A foreigner's journey

Standing on the street was a thin young man with smooth blond hair above his ears, brown pupils, and a ruby ​​earring in his left ear. He was wearing a unique loose national costume. His androgynous and delicate appearance was full of heroism.

At this time, the young man was studying a map with his small suitcase at his feet, completely unaware of the two peepers in the restaurant not far behind him.

"Is it him, the new hunter?"

Heather asked cheerfully as she tossed the fork with several rounds of tomato pasta back on the plate.

Izanabi nodded and looked at Kurapika with a hint of scrutiny: "That's right, Kurapika, one of the seven people who finally passed the 287th hunter test."

Is it really Kurapika? It turns out that the legendary master in the comics who taught a master of telekinesis at the level of the twelve earthly branches in half a year was you, Izanabi.

Heather stopped the waiter and ordered a glass of ice-cold orange juice, and then asked her cheap master: "Does it mean that every hunter association will appoint senior hunters to conduct the final assessment of new hunters?"

"Yes, but not all new hunters can learn telekinesis abilities. This also depends on their own qualifications."

Izanabi rubbed his stubble-covered chin with a nostalgic look.

"What if the qualifications are not enough?"

"Then I'm afraid this person will never be able to learn the ability to read in his lifetime. The ability to read is not just an ancient poem or article that requires a lot of effort and time to memorize. Even if everyone's body contains [Qi], most people can't. Put it to good use.”

Hearing Izanabi's explanation, Heather looked slightly satisfied: "So I am one step closer to the finish line than others? I am indeed gifted."

"Don't be complacent, kid. Even if you are born with the ability to read, if you don't have a qualified teacher to guide you to open all the sperm holes in your body, you still won't learn the true ability to read."

Izanabi immediately spoke out to attack the cheap apprentice's pride without mercy.

Heather waved her hands helplessly: "He is a teacher who likes to show off his presence... Let's talk about Mr. Kurapika, how are you going to assess him?"

"Hmm... how about pretending to be a drunkard, causing a scene in the town to attract their attention, and using your telekinesis ability to trick the gangsters in the town? How about this script?"

Obviously this script is the proud work of Izanabi who took a long time to come up with it: "If this Kurapika has the qualifications to learn telekinesis, then he will definitely be able to see that it is unusual when telekinesis is activated. Then I will test Give him a few days to see if he has enough patience and perseverance, and finally decide whether to teach him to learn the ability to read."

Heather clapped expressionlessly.

Talent? This Kurapika is of course talented. After all, he is the well-deserved second protagonist in the manga "Hunter X Hunter", a super genius whose popularity surpasses the first protagonist.

After only learning the telekinesis ability for half a year, he was invited to join the [Twelve Earthly Branches], which is only under the Hunter Guild Leader. He defeated the Phantom Troupe's most powerful offensive and defensive enhanced telekinesis ability user Wo Jin in all aspects, and almost killed the Phantom Troupe. Captain, in some respects, Izanabi is a really great instructor.

"To be honest, your script is really low, teacher."

Heather chuckled: "How about... let me go and meet my junior fellow apprentice for a while?"

"You? You kid doesn't have any serious intentions. I don't want to see my newly recruited disciple be taken away and sent to a prison cell because he beat a new hunter to death."

Izanabi looked disgusted: "If you have any ideas, just tell me."

"Believe me, it's very interesting hehe... Waiter, please give me a pen and thank you."

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Kurapika folded the map and put it back in his arms, looking into the distance with confusion.

Three days ago, he finally found the secret employment agency after all the hard work, hoping to get a suitable job, a job that would help him find the whereabouts of his tribe's [Fiery Eyes].

But that strange woman sent her away with completely untenable reasons——

[You can’t see anything around me at all, can you? It seems that you are not yet a true hunter. Come back when you understand! 】

Damn it, is the hunter exam still not over? I am missing something crucial!

Kurapika, who was worried, was walking on the street and inadvertently passed by Heather who was walking towards him.

Suddenly, Kurapika raised his head alertly and looked around slightly. He felt a strong murderous intention directed at him.

You can't start a war on this busy street, otherwise it will definitely cause casualties to innocent people! Kurapika made up his mind in an instant, grabbed the suitcase at his feet and used his strength to quickly shuttle through the crowd, running towards the distant mountains and forests.

