An Ending and a New Beginning

For the next period of time, Oboro kept trying to use his time travel ability to travel to different worlds in the One-Punch Man multiverse.

Because some worlds seem to have characters like Blast who can break through dimensions, the so-called Dimensional Guardians, these are the people Oboro is looking for.

He wanted to familiarize himself with the rules of time and space by investigating the abilities of these dimensional guardians.

He has become relatively proficient in mastering the rules of space, but he has never been able to control the rules of time.

However, the Earth where Saitama is located is the strongest plane in this multiverse, and Blast can only break through the spatial barrier, but does not have the ability to perceive time... Therefore, even though he has been 'traveling' through various universes for a considerable period of time, he has not found a way to develop the ability to perceive time.

But Long knew that the rules of time did indeed exist.

Because in each world he arrived in, according to the original story's timeline, the plot didn't seem to unfold.

Oboro wants to ensure that when he returns to Hunter x Hunter, some of the dead... can be resurrected.

Because he had some regrets about being Hunter x Hunter ...

It's a great pity that no matter how hard he tried or how much he studied, he couldn't grasp the concept of time.

His ability to travel through time seems to be only bound to the active rules of space, while time is passive.

Therefore, he could only focus most of his energy on studying the God imprisoned in the Soul Lamp, and then on improving his perception and mastery of space.

And so, after an unknown amount of time, Oboro finally gave up.

He was certain... that the answer he sought did not exist in the world of One-Punch Man.

Other multiverse worlds, while possessing some similar time-related abilities, are far too weak.

It wouldn't be useful when traveling back in time; simply put, its abilities couldn't affect the course of a world.

Before leaving, Oboro's consciousness made contact with the Will Tree of the One-Punch Man World and looked up once again at the uncle who was deeply rooted in the cosmos and had lush branches and leaves.

The leaves, seemingly adorned with glittering starlight, trembled gently, as if knowing he was about to leave and bidding him farewell.

"Hmm... I'll come back to visit."

As if understanding what the Will Tree was saying, Oboro waved his hand.

My initial nervousness subsided.

The God was still in his hands, and he feared that the Will Tree would not allow him to leave with the 'God'.

But just as he expected, the Will Tree didn't care at all.

On the contrary, we welcome him to come again.

As for his actions in the One-Punch Man World, the Will Tree didn't care. For such a powerful Will Tree, even if Oboro did something that disrupted the world's direction and development, it wouldn't matter much. It could easily bring all the characters' destinies back on track.

It's not comparable to the Will Tree in Demon Slayer or One Piece.

Looking at the 'vast' giant tree before him, Long suddenly had a flash of inspiration and blurted out, "The rules of time... do you understand them?"

The Will Tree is the foundation upon which the world functions in the present day.

Why didn't I think of that before...? I could ask it?

Moreover, this Will Tree is friendly to him and has no hostility... Perhaps it can even help him find the answers.

This is the world's will from the highest dimension.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this exchange of thoughts broke out, the entire boundless universe burst forth with dazzling light as the branches of the Will Tree swayed.

Long suddenly closed her eyes.

When he opened his eyes, his spirit had returned to his original body and left the multidimensional space of One-Punch Man, reappearing in the colorful torrent of time and space.

Looking around, all you could see were clusters of light spots of varying sizes, densely packed together.

Each point of light represents a world.

"How amazing, it actually excluded me from the world... and sent me away."

"Because I'm not from the One-Punch Man World, that's why I don't want to tell you..."

He seemed lost in thought, his tone filled with regret.

Immediately, he put aside his thoughts, and with a quick glance, locked onto the light band where the Hunter x Hunter World was located.

This time, because he used the One-Punch Man World to jump and close the distance, Oboro was very sure that he could return to Hunter x Hunter.

However, he couldn't be sure when he would be back and Hunter x Hunter.

Perhaps it was before everything began...

It's also possible that it happened after he disappeared from the Dark Continent...

Thinking it over, his gaze sharpened, and Long immediately swooped down.

A terrifying torrent of time and space began to ravage and erode his flesh and soul with his movements.

However, the damage he can inflict is far less severe than when he left the One Piece world.

On the one hand, it benefited from the protection of the spatial rules, and on the other hand, after fighting Saitama twice, Oboro's soul had grown to a certain extent.

