A figure was pressed flat against the wall, ear practically glued to it, hunched over like a gecko clinging there. From ti to ti, he wore a rather lewd grin.
Tap… tap… tap…
Suddenly, two sets of footsteps drew near. When they spotted Hisoka, they stopped short in surprise. Gon stared curiously.
"Hisoka, what are you doing?"
Hisoka snapped out of it and looked over at Gon. Realizing the position he was in, he felt a flash of awkwardness spreading across his face.
Even though Hisoka was indeed a twisted individual, he still cared about his own image. In fact, he cared quite a lot about preserving that mysterious aura of a powerful, flamboyant perforr. He didn't mind people calling him a weirdo—he actually liked it—but he definitely didn't want them seeing him looking…well, creepy. Especially not Gon, one of the pri "targets" on whom Hisoka had set his sights. In Hisoka's eyes, once Gon fully matured, fighting him would bring trendous excitent.
But now…
Hisoka had no idea where to put his hands.
"Nothing," he muttered, hurrying off. His hands shook, and he felt a chill running down his spine—he wished he could delete the previous scene from the tiline. Since that was impossible, he'd at least try to erase it from his own mind.
"An illusion. It never happened. All an illusion!"
Soon after—
Creak!
The training-room door opened, and two figures stepped out.
"All right then, Chairman, I'll head back and get so rest," Ron said.
"Sure, see you," Netero replied.
Ron headed in one direction; Netero turned and imdiately spotted Gon and Killua. His interest piqued.
"Would you two like to play a ga? There's still quite a while before the next exam, and you look bored. How about it?"
Gon and Killua glanced at each other and nodded eagerly.
"Okay!"
The three went into the training room together. Netero pulled a ball behind him.
"The ball ga starts now!"
anwhile, instead of returning to his assigned room, Ron went to the lounge set aside for relaxation, where drinks were provided—coffee, tea, and so on.
"One coffee, please."
Coffee in hand, he took a seat in the corner. Monts later, soone walked in, and Ron waved her over.
nchi approached, sitting across from him.
"You were looking for , Ron?"
Her tone carried a hint of caution. She had seen Ron's strength when he clashed with Hisoka. Even though Ron didn't seem as erratic as Hisoka, one could never be too careful around powerful Nen users.
"nchi-senpai, I have sothing I'd like to ask you."
"What is it?"
"Are you familiar with a place called Gourt Paradise?"
nchi raised an eyebrow.
"Gourt Paradise? I've heard of it."
"I thought you might be part of Gourt Paradise yourself," Ron said. "Don't worry, I an no harm. A senior of mine was good friends with Linne Horsdoeuvre of Gourt Paradise. When I was little, I heard a lot of stories about Linne's cooking skills and about Gourt Paradise, so I'm really interested. When I found out you and Buhara are Gourt Hunters, I wondered if you belonged to Gourt Paradise. I was hoping to ask for information."
nchi's eyes flickered. Netero had made Ron's identity clear earlier—he was from the Zoldyck family. And Linne… nchi vaguely recalled that Linne had ties to the Zoldyck clan.
"I am a mber of Gourt Paradise," nchi said after so hesitation. "And Linne is indeed our director. I'm pleased you have an interest in cooking and in Gourt Hunters."
Ron smiled slightly.
"I might even beco a Gourt Hunter one day."
Of course, Ron himself had no intention of devoting himself solely to the Gourt Hunter path, but there was always the possibility of one of his Nen Beasts developing in that direction.
"nchi-senpai, does Gourt Paradise welco visitors?"
nchi thought for a mont.
"Well, yes. Every year quite a few guests co to Gourt Paradise."
"I'm planning to visit soti in the future," Ron said, "to experience the food and learn more about the Gourt Hunter profession. If you happen to be there at the ti, could you introduce around? I'd certainly pay you for your help."
nchi shook her head.
"I rarely stay in Gourt Paradise for long. I'm afraid I can't help you with that."
She paused, then added, "But…I do have a good friend who lives there pretty much year-round. If you decide to go, contact first, and I'll give you my friend's number."
"Thank you so much, nchi-senpai."
"No need. This is my number; just call when you're ready." She recited a string of digits.
"Got it."
"All right, then. If that's all, I'll be going." nchi drained her coffee in one gulp, stood, and headed out.
"Take care, nchi-senpai."
Ron watched her leave, then settled back to reflect.
"This is good enough for now. According to Chii's inquiries, ordinary people can enter Gourt Paradise—it's open to visitors. So if I decide to go, I'll have a way in…"
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