The Road Was Harder Than Expected · Into the Land of Faint Light

The road was harder to travel than they had imagined.

The five of them supported one another as they walked, moving very slowly.

Gon held his waist. Every step sent a dull ache through his ribs, and after two steps he had to stop and cough twice. There were still uncleaned traces of blood at the corners of his mouth.

Killua limped along, his right knee swollen high. Before, he had been able to dart around by relying on his speed, but now even lifting his leg was difficult. Cold sweat covered his forehead.

Kurapika's left hand hung at his side, his wrist swollen like a steamed bun and completely unable to move. The chains were wrapped around his waist, and he did not even dare touch them.

Leorio walked at the front, clutching his chest and coughing dully from time to time. His steps were unsteady, and several times he nearly put his foot down wrong.

Half of Genos's thrusters were broken, so he could only walk on his two legs. Every movement of his mechanical joints produced a creaking sound that made everyone's teeth ache.

Only Saitama followed at the back, both hands in his pockets. He strolled along leisurely, occasionally looking around at the rocks by the roadside, a stark contrast to the five wounded soldiers ahead of him.

"You guys are walking way too slowly." Still not satisfied, he urged them on from behind.

No one had the energy to answer him.

They were in so much pain they could barely stand it. Who could be as carefree as he was, acting as if nothing had happened?

The farther they went into the side tunnel, the darker it became.

Strangely, however, the pain in their bodies was gradually easing.

At first, the soreness from being squeezed