1999 arrived without a sound. If they hadn't remembered what was happening on the Six Continents, none of them would have realized the year had changed.
That was also because, during this time, they had been using the Dark Continent calendar—or the New World calendar—in the tribe, which had thrown off their sense of time.
But regardless, the theoretical first year of the Hunter x Hunter story had begun.
A rather large group left the Moose Centaur Tribe and headed toward the Ancient Labyrinth.
"The Professional Hunter Exam should be starting soon, right?"
On the way back to the Ancient Labyrinth, Menchi couldn't help running her fingers over the Fire Element Pattern on her twin blades, her expression almost doting.
As she played with her newly enchanted blades, she casually brought it up.
Buhara rubbed his enormous belly, which jiggled as he walked, as though he were carrying a heavy load. He replied to his partner.
"It should be starting... Around this time last year, we were trying to become examiners for this year's Professional Hunter Exam. Now we're here. It's hard to believe."
Menchi reluctantly slid her twin blades back into their leather sheath, which she wore slung across her slender waist.
"Buhara, this is what they mean by 'life is unpredictable.' Being an examiner for the Professional Hunter Exam is certainly worthwhile, but right now, the Dark Continent is more appealing."
As if she'd remembered something, she turned her head, her hair tied into five braids.
"Ging, Biscuit, Shubika, have any of you been examiners for the Professional Hunter Exam? What was it like? Tell us about it."
Ging, wearing a fur hat gifted by the Moose Centaur Tribe, waved a hand.
"Chairman Netero did ask me to be an examiner, but I turned him down. Rather than