Please!

Approaching the spot of light in Hunter x Hunter, Oboro reached out to touch it, her heart pounding with trepidation and prayer.

Perhaps it was a sense of trepidation about returning home, but he suddenly had a feeling that he was hesitant to go back to the Hunter x Hunter World... He didn't know why.

I'm actually a little scared...

However, just as his fingers were about to touch the glow emanating from the space barrier of the Hunter x Hunter World, a slender, grass-like filament of light grew strangely from his fingertip and connected to the space sphere first.

Long's expression changed slightly, and he immediately froze.

Before you could even react, the next second, you were sucked in.

Hunter x Hunter, in a desolate wilderness on the Yorbian Continent.

A convoy was moving slowly forward. Upon closer inspection, the group's attire was quite peculiar, with not only exaggerated clothing but also eye-catching makeup.

There was a fat clown with a red nose, a thin man wearing a colorful dome hat and holding a juggling stick, and a middle-aged man leaning against a cage with a long whip hanging from his waist... and crawling in the cage was an adult male lion.

The vehicle was fully loaded with various props and miscellaneous items.

Clearly, this is a performance group.

Circus.

But at that moment, the convoy suddenly stopped.

The regimental commander raised his hand, signaling to stop.

They found a young man lying in a pool of blood ahead.

"Moritonio, let's go."

"We also need to prepare for the performance."

"He seems to still be breathing..."

The regimental commander was the first to approach and check the victim's injuries. He found that the person was still alive, but on the verge of death.

However, the team disagreed on whether to help the dying man.

After some argument and discussion, although most people disagreed with bringing the Shanks boy along, the boy was placed in the carriage because the leader ordered it.

However, just as the team was preparing to set off again because of this little incident.

Suddenly, another person appeared out of nowhere on the road ahead.

It's very strange.

No one noticed how this person appeared or where he came from.

All I know is that this person looks respectable in terms of his clothes and demeanor, wearing a sharp suit and a black round hat.

He looked to be in his early twenties.

"Who are you?"

The captain of the group Moritonio, wearing a monocle, glanced at the man blocking his way and felt a strange sense of familiarity, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

He could only politely step forward, bow slightly, and ask.

Long's eyes were red...

He never imagined that he would actually be able to come back one day, and that he would return to the very beginning.

The Circus where he grew up and started out alongside Hisoka.

The only regret is that it seems that the original body of mine is no longer in this Circus... most likely it has died.

Looking at the familiar faces in the convoy, it felt like only yesterday.

It was the Will Tree of One-Punch Man that helped him.

Otherwise, without mastering the rules of time, it would be impossible to return to the beginning of everything.

"Hello, Commander Moritonio, my name is Oboro... I'm a friend of the person in the car, his name is Hisoka."

Long came to her senses, calmed her emotions, and her reddened eyes returned to normal.

He took a breath, a slight smile playing on his lips, and bowed politely, removing his hat. "Thank you for saving my friend... I wonder if I could have the honor of Accompany with you to Glam Galans."

"You..."

When the man easily called out his name, Moritonio was stunned.

After a moment, not quite sure what was going on, he nodded almost unconsciously and replied, "Okay."

And so, without any apparent reason, the convoy added another member.

Strangely, despite the members feeling uneasy about Oboro's addition, not a single one of them voiced their opinion.

Oboro got into Hisoka's carriage and naturally took care of him.

He placed his hand on Hisoka's chest and instantly used his life force to repair his injuries.

However, Hisoka kept his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.

Long looked at this familiar feeling with amusement.

"Now that you're awake, don't just lie there... you should at least thank your savior, right?"

Upon hearing this, the Shanks boy's lips curled into a slight smile, and his narrow eyes slowly opened, his tone somewhat eerie, "Heh... you found out."

"I know you too well... even better than you know yourself now."

Oboro gazed at the young Hisoka and extended her hand. "Hello, Hisoka... Nice to meet you. Let me introduce myself. My name is Oboro."

"Hazy..."

Hisoka remained lying still, his gaze lingering on Oboro's face as he murmured her name, a strange ripple stirring within him.

"I feel... we will become very good friends."

"Really? Well... I'm actually looking forward to it..."

(The End)