It was only a few minutes of walking, and even he felt a little hot...
But in less than half an hour, he found his destination... A currently operating amusement park.
The boss was a bald middle-aged man, on the ticket window without any energy, blowing on a fan.
Hmm... The business situation was very bleak. There wasn't a single person at the entrance.
Oboro knocked on the glass...
"The ticket prices and the projects you can play are up there, look for yourself." The middle-aged man laboriously lifted his eyelids, and said lazily.
"Do I need to say the code word? I'm here to take the Hunter Exam..."
Oboro said.
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's expression changed, and he sat up straight, staring straight at him.
The Hunter Exam... The Association had only just deployed, and the preliminary selection had just begun... This guy...
"That's right, I passed the preliminary selection... Although there wasn't a guide leading the exam, I think it's okay, right..."
Oboro hooked his finger on the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, revealed his eyes, and winked at the former, "Otherwise, how would I know the place?"
"..."
At this time, Biscuit, who was somewhere, sneezed inexplicably.
After Oboro and the middle-aged man looked at each other for a few seconds, the man said dryly: "Go in, Indoor Hall Number 3!"
"Thank you."
Oboro raised his hand.
At this time, the middle-aged man suddenly threw something over again. Oboro reached out and caught it. When he took a closer look, it was a number plate.
Number 001.
"Good luck."
The middle-aged man watched Oboro's figure enter the amusement park, reached out and touched his chin. His intuition told him... That this examinee was fishy!
But there was no way around it... The Hunter Exam didn't clearly stipulate that a guide was required. Basically, those who could find this place had all passed the final preliminary selection.
It was the first time he had seen... someone so fast!
Since the preliminary selection had started, even if they didn't do the task, they still had to travel...
On the other side, Oboro walked into Hall Number 3.
It was empty inside, with the lights on, and there was nothing... But the temperature was cool.
He was just here to take a look. There was a final time limit for the real assessment. He could just come back then. There was no need to keep waiting.
After thinking this, he turned around to leave.
"Cough cough cough..."
At this time, a voice suddenly echoed in the hall.
Someone was there!
Oboro's pupils shrank. He hadn't noticed it at all.
A full-bodied yet slightly playful voice came from the aisle on the second floor of the hall, "Ho ho ho... Did I scare you?"
"..."
Hearing this sound, Oboro's tense body suddenly relaxed.
He knew that his strength was still far from the word top-notch, but it shouldn't be so weak that anyone could just pull someone off the street and play tricks on him...
At least, ordinary Hunters in the Association couldn't deceive his senses, unless it was a guy with special related abilities.
Otherwise... even Biscuit would find it difficult to do.
But if it was this person, then it was okay...
Oboro turned around, and looked at the shadow that jumped down from the second floor, and landed.
The Chairman of the Hunter Association, Isaac Netero.
The iconic robe, the iconic hairstyle, and those big earlobes and long eyebrows, wearing wooden clogs...
The old man was very happy with the 'surprise' he had created. He stared at Oboro's expression, blinked his eyes like a child, and had a somewhat smug feeling.
"I really didn't expect that a small character like me would be personally greeted by the dignified Chairman of the Hunter Association... Should I be happy, or should I be careful?" Oboro put one hand on his hip, and covered his forehead with the other hand, and sighed.
After saying that, he deliberately gasped. He said in a surprised tone: "You wouldn't want to disqualify me from the exam, would you? There's no need for that... There isn't a clear rule that you have to participate in the preliminary selection."
Oboro was joking.
Wing had mentioned before that Biscuit had contacted the Chairman, but he hadn't taken it to heart. Therefore, when the old man really appeared, he was still very surprised... It also showed that the other party had guessed that he would be the first to arrive at the venue.
"With your strength, becoming a Hunter is a sure thing. If it wasn't because it would be unfair to the other examinees, and it wouldn't sound good if it got out... It wouldn't be a problem to just give you a Hunter license directly." The old man stroked his beard, and said with a smile.
"Don't worry, I'm very tight-lipped!"
Oboro said with a serious face, and immediately held out his hand, without being polite at all, "Give it here..."
Netero closed his eyelids, and pretended to ignore him, "Young man... Don't be so anxious. For many things... Reaching the end so quickly will make you lose the fun. Life is about knowing how to enjoy the process." After saying this, he opened one eye, "Just like you joining the Mafia... If I had directly made you one of the Ten Dons, what motivation would you have? You wouldn't have experienced your own growth either..."
There was a hidden meaning in his words. He was an old fox!
Oboro heard it, and curled his lips: "So... You ran all the way here to see me, to confirm my intentions? To think that in my heart, the Hunter Association and the Mafia are the same..."
