After each reduction in age, she adjusted her condition, making her Nen and aura match her reduced age before drinking another cup.
Judging by the number of cups she had drunk, she should have been reduced to around thirty years old by now.
Mm, from
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ten-year-old tofu dregs, she had become a mature beauty in her thirties.
However, because of her well-built muscles, she still retained the fresh, youthful appearance of a thirteen-year-old.
"Oh, right— J
Biscuit's expression suddenly turned strange, as though she were up to no good.
"Other than Little Paku, I seem to remember you have another friend who especially loves money, right?
"Her name is Machi?"
Covering her lips with one hand, she lightly nudged Morin with her elbow and winked at him.
"That's true, right?"
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"Well, kid, I couldn't tell before, but you're quite the affectionate type. What a womanizer!!"
"What are you even talking about?! We're just members, companions!!"
"Ehh—"
"...Aren't you way too gossipy?"
"Is there even a woman in this world who doesn't gossip?"
Biscuit put her hands on her hips, utterly shameless. "Even if there is, I'm definitely not one of them." Morin looked utterly defeated.
"Fine, enough joking."
Biscuit's expression instantly turned serious, displaying her face-changing skill to perfection.
No wonder they said a woman's face was like June weather—it changed whenever it pleased.
Watching this scene, Morin grumbled inwardly.
"Is there something serious next?"
Biscuit pulled a letter from her coat sleeve.
"This year's Hunter Exam is about to begin. You know that, right?
"I know."
Morin nodded.
The Hunter Exam was held every year on January 7.
Today was January 3. There were still
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days left until the exam began.
"It seems that quite a few Hunters are away on business this year and can't be reached for the time being, so there's a shortage of professional Hunters to serve as examiners."
Biscuit waved the letter in her hand, lifted her chin proudly, and said:
"So Hunter Association Chairman Netero personally wrote me a letter, asking me to serve as an examiner for this year's Hunter Exam!"
"An examiner for the Hunter Exam?"
Morin remembered that in the original story, Biscuit had indeed mentioned that she had once served as an examiner for the Hunter Exam and had always wanted to do so again.
"So it was this time?"
He took the letter from Biscuit, opened it, and read:
"This year's Hunter Exam is in your hands, Biscuit.
There was even a drawing of an old man sticking out his tongue and making a V-sign.
Mm, such a goofy letter really did seem like Netero's handiwork.
"Not bad."
Morin nodded. "So you're going to be an examiner for the Hunter Exam. Does that mean I'll be on my own for a while?"
"Who said that?"
Biscuit looked at Morin as though he were strange.
"Of course you're coming with me."
Morin: "...Coming together???"
"Of course!"
Biscuit said matter-of-factly, "As my disciple, how could you not take the Hunter Exam and earn a Hunter License?"
You're my master. Isn't it a little inappropriate to cheat so openly?
Biscuit waved her hand. "It doesn't matter. As long as you can pass the Hunter Exam, it doesn't matter what methods you use.
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"That includes bribing an examiner too~"
Biscuit made a face at Morin. "Hurry up, I'm giving you a chance to flatter me. When the time comes, I'll hand you a Hunter License directly.
"I'd better not."
Morin shook his head.
"I have no plans to take the Hunter License exam right now."
"What did you say?"
Biscuit raised an eyebrow, and her gaze gradually turned dangerous. "You won't even listen to your master now?"
"This has nothing to do with training. You can't just force your will onto me."
"Enough nonsense. Are you going or not?!"
"Um..."
Seeing Biscuit already rolling up her sleeves, Morin pretended to think seriously before answering:
"Since you've put it that way, Biscuit, it would be rude not to go."
Of course, he was only going. Whether he passed or not was another matter.
Morin silently added to himself.
Although a Hunter License had all kinds of functions, it was not something he needed at the moment.
Rather than obtaining a license first, Morin cared more about his training.
Besides—
"Having finally come to the world of Hunter x Hunter, it would be a real shame not to participate in the most classic session of the Hunter Exam."
The 27th Hunter Exam was where the story began.
If he did not go take a look, then he might as well not have come.
Naturally, Biscuit had no idea what her unfilial disciple was thinking. She simply nodded in satisfaction and delight.
"Good. Since you have no objections, let's set off right now!!"
It was also her first time serving as an examiner for the Hunter Exam. Coupled with having returned to the age of thirty, her mindset had become younger too, and she was much more energetic.
The two of them changed their itinerary and hurried toward the venue for the Hunter Exam.
This year's Hunter Exam was the 275th session, and its rules were the same as always.
First, the applicants had to follow instructions and clues to find the correct examination site.
Then, led by four or five examiners, they had to complete the test content set by those examiners.
Only after passing everything could they clear the Hunter Exam, obtain a Hunter License, and become an outstanding Hunter.
The content of each round was determined by that round's examiner, and the passing standards were also up to the examiner.
This examination format gave examiners tremendous autonomy and made the exam full of uncertainty.
But precisely because of that, every applicant who passed was one in ten thousand, a true elite among elites.
Biscuit and Morin separated the day before the exam.
In her words, even though Biscuit had already decided to let Morin pass, that only applied to her own round.
If Morin wanted to see her, he would still need to clear the examiners before her.
As for the content prepared by the other examiners, Biscuit did not know.
And regarding the test she planned to prepare, she merely stuck out her tongue playfully at Morin.
"You'll find out when the time comes."
Mm, Biscuit was even keeping it secret from Morin.
In other words, this Hunter Exam was actually no different from participating normally.
That so-called guaranteed pass was just Biscuit dangling a carrot in front of Morin.
Morin was not angry when he learned this, because he had not planned to pass and obtain a license this time anyway.
After the Hunter Exam ended, if Biscuit saw that he had failed, the consequences—
Um, he should probably prepare some gems in advance to calm her down.
While thinking about what gems he should look for, Morin entered the waiting area for this session of the Hunter Exam.
The examination site for the first round was inside a massive opera house in the city where Morin was staying.
Although Biscuit had not given Morin any other special treatment, he did not need to search for the Hunter Exam venue himself.
The number of people who participated in each Hunter Exam was never fixed. Sometimes there were only two or three hundred people,
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hundred people, while at other times there were over a thousand.
Therefore, the venues chosen for each Hunter Exam needed to have ample space.
This opera house was very large, with many rooms. One could easily get lost with the slightest carelessness.
Following the information Biscuit had given him, Morin wound his way through the building until he arrived at a large door.
A staff member dressed in black and wearing sunglasses was waiting there.
When he saw Morin arrive, he said nothing and silently handed over a
shaped card.
round
No. T23? It seemed he had not arrived too late.
Casually pinning the Number Tag to his chest, Morin pushed open the door and entered.
Inside was a huge studio, with a spacious stage at the very front.
Quite a few people were already waiting there, sitting in twos and threes among the audience seats.
Some were watchful, while others rested with their eyes closed, all guarding against the people around them.
"Not a single one is worth paying attention to."
Morin casually swept his gaze over them and immediately gauged their strength.
They were all ordinary people with decent physical fitness. There was not a single Nen user among them, not even a half-baked one.
Feeling rather bored, Morin planned to find a place to sit.
And just then—
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