As expected, the killing intent locked onto him and followed him closely.

There was a smell of earth in the wind, and the evening sun was obscured by gathering dark clouds. It looked like it would rain soon. Pedestrians on the road hurried to their homes, but the beautiful young man with blond hair ran against the crowd towards the mountains and forests.

About 20 minutes later, a slightly sweaty Kurapika stood in the dense forest at the foot of the mountain. The dim light made it difficult for him to see what was lurking in the darkness around him.

"You've been with me for a long time, get out!"

He took out two short knives from the back of his large national costume and held them tightly in his hands. His beautiful brown eyes were slightly narrowed, staring at the darkness in the woods behind him.

Suddenly, a silver snake-like lightning flashed across the sky, followed by rolling thunder a few seconds later and fine raindrops falling.

With the flash of light brought by the lightning, Kurapika saw a figure squatting on a tall tree branch not far away.

The slightly curly, semi-long black hair tightly covered his forehead and eyebrows, and the large black frame on the bridge of his nose made it difficult to see his face clearly. The strong murderous aura that clung to him was undoubtedly the result of this. The slightly shabby handyman uniform on the person not only did not reduce his sense of presence, but made him more dangerous.

Without the lightning, darkness once again enveloped the woods.

"Ah la la, are the current level of hunters so low? They can't even protect the most important [proof] for hunters?"

A gloomy voice slipped out of the darkness, full of malice:

"If you're really that weak, that's a big help."

prove? Kurapika subconsciously touched the inner pocket of his clothes, and the hunter proved to be missing! when?

"No matter who you are, please return the hunter certificate immediately! Otherwise, I will resort to force to solve it!"

Kurapika lowered his body slightly and stretched his swords forward and back. Even though the increasingly heavy rain interfered with his vision, Kurapika did not dare to let down his guard and still stared at the darkness in the woods.

He always maintained sharp senses but was still stolen from the hunter without knowing it. This proves that this guy is not simple!

In the heavy rain, the strange man in handyman uniform tossed the hunter's license in his hand casually up and down, and slowly walked out of the darkness:

"The heads and licenses of professional hunters are now very valuable on the black market. It seems that the brigade can make extra money."

Kurapika's eyes suddenly froze, and then his brown eyes instantly turned into a fiery red!

I saw this strange man with his arms and sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his right forearm was wrapped in bandages. A spider-shaped tattoo was exposed between some scattered bandages! Although the view was obscured by light problems and heavy rain, it was absolutely correct, the number in the center of that spider tattoo was [6]!

"I'll only ask you once..."

With a clang, Kurapika, with red eyes, raised his swords and said in a cold and ruthless voice: "Are you a member of the Phantom Troupe?"

Heather looked down and smiled indifferently: "Oh, is the tattoo exposed? I thought it was wrapped tightly with a bandage. By the way, you and our Phantom Troupe have..."

Before she finished speaking, Heather tilted her head and barely avoided the two crisscrossing sword lights!

A precise kick landed on the blade that was slashing again. The sharp blade seemed to have struck the thick, smooth and tough leather! Using the force of the recoil, the two of them jumped back a few meters and faced each other in the heavy rain.

"Is this considered a breakdown in negotiations?"

Heather took off her black-rimmed glasses and carefully put them into her jacket pocket, then wiped back her wet slightly curly black hair, revealing his true face.

He seems to be a peerless young man who walked out of a girl's dream. There is no trace of feminine delicacy on his extremely handsome face, but only the masculine passion as fierce as the sun. His facial features can clearly tell that he is of yellow race, but his deep and three-dimensional facial features It's impossible to take your eyes away. The two eyebrows are like straight swords, and the eyes are as bright as stars. It is the perfect interpretation of "Sword Eyebrows and Star Eyes".

Even in a hostile state, Kurapika was distracted for a moment. Don't get me wrong, Kurapika definitely has no problem with his sexual orientation, but even as a boy who has been influenced by his own beauty in the mirror all year round, he has to sigh inwardly - will you let other men live?

"What the hell, you blonde sissy! If you want to hit me, hit me. Do you want to stand there and stare at me to death?"

Tsk, just open your mouth and your power will be broken! This great beauty was lost in vain, but it is a pity that she is not mute.

