Gon, carrying a small backpack, had failed to learn anything more about his father, Ging Freecss, from Kurapika. He hurried off toward Gelman, unable to contain his impatience.
"Mr. Gelman! Mr. Gelman! Please wait!"
He ran up beside Gelman, clutching the straps of his backpack with both hands. He looked like an excited middle-schooler heading out on a school trip.
Given his age and the fishing rod he carried, that was even more true.
"Kurapika told me you know Ging Freecss. Is that true?"
Gelman looked back and saw Kurapika giving him an apologetic expression.
It wasn't strange that Kurapika knew about Ging.
They had met in the Kakin Empire and on Greed Island. More than enough time had passed since then for Kurapika to find out who Ging was.
"I do know Ging." Gelman looked down at Gon and could see a little of Ging in his face. "I also know that you're Ging's son, Gon."
"That's right, I'm Ging's son!" Gon admitted eagerly, his eyes wide. "I'm looking for him. Do you know where he went?"
"I do." Gelman nodded. "But I can't tell you yet. He's working with me on a secret mission, and I can't say much."
Gon looked dejected. He hadn't expected that, just when he'd made it this far, the trail would seem to go cold again.
Before he was old enough to remember, he had been left on his hometown of Whale Island and raised by Ging's younger sister, Aunt Mito.
He had left Whale Island and set off on his journey to take the Hunter License Exam because he'd heard that Ging was a professional Hunter.
If he became a professional Hunter, he'd be one step closer to Ging, wouldn't he?
But in reality, even after getting his Hunter License, he had