Backstitch [HxH]

X Four X

Frogs. Giant frogs. Swarms of Butterfree. Dinosaurs. Stupid fucking dinosaurs. You had seen many of the creatures the swamp had to offer. You had made it out, unlike many of the others. You were now staring at the ground, exhausted. You hadn't known for how long, but you could tell it had been about a half-hour before you heard Satoz bid his farewell. The gate in front of everyone soon opening, reveling a path leading up to a mansion.

     "Will all the applicants who've passed the first phase please enter. " a feminine voice says from inside the gates. Everyone starts moving at once, pulling you along with the group. Surrounded by people, you don't have the chance to see what the man tables lining the hard held.

     "Welcome all. I'm Menchi, your examiner for the second phase." The voice coming from a woman with turquoise hair in a mesh crop top 'I love it when women...' You think. Behind her is a giant, who follows with his own introduction. "And likewise. I'm Burhara." He says, his stomach rumbling.

Menchi glances up at him. "Sounds to me like your hungry."
"Not just hungry, I'm famished," Buhara adds. Menchi then gets to her feet, her hands resting on her hips. "Well, there you have it. The second phase," she pauses "will be cooking!" Menchi points towards the crowd.

     You look around to see the confusion on the majority of the participants' faces. "Cooking?"
"Why do we have to cook?"

     "Don't you know? It's simple really. We're gourmet hunters." The people around you burst into laughter. There are many different kinds of hunters, so why should this be a surprise to them? They exist, just as blacklist or other popular types do. You think this with an annoyed look on your face.

"So.. your both gourmet hunters." 255 says. You had heard Tonpa talking about him earlier, but you can't seem to recall his name. "So, what exactly do you want us to make?' He asks.

     Menchi looks even more annoyed than before. "Buhara," that's Buhara's queue to stand up. "Today's required ingredient will be pork!"

     "Like pig meat" "pork?" You can here a few people question the large man's ingredient choice. "Isn't pork always made from pig?" You sigh.

    Buhara continues to give instructions. "Feel free to use any species of pork you find in Viska Forest. As you see, you will use these cooking facilities to cook and prepare your dishes. To pass the exam you must create a dish that satisfies our discriminating palettes."

    "But we won't be evaluating taste alone. So take this seriously" Menchi says, looking up. "When we've both eaten our fill, this portion of the exam will be over."

     That's not good.  That means when the two are full, no one else besides those who went first pass. So taking your time isn't an option here.
You're knocked over and trampled in rush of everyone starting. You're left in the dust of everyone's tracks as they run out. You lay on the ground, dusty footprints on the back of your shirt, your hair tangled and filled with dust. It's hard, but you get to your feet, attempting to dust the dirt off of you.  Your tangled hair can wait for now. You can't be left behind, especially now that you've made it this far. You head out the gates and into the forest.

    As you were finger combing the dirt out of hair and looking around for the pigs, the ground starts to shake. Heading towards you are the guys, who appear to have a stampede of massive pigs running after them. You jump out of the way onto a tree, but the others who weren't as quick get shot into the air.

    The Saitama cosplayer and 255 attempts to attack the pigs, but it has no effect on them. 'That was a whole ass Boulder that man threw, and it had no effect?! What is up with these pigs?!'

    You hear one of the pigs scream in pain, followed by it falling over, dead. "They developed tough snouts to protect their delicate foreheads.." Kurapika notes.

     "Yeah, but why not just get a tougher forehead? Evolution is wack man" you say, sighing from your perch on the tree. As everyone is busy attacking the pigs, you position yourself over one of your own.  Jumping down from the tree, you get yourself into a kicking position. Your hard heels slam into the pig's head, successfully killing in.

"Just how hard are your heels that you can kill a pig with them?" Leorio asks, sweat dropping. He's clearly struggling to drag his pig.

"Hard Enough"

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A/N: so this was originally going to be one chapter, but I didn't want it to be that long so I ended up cutting it in two. So if the ending is kinda weird out of place that's why.