Kurapika calmed down and said in a cold tone: "When I capture you, I will make you honestly reveal all the information about the Phantom Troupe!"

Violent splashes of water and mud suddenly appeared at his feet, and the blue figure rushed towards Heather with two daggers, aiming the two daggers at Heather's elbow joints. And Heather's fist seemed to be covered with invisible armor, and he blasted towards the incoming Kurapika with a grin.

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Izanabi, who was wearing a white martial arts uniform, walked toward the woods as scheduled.

The heavy rain was so heavy that for a while the entire mountain forest seemed to be covered by a curtain of water.

After walking not far, a messy battlefield came into view.

The surrounding trees were broken and collapsed, and the tree trunks and the ground were full of knife scratches and small dents. Kurapika was seen kneeling on the ground with a confused look on his face, while Heather sat with her legs crossed on a tree trunk that had fallen to the ground, humming a song that no one could understand.

"How could it be, how could the gap be so big..."

Kurapika had a look of disbelief on his face. There were no obvious wounds on his body, but the two daggers were all broken and scattered on the ground. Compared with the physical trauma, the mental injury seemed to be more serious.

Izenabi raised his eyebrows, good job Heather. He turned to look at Heather. He was about to say a few words, but was stunned.

Damn it, handsome guy, who are you?

"Yo! Captain!"

Seeing the cheap master coming, Heather waved to Izanabi with a smile, and then said to Kurapika in a sinister tone: "Brother, your blessing has come, the leader of our Phantom Troupe is here to do it himself. You, stick it out quickly!"

That's right, this bastard... is definitely Heather! Only then did Izanabi feel relieved. It turned out that it was not the cheap apprentice who had been replaced by someone else.

Leader? Kurapika turned to look at Izanabi, his clenched fists looking pale and weak in the rain. I can't even defeat the team members, how can I defeat the team leader... Damn it, I'm still too weak.

Looking at Kurapika, whose eyes were dim, Izanabi scratched his head. This boy Heather went a little too far. I asked you to suppress him a little bit instead of letting him crush you to death directly.

Izanabe hooked his hand at Heather, who reluctantly tossed him the hunter's license.

"Don't worry, it's just Heather's prank."

Izanabi walked up to Kurapika who was kneeling on the ground, squatted down and looked at the blond boy in front of him: "But, you still don't seem to be aware of what you are missing."

Kurapika's eyes gradually condensed: "You, are you not the Phantom Troupe?"

He was afraid that the members of the brigade were deliberately teasing and humiliating him, but when he turned around, he found that the bandage on Heather's arm was stained black with ink, and the original spider tattoo had disappeared under the wash of rain.

"Are you...hunters?"

At this time, Kurapika finally realized that he was being teased, but he had no energy or time to be angry. Instead, he seized the opportunity and asked quickly: "When I fought with this person just now, his body seemed to be wrapped with unknown things. That is absolutely necessary to become a true hunter! Please tell me!"

Izenabi glanced at Heather, who shrugged: "Don't look at me, I didn't say anything. He discovered it entirely by himself."

"You are aware of the existence of [Nian], which shows that you have the qualifications to learn [Nian]."

Izanabi stood up and reached out his hand to Kurapika, who was still kneeling on the ground.

"read?"

Kurapika held Izanabi's hand, used the strength to stand up, and looked at Izanabi with burning eyes:

"Please teach me this move called [Nian]! No matter what the conditions and requirements are, I will definitely complete it!"

"Very good, you just need to have this kind of unswerving determination. To be honest, your encounter with me is no accident."

Izanabi didn't waste any time, picked up his luggage and headed deep into the forest: "I can teach you how to develop and use [Nian], but the process will be very difficult, and you must be mentally prepared. Forget about yourself Introduce, my name is Izenabi, and I am a [Hunter] like you."

"My name is Kurapika, please give me some advice!"

Kurapika ignored the fragments of the two swords scattered on the ground, picked up the suitcase that had fallen aside, and followed Izanabi with Heather: "Who are you?"

"Heather, just call me senior brother."

Heather's smile was bright: "Please give me some advice, little cool!"

PS: Izanabi's test script comes from the expanded radio drama of Hunter's old animation, and Heather's test script comes from the new animation.

PS: The old version of Hunter’s animation really beats the new version of the animation in an all-round way...a real and genuine all-out beating.