"There are many reasons to become a Hunter... Everyone's purpose is different, and that's normal." Who would have thought that Netero would shake his head, and say with a calm and composed look: "I came to see you... Purely because I've been relatively free recently... I have nothing to do, and Biscuit kept nagging me about you... So, I came..."
Looking at the old man who was picking his ear, Oboro was a little speechless.
He knew what kind of character he was facing, and he had a certain wariness towards Netero in his heart... It was a subconscious reaction.
Clearly, he could still sense the old man's hidden thoughts in the previous sentence, but the answer in the next second was so sincere... It was simply... impossible to figure out.
He was troublesome...
"Ah..."
Netero blew on his little finger after picking his ear, and reacted just now like he had Alzheimer's, and looked at Oboro, "Did I make you misunderstand? Don't be so heavy-minded... Actually, even if you have the idea of wanting to use the Association to become a Hunter, it's more than normal. I personally welcome it very much... It would be even better if you could do it!"
"Tsk."
Oboro showed his unique reaction when he was unhappy.
This old man... was a little annoying.
Netero's usual personality was like an old child. The Zodiac Twelve in the Association, including Pariston, were actually his 'playmates', and that included Biscuit. The playmates here referred to... objects that could amuse him.
Oboro didn't want to be targeted by this old guy before he had even joined the Association...
"Crap! I suddenly remembered, there's still something I haven't done... Thank you, old man, for coming to see me, bye-bye, I'll take my leave first! I'll talk to you later..."
After making up his mind, Oboro's expression changed, and he suddenly slapped his head, and said in an anxious tone.
Then, he waved his hand, and turned his head to slip away.
But at the moment he turned around, Netero suddenly appeared behind him strangely, "Ho ho... Impolite little guy, I'm such an elderly elder, but I made a special trip to see you... You're leaving after only saying a few words, and leaving me here alone..."
"Listening to how happy you are... You don't sound as miserable as you say..."
Half of Oboro's eyes were revealed from the edge of his sunglasses, and his eyes were serious.
Almost at the same time that Netero got close, he burst out with Nen.
Because... the old man's aura was intentionally stimulating him, and provoking him...
Whoosh!
Instantly, Oboro got into a stance, and suddenly turned his head. A ball of black shadow exploded in front of Oboro, and his two arms were like churning iron rods, the position where Netero was.
Unsurprisingly, all that was stirred up was the air current...
Oboro's vision brightened, and he looked up. His sunglasses had already been taken off by the old man, and were being worn on his face. He was jumping backwards on one foot, and said happily: "Ho ho... Not only do you not care about lonely old people, but you're also preparing to attack now..."
After saying that, he curiously fiddled with the sunglasses, "How is it? Do they look good on me...?"
"It looks like I can't escape... I knew it, you coming here wasn't a good thing... You could have just said that you wanted to test my level..." Oboro had missed his attack. After standing still, he slowly took off his coat, and slowly rolled up his sleeves, while also bursting his Nen to the maximum.
A thought flashed through his mind.
He had been tricked by Biscuit!
That old woman!
It was obvious revenge...
At this time, a blonde girl who was shopping in a commercial street somewhere was whistling, and her face was full of joy.
"Hehehe... I haven't exercised in a long time either. It's rare to meet a junior who I can play with, and help me loosen my old arms and legs... You wouldn't refuse this old man's request, would you?"
Netero also began to move his shoulders, and changed the subject, "What's more, aren't you also enjoying it? Your expression has already said everything..."
That's right, Oboro's expression was full of excitement and high-spirited fighting spirit.
It wasn't the same as his dissatisfied tone.
"It's a rare opportunity to fight with the most powerful Nen user in this world!"
Oboro walked towards Netero step by step.
"I'm old... If it was decades ago, I would still dare to call myself the strongest... But that's not possible now. There are more and more outstanding juniors like you, and these old bones of mine will have to hand over the baton sooner or later."
Netero seemed to say humbly.
Immediately after, his momentum suddenly rose, and his voice and tone changed, "Before that... you also have to have the ability to make me step down... If you can't do it, then just honestly stay below! Those with ambition aren't just you little guys..."
Whoosh!
What responded to him was a sharp, piercing sound, and Oboro's cold face that shot over.
"You've been on the mountain for too long, it's time for you to come down..."
Oboro came to Netero, and said in a cold voice.
His lower body sank, and his black suit pants were immediately stretched by his muscles, and became tight.
At the same time, after the Nen around his body surged powerfully, it suddenly contracted, causing a flowing 'armor' to form on the surface of his body.
"Oh?"
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