gloves because you're worried I might have athlete's foot?"

Pokson muttered a few words under his breath to ease the awkward atmosphere.

It was late at night, and the two of them were alone together. The death stare of the twelfth prince from a few months ago was still echoing in her mind.

"I was just worried that you might not be used to a strange man touching your feet and would fidget. Wearing gloves can reduce your psychological pressure. Miss Poker, who still has her first kiss."

Diya didn't even look up, focusing intently on examining the white radish in her hand.

Ripples have healing effects such as accelerating recovery and relieving pain, and they are particularly effective for fractures. However, the prerequisite is that the bones must be properly aligned first. Otherwise, if the bones are not aligned, the faster the repair, the worse the effect will be.

If this isn't handled properly and the bones grow crooked, there's a high probability of developing a limp or deformity, which would be extremely distressing for Pokson.

"That last sentence was considered harassment in Kakin, and how did you know I... that kind of thing?"

Pokson felt the sensation on his foot getting heavier and heavier, so he quickly changed the subject to distract himself.

"You told me that yourself before."

"Oh."

Pokson remained expressionless, but inwardly he began to have doubts.

She remembered clearly that during the betting session that day, she did mention that she had never been in a relationship.

But she always felt that Dia's statement just now was not based on that answer, and that's not the conclusion she drew.

But if he's lying, how did he get such private information about her?

Poxon looked at Dia, who was bowing her head in front of her, intently tending to her feet.

The mysteries surrounding him have not diminished; on the contrary, they have increased as our understanding of him has deepened.

Is there really anyone in this world who can understand this guy?

Or rather, has he ever truly opened his heart to anyone?

Chapter 159 A Strange Water-Viewing Style × Struggle

1998 1 Month 7 Day.

It had been three days since Dia and the others boarded the airship.

Thanks to the Trafalgar's astonishing speed, they had successfully crossed a continent and arrived at the northern coast of the continent of Eurubian.

Not far from the coastline, it's a flight of at most half a day to reach Gramgasland.

There is no other city around this giant city built in the Gobi Desert, and the only way to get there is by the numerous national highways. It can be said that airships are the best way to reach Gramgaslan.

The airship hall was already packed with people. These candidates had all made preparations in advance. They held knives or swords, some were lying down or sitting, some were looking around warily with their eyes open, and some were closing their eyes to rest. But none of them were actually asleep.

Dia stood alone by the window, gazing thoughtfully at the seemingly calm outside.

Some people are blind to his own goodness; seeing that he had the window with the view all to himself, they wanted to come over and challenge him.

Then Dia casually tossed those people to the other side of the hall, and after that, no one dared to provoke him anymore.

"At our current normal flight speed, we should be able to reach Gramgaslan before lunch, and then we can look for the exam venue."

Pokson peeked out from behind, pushed aside the thoughtful Dia, and looked at the sea of ​​clouds outside the window.

Perhaps because the exam was approaching, she felt her heart beating faster, and her body even trembled slightly with excitement.

However, Dia thought differently.

He frowned and glanced at the other candidates in the hall, some of whom were in a similar state.

This physical state, similar to that of a martial artist, often foreshadows an unexpected crisis.

"Let's go back to our room first."

After thinking for a moment, Dia decided to go back to her room and finish what she hadn't done last night.

Pokson obediently followed in his footsteps; her right foot was almost fully recovered by now.

From being unable to even stand up to being able to run and jump with almost no impact, the short time it took once again refreshed Poksen's understanding.

What truly broadened her understanding was what Diya explained to her later about "Nian".

What Diya told her was a new world that she had never heard of before, a world that was both beautiful and cruel.

When Dia finally asked her if she really wanted to enter this cruel world, she nodded seriously without hesitation, almost instinctively.

Next came the Nen training course, which was familiar to Dia. First, she learned to use Nen, followed by the basic skills of "Entanglement" and "Practice".

To Diya's surprise, Pokson's aptitude was even better than that of Mumu Ze, who was from the Kakin royal family. He mastered the techniques of [Entanglement] and [Training] in just two days.

Although this is the result of his hands-on teaching, it is still quite amazing.

He even began to suspect that the [Specialty] tree might have some kind of aptitude bonus...

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