Time Reversal

Early the next morning, footsteps thudded down the corridor.

Gon ran back and forth in his tracksuit, making the floorboards tremble beneath his feet.

Killua leaned against the wall with a lollipop in his mouth, watching Gon run lap after lap.

"Slow down. Keep that up and you'll crack the floor. Then the First Prince will come looking for trouble again."

"If it cracks, we'll pay for it." Gon stopped to wipe away his sweat and clenched his fists. "I feel even stronger today!"

Saitama sat on a nearby bench, holding a paper bag and eating a meat bun he had just bought.

He took a bite and said casually,

"Land a little lighter. Don't lock your knees."

Gon's eyes lit up. He immediately adjusted his stance as instructed.

Killua rolled his eyes.

He's only been training a few days, and he's already hooked.

Leorio came out of his room yawning, his hair a bird's nest.

"You're up early. Don't you have training today?"

"Training ended ages ago." Killua spat out his lollipop stick. "They cleared out all the spies. What's left to learn?"

"True." Leorio stretched. "We've got nothing on today. How about I take you to the black market on the lower decks? I asked someone on the medical team yesterday, and they said there's an ointment from the Dark Continent for sale down there. Works wonders on sprains."

"Sounds good!" Gon raised his hand at once.

Kurapika came out of his room holding a notebook.

"The lower decks are too chaotic. We'll go after we get the rest of the Scarlet Eyes."

He had barely finished speaking.

Footsteps sounded from the far end of the corridor.

Unhurried, they drew closer, one step at a time.

A red light flashed in Genos's mechanical eye.

"Warning: Fourth Prince Tserriednich