As soon as Mito was mentioned, the owner immediately pointed out the direction, letting him walk along a river in the island.
However, starting from this location, the journey was relatively far, and it would take an average person most of the day to walk there.
Whale Island's circle wasn't big, and Mito's tavern was highly praised by the locals. Many manual laborers would go for a drink after work or when they were free, to relax.
Apart from that, there was also the 'famous' Ging Freecss... Back then, Ging had caught the Great King Fish, the King of the Swamps, causing quite a stir.
Even after all these years, it would still be mentioned occasionally by people, and talked about with great interest.
Therefore, the people on the island all knew this family.
It was already dark when Oboro found Mito's tavern.
The houses and buildings here were relatively scattered, not the kind that were next to each other...
More like a countryside. There might be a house every hundred meters, one in the east and one in the west.
Some were built on the hillside, and some were placed on flat ground. The population wasn't large... It was small and secluded.
It was now dinner time, and smoke was already rising from the courtyards of some houses.
The smell of food wafted out...
As for Gon's house, it was too conspicuous. The building was intertwined with a large tree, standing at the root, which was very eye-catching.
Oboro recognized it at a glance.
However, the timing of his appearance was relatively coincidental. He happened to see an interesting scene.
Gon, who should only be six years old this year, was disheveled, a little dirty, and still had leaves hanging on him.
He stood at the door, bent over, and bowed to Mito, who had orange hair, apologizing, and saying sorry.
"Gon, I've told you many times, you must come back before dark..."
"Aunt Mito..."
Gon's expression was a little embarrassed.
"Don't do it again."
Mito didn't show too much strictness either. After all, it was normal for children of this age to be a little naughty.
Moreover, Grandma had also said that for Gon, who had no parents to accompany him since he was young, that forest was like Gon's 'father', and told her not to worry too much.
But how could Mito not think too much... Gon was too much like Ging!
As Ging's cousin who had grown up with him... Mito didn't want Gon to walk the same path as Ging, but as he grew older...
The traits that Gon showed became increasingly similar to that man.
"Excuse me... Are you still open?"
At this time, a sound of footsteps came, interrupting the atmosphere between Mito and Gon.
Following the sound, they found a strange face wearing a white shirt, with a suit jacket draped over his shoulder, smiling.
Mito was stunned for a moment, and nodded, "Welcome."
Gon, who was on the side, also looked at Oboro, and saw that he was an outsider...
The person in front of him gave off an aura of a 'big city', and didn't seem like someone from their small place.
Then, Mito took the initiative to open the door.
Gon also politely nodded to Oboro...
As Oboro passed by Gon, he reached out and rubbed his head...
Gon's hair was a little prickly, and relatively hard...
The lights were on inside the house, and the decoration was very homey. Several regulars were chatting...
Seeing Gon enter, several customers smiled knowingly, and joked, "Gon... you're late again!"
"Your Aunt Mito is very worried about you..."
Facing the teasing of the elders, Gon scratched his head, and smiled slightly awkwardly.
Then, he glanced at Oboro, who was sitting at the bar, and ran off to wash his hands, preparing to eat.
Being touched on the head by this man just now made Gon feel a little subtle inside...
For some reason, he felt that this customer was a little different... Especially... the 'smell' that he exuded.
"Want something to eat? Or something to drink?"
Behind the long table of the bar, there were two people. One was sitting in a chair, Gon's great-grandmother, who was also Ging and Mito's grandmother.
The other was the proprietress Mito, who asked Oboro.
"Hey, mister... I recommend you..."
Several local regulars on the side enthusiastically introduced Mito's craftsmanship to Oboro.
"I'm indeed a little hungry, then I'll have a few of what they recommended... As for the alcohol, anything is fine."
Oboro took off his sunglasses, and examined the internal structure of the tavern.
Besides being able to drink and eat, it seemed that they also sold some groceries... The business scope was very wide.
This was the business area on the first floor, and the second floor was probably the private residence.
"If it's just you, one serving is enough, the portions are very large..."
Mito kindly reminded him.
Oboro didn't seem like an ordinary person who did manual labor. Compared to them, his dress was a little 'exquisite', and his suit looked very expensive at a glance.
"It's okay."
Oboro smiled lightly.
Mito didn't say anything, first poured him a glass of wine, and went to the kitchen to start preparing.
Oboro also chatted with a few customers. He was just asked why he came to Whale Island, and why he found this place so late...
Oboro also told the truth, saying that he was here for a trip. The expressions of the few people were very surprised...
Oboro mocked himself for dressing too neatly, and being a little out of place... It seemed that wherever he went, he could be seen as an outsider.
The other party told him not to mind, it was just that there weren't many tourists in their small place, and everyone was very familiar with each other.
They expressed their gratitude that Oboro could like Whale Island.
