Because he knew how dangerous this world was... He wasn't sure if he could gain a foothold and achieve his vision.
It was possible that he would die halfway or that some accident would happen.
But now... at least he could breathe a sigh of relief.
With his current level, not to mention standing out in the Hunter world and thriving, he at least had a foothold.
He didn't have to worry too much about his life and safety.
He could do some things more boldly.
...
The next day, before dawn.
Oboro walked out of the Heavens Arena, no one to see him off, no one to cheer... alone.
Just like when he came.
The flowers and applause all belonged to himself on the arena.
He believed that it wouldn't take two months, maybe a month, and not many viewers would remember him.
"Hehe... Moritonio was right."
Walking to the outside of the square where the Heavens Arena was located, Oboro turned around and looked at the towering building, smiling wryly.
The performers of the circus and the fighters of the arena were the same kind of people, in a sense.
Even though he had stayed in this fighting mecca for a long time, this place was destined to be just a passageway station on his life journey.
"Killua should be coming soon..."
Oboro raised the sunglasses on his nose and laughed softly.
He wouldn't see that little guy... He was in a hurry, and they would definitely meet in the future...
The sky was still very dark, and even a bustling city inevitably seemed a bit deserted in the early morning... Apart from the neon signs flashing on the surrounding high-rise buildings and the sparse traffic, there were not many people on the street.
A gust of cool wind brushed against his face, and Oboro, in a black suit, looked at the two figures across the street, and the corners of his mouth turned up: "Are you here to see me off?!"
That's right, the people standing not far away were Biscuit and Wing.
"I knew you would leave."
Wing also smiled.
He stepped towards Oboro, turned back and found that Biscuit was not moving, he sighed softly, disregarding the etiquette between master and disciple, and forcibly dragged the latter along.
"Let go of me... I'm not here to see this guy off!"
"You treat him as a friend, but he doesn't treat you as a friend... He's leaving, and he didn't even say goodbye, be careful not to get a cold shoulder."
Although Biscuit was a little indignant, she still followed.
If she really didn't want to see Oboro, she wouldn't have appeared here...
"I'm a little touched... I really didn't expect to make friends here."
Oboro joked.
"...Don't be so sentimental, I couldn't sleep, so I came out to get some air..."
Biscuit said.
"What do you mean... Are you breaking up with me?"
Oboro raised his eyebrows.
"You!!!"
Biscuit's face was ugly.
"Seriously, how old are you anyway?"
Oboro asked knowingly.
"Don't you know that a girl's age is a secret that can never be told!!"
Seeing that the situation was not good, Wing immediately changed the subject and asked Oboro, "Where are you planning to go next?"
"I'm planning to take the Hunter Exam." Oboro didn't hide anything.
On the side, Biscuit's anger disappeared and her eyes lit up, "You're going to join the Hunter Association?"
You must know that there were many Nen users who didn't have a Hunter License... For some people, a Hunter License did bring some convenience, but it wasn't indispensable. Moreover, once they took the Hunter Exam, relevant information would be recorded... If they joined the association, they would also be subject to some association regulations.
Of course, the benefits were also obvious.
That was that relying on the association, they could share information, manpower, and other aspects.
It was worth mentioning here that the Hunter Association was just a non-governmental organization affiliated with the official government.
As for who this official was, it was self-evident.
"Yes."
Oboro nodded.
"What direction? What is your professional direction... What kind of Hunter do you want to be?" At this moment, Biscuit didn't seem to hate Oboro anymore and asked impatiently.
There were many kinds of Hunters. In addition to the more well-known professions such as Gourmet, Ruins, Treasure, and Bounty, there were also Virus, Recruitment, Blacklist... many types, involving all aspects of daily life.
A Hunter's ability and personality also determined the professional focus.
The most typical was the distinction between martial arts and non-martial arts.
And Oboro was a typical martial arts faction.
"The initial intention is bounty or terrorist... Exploring ruins seems good too... I'll seriously find out after I get into the association..." Oboro said and looked at Biscuit: "What do you think?"
"The types you mentioned are all professions with extremely high risk factors... However, they do fit your personality."
Biscuit touched her chin, as if she was also seriously considering it.
After a while, she reacted and coughed: "What does your business... have to do with me!"
"If you don't mind, leave a contact method..."
Wing said with a smile.
"Okay."
Afterwards, Oboro wrote down his number for Wing.
On the side, Biscuit secretly glanced at it.
Meeting Wing and Biscuit was also something that Oboro didn't expect.
His appearance should have interfered with the pace of the two to some extent... If it wasn't for him, without the butterfly effect, Wing and Biscuit would have left long ago.
"Well then... goodbye."
Without much small talk, Oboro said hello and prepared to stop a taxi that was coming.
"Wait a minute."
Wing suddenly shouted.
"Hmm?"
Oboro turned his head and looked at him.
"Oboro... can you accept my challenge?"
Wing's expression was a little awkward, and then suddenly became serious.
His eyes were slightly uneasy, as if he was afraid of being rejected.
"..."
"You... want to fight me?"
Oboro understood.
"Yes."
Wing answered decisively.
Saying it was a fight, it was actually just a sparring match... or even almost a guidance. Oboro and Wing both understood how big the gap between them was.
Oboro didn't expect Wing to make this request.
But he could feel Wing's thoughts...
"This time, you're not stopping him?"
Oboro looked at Biscuit.
The girl ignored him.
"Okay, you choose the place..."
Oboro smiled, lowered his raised hand, and let the taxi leave.
"Thank you."
Wing showed joy and said gratefully from the bottom of his heart.
The morning sun slowly rose from the horizon, bringing a warmth to the morning.
Under the golden light, Oboro and Wing stood facing each other, in a grassy area on the edge of the city.
It was relatively quiet here.
The sound of the wind gently swayed, making the leaves rustle.
"Please guide me!"
Wing burst out with Nen power, took a stance towards Oboro, and said in a deep voice.
"Please."
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