In the second-floor corridor of the hall, a vigorous yet slightly mischievous voice rang out. "Ho ho ho... Did I scare you?"
"..."
Hearing that, Oboro's tensed body suddenly relaxed.
He knew he was still far from the very top in terms of strength, but he should not have been so weak that just anyone pulled off the street could toy with him... At the very least, ordinary Hunters in the Association could not deceive his senses unless they possessed some special ability related to it.
Otherwise... even Biscuit would have had a hard time doing it.
But if it was this person, then it made sense...
Oboro turned around and looked toward the figure that had leaped down from the second floor and landed before him.
The chairman of the Hunter Association, Isaac Netero.
The iconic robe, the iconic tied-back hair, those large earlobes and long eyebrows, and wooden clogs on his feet...
The old man was delighted by the "surprise" he had created. He stared at Oboro's expression, blinking like a child, looking rather smug.
"I really didn't expect someone as insignificant as me to have the chairman of the Hunter Association personally come greet me... Should I be honored, or should I be a little cautious?" Oboro said with a hand on his hip and the other covering his forehead.
After saying that, he deliberately sucked in a breath and exclaimed dramatically, "Don't tell me you're here to revoke my eligibility for the exam? That's unnecessary, isn't it... There was never any explicit rule saying I had to attend the preliminaries."
Oboro was joking.
Wing had mentioned before that Biscuit had contacted the chairman, but Oboro had not taken it to heart. So when the old man truly appeared, he was still quite surprised... It also meant