Temporary Camp: Recovery from Grave Injuries and the Extermination Team's Assembly

Inside the Temporary Camp's medical tent, pale green Medical Nen drifted like a thin mist. Kite lay on a makeshift hospital bed, a little color having returned to his face. The wound where his arm had been severed was tightly bandaged, and a Nen Stabilizer was secured to his shoulder to prevent his Nen from destabilizing. Although Leorio had not rushed over immediately, he had already recorded the essentials of the Medical Nen he had learned on Greed Island in a Nen Scroll, which now came in handy. Following the scroll's instructions, the camp's medical Hunters continuously channeled Medical Nen into Kite, preserving his remaining Nen channels and keeping him alive. "Mr. Kite, get some rest. Once the war is over, we'll find a way to reattach your arm." Gon sat beside the bed, gripping Kite's left hand tightly. The guilt in his eyes had transformed into a firm determination to protect him. Kite smiled weakly and gently patted Gon's hand. "Gon, I'm fine. It's only an arm. I can still fight. But you mustn't become obsessed because of me. You're Ging's son, and you have a long road ahead of you. Don't let hatred bind you. Remember why you became a Hunter in the first place: to adventure and protect, not to seek revenge." Gon nodded hard, tears welling in his eyes, but forced them back. "I'll remember, Mr. Kite. I won't lose sight of why I started. I'll get stronger, and I'll protect everyone." Killua sat cross-legged in a corner of the tent. His Electric Current Nen wound around the injury on his back like fine threads, repairing his muscles and meridians as he remained alert to movements outside the camp. He knew perfectly well that this was no time to relax. The chimera ants could attack at