Whale Island's dairy cow crisis and the disappearing Hisoka

"So you're really coming back to Whale Island with me?" Gon skipped along at the front, a backpack over his shoulders and his eyes shining like stars. "We have a huge yard and a whole forest! We can catch fireflies at night, and Aunt Mito makes the best curry!"

With a lollipop in his mouth, Killua glanced sideways at Saitama, who was carrying two big boxes of milk. "Stop asking. Even if you told him there was a gold mine on the island, he might not go. But tell him there's fresh milk straight from the cow, and he'd carry you on his back the whole way."

Saitama nodded earnestly, tightening his hold on the milk boxes. "Exactly. Supermarket milk is all pasteurized. It can't compare to milk straight from the cow. By the way, Gon, how much milk do your cows give in a day? Is there enough to go around?"

"Plenty!" Gon patted his chest in reassurance. "We have three dairy cows. Aunt Mito and I can't possibly drink all their milk every day, so we turn the rest into cheese."

Saitama's eyes instantly lit up like little light bulbs.

Genos brought up the rear, pushing a huge suitcase packed entirely with Saitama's milk and changes of clothes. He adjusted his glasses and calmly added, "Sensei, I've already checked Whale Island's climate. The average temperature is twenty-five degrees Celsius, and milk can be kept at room temperature for three days. I also brought a portable refrigerator with enough space for a week's supply of fresh milk. In addition, I've arranged weekly milk deliveries by air. Even if we stay on the island for a month, you won't have to worry about running out."

Killua rolled his eyes hard. "Are you two going to spend your entire lives obsessing