It was the third day after the battle at the Flavor Breath Ancient Zen Monastery.
Most of the wreckage on the back mountain had been cleared away.
Broken bamboo had been hauled off, craters filled in, and the ruined herb fields tilled and sown with fresh seeds.
Most of the young panda disciples Leorio had rescued could walk again. The few who had been seriously injured were out of danger and recuperating in their rooms.
The monastery had returned to its old peace and quiet.
Morning sunlight filtered through the bamboo grove, carrying the fresh scent of dew.
Gon practiced his punches in a clearing on the back mountain.
They no longer shook the earth. Each punch was tightly controlled, with the power of Rotation locked into his fist. It landed with only a dull thud, leaving the ground uncracked.
His control of Xiewei was growing more refined.
Killua sat on a bamboo branch nearby, hair-thin threads of lightning dancing at his fingertips.
The threads sliced silently through the air, leaving clean cuts in the bamboo leaves without knocking a single fragment loose.
His Godspeed had reached the point where he could wield it entirely at will.
Leorio crouched beside the herb garden, helping the young panda disciples sort medicinal plants while working out how to better combine Xiewei with his healing Nen.
After that large-scale treatment, he had gained an entirely new understanding of his abilities.
The clatter of pots and pans came from the kitchen.
There was no need to guess. It was Saitama.
He had planted himself in the kitchen the day before and refused to leave, calling it "helping taste-test the food." In reality, he had eaten more than half of the monastery's three-day food supply.
The young panda disciples on kitchen duty were furious but