Downtown Yorknew City.
The sun blazed mercilessly.
The asphalt was hot enough to smoke.
Killua and Gon stood beside an outdoor cold-drink stand.
The streets were packed.
Noise and chatter filled the air.
Killua clutched his nearly melted ice cream cone, staring across the street at the edge of the square.
A man and a woman stood there.
The man wore samurai robes, his hair tied in a topknot, with a long sword at his waist.
The woman wore a pink kimono, her long hair purple and her expression icy.
Nobunaga.
Machi.
Class-A bounty targets.
The two of them were buying crepes.
They looked utterly brazen.
Not the slightest sign of caution.
Killua jabbed Gon hard with his elbow.
"Look over there."
Killua kept his voice very low.
Gon followed his gaze, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
They were the people in the photographs.
Killua rapidly weighed his options.
"Their gait is relaxed, and they aren't concealing their aura."
He licked the ice cream from the corner of his mouth.
His gaze turned cold.
"Here's our chance."
They just had to follow from a distance and find their hideout.
Then the tens of billions in bounty money would be theirs.
Gon nodded firmly.
The two exchanged a glance.
Zetsu.
Their presence vanished in an instant.
They slipped into the crowd.
They became two inconspicuous shadows.
The pursuit began.
Nobunaga and Machi munched on their crepes, strolling leisurely down the street.
They passed through the busiest shopping street.
They walked through the most crowded pedestrian district.
Neither of them noticed a thing.
Killua and Gon stayed fifty meters behind them.
They used crowds and street signs as cover.
They took turns following.
Killua had risked his life learning these skills in the Zoldyck Family since childhood.
Flawless.
Their targets gradually left