Rooting Out Undercover Agents

The Nen training class was held in a medium-sized conference room on the second floor.

The long table was arranged in a square, with a dozen or so guards seated on either side, each representing a different prince. Some rested their fingertips on their sword hilts, while others swept their eyes across the room. No one spoke; the only sound was breathing.

Kurapika stood at the front, dressed in a black suit, his fingertips curled around the chain pendant.

"You are all trusted aides serving at the princes' sides. Over the next week, I'll teach you basic Nen defensive techniques to deal with assassinations by Nen beasts.

"Before class, I'll ask a few basic questions. Just answer honestly."

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint click came from the back row.

Saitama sat in the last row, opening a box of cheese and taking a bite.

The guard beside him turned to look. Saitama raised the box in his hand, gesturing for him to take a piece. The guard turned back and resumed sitting on his own.

Kurapika wasn't distracted. He began questioning them from the first person onward.

The questions were all trivial matters: names, affiliations, and boarding times.

Each time he questioned someone, his Thumb Chain swayed slightly.

Genos stood in the corner, his mechanical eyes sweeping across the room as each person's identity and background appeared simultaneously on his tablet. Any suspicious names were highlighted in red.

After the first person finished answering, Kurapika nodded.

"Next."

The second person had just finished stating his name when the Thumb Chain suddenly went taut.

Kurapika looked up at him.

"You falsified your affiliation."

The man's face went pale. He drew a short blade and charged, aiming for Kurapika at the front.

Gon sat in the first row. He