Sean was deep in thought. He put away the panel and deactivated "Kamui".
The vortex reappeared. Four people had gone in, but only Sean came out.
He who kills will always be killed. Since they had the motive to covet another's freedom, they should have been prepared to be killed in return at any time.
Sean rode the wind and landed gently. He had tossed the bodies of Uvogin, Nobunaga, and Shizuku into the alternate dimension. Standing on the eaves of the rooftop, he let the cool breeze blow as he looked down on the venue from above.
No. 2 was doing a good job—signing autographs when he should, taking photos when he should. Next, he just had to wait for the festival to end, then depart for the Hunter Exam!
"Hoh hoh hoh... I thought you weren't planning on participating again this year." This came from a flight ship heading to Whale Island.
In the VIP room, a youth, as burly as a small mountain, leaned against the window, lazily drinking coffee. On the table in front of him sat a phone, from which a string of aged laughter could be heard from time to time.
Sean chuckled lightly and said, "I swatted a few ants on the way, which delayed me a bit. Otherwise, I might have arrived two days earlier."
"I'm afraid what you swatted wasn't as simple as a few ants, Sean," Netero said meaningfully. "Those brats from the Phantom Troupe are searching for you like madmen. You couldn't possibly be unaware of that, right?"
"Your ears are pretty sharp, old man, aren't they?" Uvogin, Nobunaga, and Shizuku had only been dead for a few days, yet Netero already knew. The Hunter Association's intelligence system, if nothing else, was first-class.
Sean suddenly thought of the "Hunter Website." You could pay money to look up any information you wanted. It seemed impressive, but when it came to transcendent powers like the V5 and Kakin, or exceptionally strong individuals like Ging, Beyond, and Pariston, it was often useless.
"Mizaistom told me," Netero chuckled. "That photo of you and the fan got out. Those Phantom Troupe brats know you are Ben An. Hoh hoh, it's just a pity I wasn't there to see the looks on their faces. What a regret."
'Mizaistom, the Ox of the Zodiacs?' "Heh. Crime Hunters certainly have sharp noses." Sean pursed his lips. "It's just a few pieces of trash, anyway. Let them do what they want."
"If they really come knocking, I don't mind giving them a surprise!"
Netero's eyes widened. "You brat, you're not planning on using that Impure World Reincarnation technique, are you?"
"Reincarnating the dead and making them fight each other... Tsk tsk. You're truly vicious."
'You get to have it both ways, don't you.' "Of course not," Sean sneered. "At most, I'll reincarnate them and just kill them a few more times."
"Make them regret ever living in this world."
Netero: "..."
"It seems I underestimated you."
'Pot calling the kettle black. At least I wouldn't go crazy and turn on my good brother Jed.' Sean hung up the phone with a "smack." "Alright, old man, I'm hanging up."
The airship gradually descended.
Sean leaned against the porthole, gazing outside.
An island, its silhouette exactly like a whale, gradually grew larger in his pupils.
'Whale Island.'
'The place where the dream began... It just wouldn't be right not to go to Mito's place for a drink.'
[Attention all passengers, flight G7845 has arrived at its destination.]
[Please take your luggage and follow the cabin crew to disembark in an orderly manner.]
The propellers churned the air with a hum, gradually slowing to a stop. The ramp was lowered. Sean disembarked the airship and stepped onto the soil of Whale Island with great interest.
Thanks to the "Hunter Exam," Whale Island, as the starting point to the Hunter Exam site—Mori Island—attracted a large number of tourists every year. They came either because of its reputation or to participate in the exam.
This also led to Whale Island, despite its small appearance, having an unusually prosperous economy.
Street vendors hawking their wares... Women promoting fruit samples... Sean followed the lively atmosphere, strolling and browsing. It was as if he had traveled through time, back to his previous life, rediscovering the feeling of wandering through a market. A smile couldn't help but appear on his face.
"Excuse me, brother, how do I get to Mito's place?" he asked a random passerby.
"You're not from around here, are you? You're in luck, Mito's beer is one of a kind."
"Heh heh... Is that so? Then I really must have a drink. I'll have to trouble you to lead the way, brother." Having "tearfully" inherited the legacy of Uvogin, Nobunaga, and Shizuku, Sean pulled a few bills from his pocket and stuffed them over. The passerby beamed and said repeatedly, "You're too kind."
With a "swoosh," he stuffed the money into his pocket and thoughtfully led Sean to Gon's house.
What came into view was a two-story building, a typical single-family home in the Japanese style.
The first floor was an izakaya, the second floor a residence. Sean glanced at the sign above the door.
"Mito's Izakaya." It looked like it had been around for some years. Although faded, it was kept very clean.
It was exactly the same as in the anime, giving Sean an ethereal, dreamlike feeling. To sum it up in one sentence:
The manga had come to life!
"Knock, knock." He took a deep breath and knocked lightly on the door.
A clear, ringing call, accompanied by a set of footsteps, came from inside the room.
"Coming!" Mito, sporting vibrant, short orange hair, pulled open the door and looked up. A large shadow fell over her.
The three-meter-tall Sean stood planted in front of the door, taller than the frame itself. He smiled at Mito. "Pardon the intrusion, proprietor. Do you still have food?"
Mito came to her senses and stammered, "Y-Yes, we do. Please, come in."
"Mm." Sean nodded, bent down slightly, and walked in. He did a quick scan, his Observation Haki sweeping around, taking in every detail of the izakaya.
In the back kitchen, Mito's mother was busy working.
Gon wasn't here. Based on the time, he should be out fishing for that "Master of the Swamp."
A very warm family of three. Unfortunately... because of an irresponsible "deadbeat," they were about to be separated.
Sean remained impassive, pulling out a chair at the bar and sitting down. Mito approached with a menu and placed it in front of him.
"What would you like to eat, sir?"
"We have omelet rice, gyoza, ramen..."
"Eight bowls of omelet rice and 10 glasses of beer, thank you," Sean said.
Mito: "Alright... Huh?"
"That's so much. Can you finish all that by yourself, sir?"
"Who said I was alone?" Sean, with his back to the izakaya's wooden door, looked at Mito with a half-smile. "Miss Mito, this meal is on Ging Freecss!"
Ging Freecss?! Mito froze.
"Creaak." The wooden door opened. Ging, wearing a dusty, Arabian-style scarf around his neck, tipped the brim of his hat and walked in with Kite. The first thing he did was wave at Mito. "Good afternoon, Mito!"
'Good? Good my ass! You bastard! How dare you come in here?!'
"Swish!"
-
You want more chapters??? +50 chapters available on my patreon page:
patreon.com/Hard_Worker
If you like the novel so far, please leave me a 5-star review
I'd really appreciate it if you could leave a Review—Power Stones