Honeydew-Roasted Leopard Wings, a Hundredfold Assault on the Taste Buds

In a forest clearing.

Seventeen Gale Brittle-Wing Leopards lay arranged in neat rows.

Genos knelt beside the Boss Leopard, a high-frequency vibrating blade extending from his palm.

Slash, slash, slash—

The blade flashed precisely through the gaps between bone and muscle.

The entire dorsal wing muscle was cleanly removed, not a single strand of fascia damaged, the cut surface smooth as a mirror.

"Boss Leopard wing muscle, weight: 12.7 kilograms."

"Muscle fiber density is three times that of ordinary leopards, rich in savory amino acids accumulated through high-speed movement."

"Recommended method: slow-roast at low temperature to seal in the juices, then brush the exterior with Honeydew Sugarcore Flower syrup to form a caramelized crust."

Gon leaned closer, his eyes widening.

"Wow, the grain of this meat is so pretty! It looks like marble!"

Killua wiped away his sweat and sat down cross-legged.

"Hurry up. I'm starving to death. Godspeed used up half my stamina earlier."

Leorio walked over carrying two ordinary leopards by their hind legs.

"What should we do with these smaller ones?"

"Cut them into chunks and skewer-roast them with salt."

"The Boss Leopard's wing muscle is the main course and needs to be prepared separately."

Genos rose to his feet, his gaze sweeping toward the western valley.

"Kurapika, sorry for the trouble, but please gather some Honeydew Sugarcore Flowers."

"The petals contain natural sugars and floral essential oils. They are the soul of this dish."

Kurapika nodded, his chains coiling around him as he shot toward the valley.

Gon volunteered to gather dry firewood.

Killua could not be bothered to move, so he sat where he was and sterilized the ground with electricity.

Leorio followed Genos in preparing the leopard meat, helping debone and cut it into pieces.

Ten minutes later.

The campfire was burning.

Kurapika returned