X - the Rescue Plan...or Lack Thereof

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Netero dismisses us. After speaking with Hisoka about the Phantom Troupe, Kurapika and I join Leorio. We notice arguing voices, my eyes snapping up to Illumi and Gon.

"I don't care what you think!" Gon shouts at the black-haired man as the three of us approach them. "Killua is my friend. I'm taking him with me."

"Do they feel the same way?" Illumi asks, looking up at us as we step behind Gon.

"You bet your sick, murderous little as-" Kurapika covers my mouth before I can finish. He and Leorio nod at Gon in answer to Illumi's question instead.

"Fine," Illumi concedes. "I doubt you'll be able to make it there anyway. Killua went home."

"Home?" Gon recites.

"Kukuroo Mountain," Illumi clarifies. "Our family lives at the very top." My eyebrows raise as I place the familiarity of the name.

"Got it, thanks," Gon states, abruptly turning and walking away. The boys immediately follow him, but I stick my tongue out at Illumi before skipping after them. We head into the courtyard, where I jump into a tree and plop down on a branch while Kurapika sits on a stone bench.

"Kukuroo Mountain?" Leorio muses. "Never heard of it before."

"I have," I reveal, swinging so I hang from the branch upside down. My hair falls down from my head, cascading toward the ground. "Aunt Maru mentioned it once or twice."

"Do you know where it is?"

"Yo!" Hanzo greets suddenly, joining us in the courtyard.

"Hiya!" I reply contentedly. I had been murderous with rage during his and Gon's match earlier, something I haven't felt in four years. In the moment, I was furious, but now I know that Hanzo didn't want to kill him. I'm still a little irritated that he broke Gon's arm, but Gon had forgiven him, so I do too.

"Oh, Mr. Hanzo," Gon says.

"I'm going back to my country," he tells us, walking closer. "It was a short, yet seemingly long acquaintance, but I had fun."

"So did I," Gon agrees happily.

"If you ever visit my country, let me know. I can show you the best tourist spots!" He pulls something out of his pocket, handing it to Kurapika. "See ya," he calls, walking away.

"Bye!" Gon yells back. I look at Kurapika sitting below me.

"What did he give you?" I ask. He shows me four cards with Hanzo's name and several job titles written on it.

"A shinobi who tries to leave an impression..."

"Hey," another voice calls out to us. I grab the tree branch my knees are hooked on, pushing my legs off and allowing myself to fall to the ground. The speaker was Pokkle. "Sorry for getting so excited back there."

"No, I also lost control," Kurapika apologizes.

"Yeah, I'm really sorry. I have a way of making arguments worse," I add, scratching the back of my head. "I didn't mean what I said."

"No, I only got mad because you were right. I was using you to take out my frustration for winning by default. But I'm over that now. Since I passed, I'm going to make the best of it! The question is what to do next."

"That's great," I respond, giving him a thumbs up and a wide grin.

"I'm going to travel the world, gathering information and discovering new species, as an Exotic Game Hunter," he tells us.

"Hey, what's that?" Gon asks, pointing to the laptop in Pokkle's hands.

"Oh, this? You can use this to obtain all kinds of information. Is there anything you'd like to know? I can look it up on the spot."

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