For unknown reasons, the chaotic psychic trio find themselves in a separate universe. Attempting to find their way back home, they decide to follow a green haired boy in his adventures.
In hindsight, Saiki, Aiura and Toritsuka shenanigans in another...
After travelling in the sky - in a questionable fashion - for a while, they've finally arrived. Zaban City: a prosperous town described asshady, filled with dealers and scam artists.
Yet, to Gon's eyes, the many shops populating the area were all too fascinating. Precious jewels, roasted panda frogs, and an abundance of variety of characters, they all had it!
Following the navigator closely, the gang at last made it to the exam building. It was tall and fancy. . . Overall, it was a nice place!
Oh, wait.
Wrong building.
There it was, an old-looking restaurant. The Hunter Exam attracts millions of applicants every year! They wouldn't suspect it to be some shabby shop, would they?
The following people entered the building, where they were greeted by some sweaty cook.
"Is the backroom open?" asked the Kiriko. Getting the hint, the old man's demeanour turned solemn: which marked the beginning of his small interrogation.
After a few words of exchange between the chef and the guide, they were finally led towards the 'backroom'. Whereat it was a small empty room with a centred table and a few chairs. At least, it seemed a little fancier than the rest of the building.
"I can't wait for that steak combo!" The spiky-haired kid commented.
"To be honest. . . I don't crave steak much." Toritsuka added.
Idiots. . .
After a short correction from the Kurta Clan member, they bid farewell to the Kiriko. Soon after, the room began to shake, revealing the fact that it was an elevator leading to the exam site.
They sat down, and after some chatting and some squabbling the elevator finally dung, simultaneously saving Gon from a toilsome conversation.
The doors opened, exposing a headache-inducing sight for the pink-haired psychic. Various other candidates were staring at the newly arrived applicants. "Awwwkwwaaard~. . .", Aiura noted the grim mood.
The group of six was quickly greeted by some form of green blob who was given the responsibility of handing out the badges.
Leorio Paradinight. . . badge number 403.
Kurapika kurta. . . badge number 404.
Gon Freecss. . . badge number 405.
Reita Toritsuka. . . badge number 407.
Kusuo Saiki. . . badge number 408.
Mikoto Aiura. . . badge number 409.
Nice!
After pinning their tags to their shirt, some started scouting the diversity in the large crowd. Aiura was one of them.
"Huh. . . People's auras here are so odd!" the gyaru pointed out.
"Sometimes I forget that you can see auras. . ." Reita added to the conversation.
"There are a lot of death marks. . . That's kindaaa concerning", Mikoto unexpectedly tensed up. The girl slowly raised her arm and pointed toward a certain individual.
Following Aiura's gaze, he took notice of the person of subject. A. . . Jester? "Holy shit, that face screams child lover. . ."
Aiura nodded rapidly. "Yeah, yeah! It's scary to say that his aura is really powerful and freaky too. . ."
"Hey, let's avoid that freak of nature, yes?"
"Of course."
Saiki could not help but agree with the two when silently eavesdropping. That thing was definitely added to his hate list.
I'm going to make sure Aiura, Toritsuka and the kid stay away from that guy. . . There's for sure something wrong with it.
"Don't think I saw you guys before!", an abrupt friendly voice disturbed them. A chubby man approached the six. "You must be new! I'm Tonpa!" He introduced.
"You can tell it's our first time here?" Gon asked curiously.
"It's getting easier. It's my thirty-fifth attempt!" Tonpa bragged on.
"Why is that biggie bragging about something like that?" The fortune-teller muttered under her breath.
After Gon had introduced himself and the others to the big-bellied man, the guy began to number the regulars in the mass. After some further chit-chat, a gruesome scene involving the jester who was previously mentioned cut them off.
Even for me, doesn't disintegrating a man's arm for bumping into you a little overboard?
"The psycho is back again. . .", grumbled Tonpa.
"You know that guy?" questioned Gon.
The chubby man followed up by giving his regards about the creepy jester named Hisoka, along with some Hunter Exam info to the team.
"Oh! I almost forgot", Tonpa chirped. "Let's have a toast to friendship. How bout' it?"
The obese schemer started handing out some juice cans, which most gratefully accepted. However, when Gon was about to swig at the can, Saiki leaned over to the boy, gently pushing the juice down.
"I wouldn't advise drinking that", the psychic suggested.
Without needing any more elaboration, the kid sniffed the beverage in hand. "I think this juice might have gone bad, " Gon said with uneasiness.
They all proceeded to toss the juice. Startled by being caught in the act, Tonpa reacted by profusely apologizing, before running off like the rat he was.
"What was in the juice?", Toritsuka asked quietly.
"Laxatives."
". . . Yikes."
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"Oh wow, look!", Aiura exclaimed, pointing at another freaky candidate. They had purple-ish skin, golden needles piercing their already mangled features and a badge with the number '301' adorning their unusual attire. "It's your doppelganger, Toritsuka!"
