We waited for the exam to begin. A man with a weird mustache and no mouth came and introduced himself as the appointed proctor of the first phase of the hunter exam.
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"A final caution. If you are short on luck and ability, you could very well end up seriously injured or even dead. Those who accept the risks, please follow me. Otherwise, please exit via the elevator behind you," Satotsu said and waited so the ones that wanted to leave could leave, but no one left.
"Very well, all 404 participants will stay for the first phase," He said and started walking. We all followed. Then he started running, so we did the same.
I was running next to Hisoka, I would catch him looking at me from time to time. I was honestly annoyed by this but tried to ignore it.
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I started going slower so he could leave me alone. Gon started running next to me with a boy who was skating. "Isn't that cheating? We are all running, but this little friend is skating," Leorio said from the back.
"Technically it's not cheating, since there is no rule saying skateboards or anything of the sort isn't allowed. Besides we're allowed to bring weapons and his skateboard could very well be his weapon," I said.
"Well, you have a point there, young lady," Leorio said back. "I'm pretty sure I'm older than you". "Is that true, Nee-san?" Gon asked. "How old are you?" Kurapika asked.
I saw Hisoka turn around as he overheard. "I'm 26," I answered. "Really? You don't look like it. Well, I gotta say, you don't look younger either," The boy who was skating said.
"I'll run too," The boy said and held the skateboard. "And what is your name, if I may ask?" "I'm Killua." "Yes, this is Killua. He's my new friend, we just met. I think he's really nice," Gon said and looked at me.
I saw that Killua looked kind of sad and happy at the same time. 'Is he an assassin too?' I asked myself. I thought so because he seemed like someone with not many emotions. Assassins go through so much training to get rid of their emotions and be great assassins that won't let their emotions get the best of them. It's sad but true. 'He's such a lovely boy if only he was born in the right family'.
