The night breeze in the primeval forest carried damp moisture.
The rushing river crashed noisily against the rocks.
The campfire flickered ceaselessly in the wind.
That thunderous gunshot still echoed through the valley.
The heap of remains on the ground was still oozing sticky, dark green fluid.
The stench in the air grew stronger.
Kite slowly lowered the long gun decorated with a clown.
The gun dissolved into specks of Nen light and vanished into the air.
He turned around.
His gaze fell on Gon.
Then it shifted downward.
It settled on the Hunter License clutched tightly in Gon's hand.
Kite tugged down the brim of his cap.
A rare trace of warmth appeared on his usually stern face.
"You've grown."
Kite's voice sounded a little hoarse.
"Gon."
Gon froze on the spot.
His mind raced.
That voice...
That cap...
And that gun...
His long-buried memories awakened in an instant!
This was the man who had saved him in Fox Bear territory when he was nine.
The man who had told him his father was still alive.
"You're Kite."
Gon took a big step forward in excitement.
Even his voice trembled.
"Ging's student."
Kite stepped forward.
He pulled a somewhat worn Hunter License from his pocket.
He handed it to Gon.
"This is Ging's license."
Looking Gon in the eye, Kite spoke slowly and clearly.
"He asked me to give it to you."
"As proof that you're now qualified to search for him."
Gon accepted the license with both hands.
His fingers stroked its worn edges.
The obsession he had carried for over a decade finally became something tangible.
Killua jumped down from the tree.
He walked over to the disgusting heap of remains.
He nudged the hard shell on the ground with his toe.
His brows drew tightly together.