In the dim warehouse.
Several military searchlights blazed with harsh white light.
They washed the walls a deathly white.
Netero stood before a huge mobile whiteboard.
He held a black marker.
A detailed floor plan of the East Gorteau royal palace was pinned to the board.
It showed a tangled network of corridors and rooms.
The old man drew a ridiculously thick circle around the hall at the very center of the palace.
"This is the throne."
Netero turned.
His clouded eyes swept over everyone present.
"The King spends the vast majority of his time here."
He marked a cross on each of the three passages outside the hall.
"These are the only routes to the throne."
"The three Royal Guards stand watch outside without ever leaving their posts."
"Our core strategy."
"Is to split them up."
Morel took his pipe out of his mouth.
He exhaled a thick white smoke ring.
"Forcibly separate the King from his guards."
"Give the chairman room for a one-on-one fight."
Netero nodded.
He tapped the stairs on the left side of the plan with his marker.
"Shaiapouf."
"The guard with butterfly wings."
"He has a troublesome powder ability."
"He can hypnotize large areas and control humans."
"Morel."
"Your smoke screen is best suited to handling him."
"Use the Purple Smoke Soldier Corps to seal him off completely."
Morel clenched his pipe between his teeth again.
He gave a firm grunt of agreement.
Netero moved the marker's tip to the tower on the right.
"Neferpitou."
"The catgirl with tremendous destructive power and detection range."
"Gon, Killua."
The old man looked at the two boys.
"You two will draw her away."
"You don't have to kill her. Just keep her occupied."
Gon stared fixedly at the catgirl's position on the plan.
A cold fire burned