Graduation X Farewell Graduation X Farewell

On the Aijin Continent, in a certain tropical region.

Amid the dense rainforest, a camp sat quietly. Various excavation facilities were arranged in an orderly manner, and a dozen archaeologists and various scholars gathered here.

Surrounding the camp were large-scale excavation sites, where various ruins were being protectively excavated. Next to them stood a temporarily constructed factory building, inside of which numerous unearthed cultural relics were stored.

Inside one of the tents, Jin sat on a stool, answering a call.

Growing up pretty fast.

It really is a bit beyond my expectations.

He met Kite? Hahaha, what a coincidence.

Kite doesn't know? Haha, that silly kid.

Alright, I got it. I'll find some time to drop by later.

At that moment, a loud roar came from outside the tent: "Jin, come quickly! There's a major discovery!"

"What! I'm coming! I'm coming!" Jin hurriedly stood up and rushed out.

On the other end of the phone, a burly man wearing military boots and camouflage looked at the hung-up call and helplessly shook his head. He gazed into the distance, where the towering Sky Arena was visible.

Ever since Biscuit arrived, Kevin entered the second stage of training.

During this period, Kevin participated in two more matches out of curiosity.

However, the gains these two matches brought him fell far short of his first Nen user battle.

The construction of his Nen ability could even be described as a failure.

Biscuit said: "Out of the Nen users who linger for long periods above the 200th Floor of the Sky Arena, very few are truly strong.

Unless you feel like challenging your way all the way up to fight a Floor Master. And I can guarantee you, the vast majority of Floor Masters couldn't care less."

As for the other contestants, they were even less worth mentioning.

Nen ability was the combination of aura and intent, which meant the fusion of body and will. When the will was no longer firm, the desire to push upward faded, and the body was neglected in exercise, all these problems would quickly manifest in one's Nen ability.

Overall, Kevin's journey at the Sky Arena had pretty much come to an end.

"As for your Nen ability, you should be well aware of it. When training in Nen abilities of other categories, you have to spend more time than others. Fortunately, you don't have to invest too much energy into physical conditioning and aura control."

Regarding physical conditioning, given that Kevin had the Digestion Potion, it was best to train when his body could absorb the potion once more, as this would maximize the effect.

As for aura control, there was no need to worry about it too much; he could just practice it along the way while training in the various levels.

What restricted Kevin's development were his potential aura amount and output aura amount.

Thus, various targeted training sessions followed one after another, and Yungu also engaged in these exercises together with Kevin, such as smashing stones with stones, hurling Nen Bullets outward, and so on.

Yet such training did not last very long.

One month later, inside the hotel.

Biscuit crossed her arms, looking at Kevin and Yungu before her.

"You two have trained quite well during this period, so you can officially graduate after today. But don't slack off; adjust your training rhythm and methods according to your own habits, and forge ahead toward your respective goals."

Having spoken, Biscuit picked up her luggage and put on her sun hat.

"The Treasure Auction is about to start, so see you later, disciples."

The moment her voice fell, under the two's blank gazes, Biscuit bolted out of the door, and they finally only saw a hand holding a phone stretch out from the doorway.

"Call me if anything comes up! Bye!"

Leaving Kevin and Yungu staring at each other in dismay.

"Well, where are you planning to go next?" Kevin looked at Yungu and asked.

Yungu did not ponder much and said directly: "I've already joined Shingen-ryu, and I'll probably travel around afterward to further refine the martial way. If possible, I'd actually like to take on a disciple."

"That really suits your style, but is it really okay?" Kevin said, pointing at the corner of Yungu's clothes.

"Ah, sorry." Yungu hurriedly and flurriedly tidied up his attire, trying his best to make himself look a bit less sloppy.

"What about you?"

"Me?" Kevin fished a notebook out from his chest pocket and shook it. "My goals are all in here. The Hunter Exam doesn't start until early next year, and there are still over two months left until then.

During this period, I plan to raise my strength, gather more materials, and brew a few more potions.

Once I get the Hunter License, I'll head specifically to places like Secret Realms, wilderness areas, and Nature Reserves to collect materials."

Kevin had a clear plan for his own future. After all, this world was vast and boundless, and up to now he still didn't know where the boundary of the world was.

Yet Kevin vaguely felt that the higher-ups seemingly did not want the public to pay excessive attention to things beyond the known world. And Hunters appeared to possess a certain right to know.

It seemed everything would have to wait until he obtained the Hunter License before unfolding.

Yungu also nodded in agreement: "Indeed, getting the Hunter License is extremely necessary."

With the Hunter License, many things would become much more convenient.

"Then, see you next time."

"Yeah, see you next time."

Kevin returned to his rented apartment. As soon as he reached the doorway, his phone received a message.

"Kite?"

He had previously sent a message to Kite informing him that he had already advanced to the 200th Floor, but he hadn't received a reply from Kite for so long, and he had been worrying the whole time whether something had happened.

Looking at the message, Kite stated in it that he hadn't replied earlier because his phone was damaged in a battle. Now he had bought a new phone, and because he had discovered clues about his teacher, he had continued tracking them.

He apologized for not being able to head to the venue together with him, but he would wait for him at the venue and apologize in person then.

"Why bother being so polite?" Kevin felt somewhat amused and exasperated.

"Mito seemed to say she was heading back after winning a match on the 200th Floor; I hope she can bring me good news before the Hunter Exam."

Judging by this, the only acquaintance left at the Sky Arena seemed to be little Killua. But little Killua was here for trials, with family members looking after him.

"I should still go say goodbye; after all, we can be considered friends." Besides, he had even learned quite a few combat techniques from him.

Soon, Kevin found Killua inside the arena.

"Want to spar again? What have you been busy with lately? I've gotten a lot stronger, you know!" Killua asked with a smile as he jogged over.

"I've been training recently too, and now I can send you flying with a single punch." Actually, he could do that before, too.

"Ha! Stop bragging here!" Killua immediately protested unconvincingly.

Kevin squatted down with a grin, pulled out a blue and white baseball hat from behind his back—the hat even had a lightning symbol right in the middle—placed the hat on Killua's head, and then ruffled his hair fiercely.

"I'm getting ready to leave, friend. Consider this hat a farewell gift from me."

"You're leaving?" The somewhat indignant expression on Killua's face instantly shifted, and he raised his head to ask.

"Yeah, friends always reach a time of parting. But we'll definitely meet again in the future, and by then I hope you can break my title of Immovable as a Mountain."

Although somewhat saddened, Killua still smiled and said, "Fine, next time we meet I'll definitely send you flying with one punch!"

"Haha, then I'll look forward to it!"

After bidding farewell to Killua, Kevin couldn't help muttering, "Why do I always feel a chill?" He rubbed his neck in puzzlement.

At that moment, the phone in his pocket chimed with a notification sound once more.

He took it out and looked, only to find a message sent by someone he had practically never contacted—Jin.