Oboro and a few residents 'became one', but the corner of his eye was glancing at Gon, who was sitting in the corner.
The boy was holding a tray, eating on his own... Not disturbing the customers, he was very sensible.
Gon had been peeking at himself, and when Oboro's gaze swept over, he immediately lowered his head, afraid that Oboro would think he was impolite...
"Very perceptive..."
The corners of Oboro's lips curled up into an arc.
He found that Gon could always instinctively avert his eyes from him... This wasn't something that an ordinary child could do.
He was different...
Mito's cooking was indeed good, especially the omelet rice and mushroom soup, Oboro ate them all.
Before long, he was the only one left in the store.
It was getting late...
However, he was still chatting with Mito... Seeing Oboro finish his meal, Gon only occasionally began to interject a few words, just asking about the outside world.
Mito said that Whale Island wasn't a big place, and there wasn't really much to see, but compared to the big cities outside, if you just wanted to relax, it wasn't bad.
Mito didn't inquire about Oboro's identity or job, and was very tactful.
Finally, seeing that it was quite late... Oboro paid the money, and waved goodbye.
Mito originally wanted to take him to a nearby family hotel, but Oboro refused...
"Then you tonight..." As a foreigner, not having a place to stay made Mito feel a little uneasy.
She thought for a while, and decided to let Oboro and Gon stay in the same room, and just get through tonight.
"Thank you, really no need... It's okay."
But Oboro also declined her kindness.
Under Mito's gaze, he disappeared into the night.
"What a strange person..."
Mito muttered to herself.
Gon poked half of his head out from behind the store door, looked in the direction where Oboro had disappeared, and smiled: "I think the uncle is a nice person... He gets along well with everyone."
"Hurry up and take a shower, and go to bed."
Mito glanced at him, and urged.
"Okay."
Gon obediently replied, and ran upstairs.
Although he had heard some of the prosperity of the big cities from Oboro's mouth, Gon's heart didn't yearn for it. He still felt that Whale Island was good... This was his home.
On the other side, Oboro, who had left, directly entered the forest, intending to camp in the wild.
Having cultivated hard in the deep mountains back then, this lifestyle had long become a habit for him.
After finding a cliff, he lit a bonfire, and lay on the ground, looking at the stars in the night sky... Since coming to this world, he had been working hard to train.
Occasionally calming his heart, and enjoying the tranquility of this world, felt pretty good.
Haste makes waste, and being too tense all the time wasn't a good thing either.
"On the surface, it's a purity without a trace of impurities... Infinitely close to the essence of 'nature', but in reality, it has an innate wildness and intuition..."
Oboro's mind replayed the scenes of interacting with Gon just now, especially Gon's eyes, and he couldn't help but laugh lightly.
"He's too young, and his flesh and bones haven't shown a remarkable side, but the obscure aura and energy foreshadow a potential for vigorous vitality...
The intangible aura that he emits is warm, powerful, and very positive..."
No wonder... that Hisoka would like him.
Anyone with a little insight, with more observation, could see that for people like Gon, if they didn't die young, their future achievements... were limitless.
Oboro had once integrated himself into nature in order to pursue an understanding of life energy...
This method of his belonged to acquired tempering. To use Biscuit's liking, it was like a gem with impure texture, gradually undergoing 'external artificial' correction, becoming dazzling...
But even so, it still couldn't change the fact that the quality itself wasn't good. But people like Ging Freecss and Gon were naturally formed...
If it was a few years ago, Oboro might not have been able to explain it... Now he understood, it was 'heart'.
The hearts of the two were more pure... While someone like him could only try his best to feel, to experience...
Perhaps he might surpass the former in the future, but he would have to put in more effort, including the speed of growth, there was also a difference.
Innate talent couldn't be reversed... Therefore, having a certain level, Oboro could easily discern Gon's 'uniqueness'.
When this kind of person became a Nen user, their progress on the path of cultivation could be said to be rapid...
Looking at the original work, as the protagonists, Gon and Killua's talents could no longer be described as monstrous.
From the time they became Hunters to the end of the Chimera Ant arc, how long was it?
Their strength was already worlds apart from what it was at the beginning...
While someone like him, including Hisoka, how long did it take them to reach this level?
At least, Oboro had transmigrated to this world, and several years had passed...
Oboro always said that Hisoka's talent was perverted... That was only to a certain extent, depending on who he was compared to.
At least compared to him, Hisoka was better.
But if he was put together with someone like Moritonio, not to mention Hisoka, even he could leave the latter far behind.
"Essence and personality... create an extraordinary will. This kind of person is undoubtedly the darling of the heavens...
They're rarely disturbed by external things, and once they decide on a goal, they will move forward without hesitation." Oboro muttered to himself.
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