It was late at night.
The sea breeze slipped into the house through the gaps in the wooden window.
It carried a salty, briny smell.
The main light in the living room was off.
Only an old desk lamp on the table cast a dim yellow glow.
An old-fashioned tape recorder sat in the middle of the table.
The cassette turned slowly inside it.
It gave off a distinct background hiss.
Gon rested his chin in both hands.
He stared unblinkingly at the black plastic box.
Killua stood beside him.
His hands were in his pockets.
Luo Ye lounged on the sofa.
He was peeling an orange.
Click.
A crisp click of a button came from the recorder.
Then.
A somewhat flippant male voice came through the speaker.
"Yo."
"Gon."
"You've got your Hunter License by now, right?"
This was Ging Freecss's voice.
One of the world's greatest Hunters, a living legend.
Yet his voice made you want to punch him.
Gon's eyes instantly lit up.
He leaned closer.
The voice on the recorder continued.
"If you can hear this recording."
"That means you actually learned Nen."
"Not too shabby."
"But."
Ging's voice suddenly turned cocky.
"I have absolutely no intention of seeing you."
Killua frowned.
What kind of father left a message with that attitude?
It was utterly ridiculous.
"I'm a lousy father."
"I abandoned you to pursue my own fun."
"If you insist on looking for me."
"Then."
"Go ahead and try."
Ging burst out laughing on the recording.
"I'll do everything I can to run away."
"I definitely won't let you find me easily."
"Because I hate dealing with trouble."
At that point.
Luo Ye popped a segment of orange into his mouth.
He couldn't help rolling his eyes.
This old bastard.
Luo Ye furiously griped to