Ninja? The Kind That Spits Out Fireballs?

"Hmm? The first candidate who passed appeared. No. 44, Hisoka Morow. I have a deep impression of him. In the first test, he attacked me without hesitation."

In the airship, Satotz, who was drinking tea, said.

"It can be seen that this is another lawless guy who doesn't take human lives seriously. The candidate who almost killed the examiner last year was him, right?" Menchi seemed to be very unhappy with this kind of person, and his tone was somewhat rushed.

"It wasn't almost killed. Didn't you see it just now?" Haru said lazily as he leaned against the sofa.

"With just this bit of strength, he even came here to take revenge. I seriously doubt how this kind of person became a hunter. Could it be that he went to the circus to study this year? And this kind of flashy trick could probably only be used to fool ordinary people. It was also expected that he would be killed."

Although he almost killed Hisoka Morow before, to be honest, he didn't think there was anything wrong with Hisoka Morow's method.

It was just like if you went to participate in the professional skills test, and the result of the interview was that the examiner was a half-baked, and with a great sense of superiority he tried to use the level of a half-baked to judge your professional level. No one would be able to accept it.

Would you rather have a key?

How many?

To have that kind of accident at the annual meeting was completely deserved!

Since he had found that kind of half-baked goods, then he had to bear the corresponding consequences.

He hadn't seen that this year, after the change of Satotz, Menchi and the others, Hisoka Morow suddenly became much more honest.

Especially after Satotz saw his purpose and gave a warning, Hisoka Morow immediately became low-key. If it was a half-baked, do you think Hisoka Morow would kill on the spot

"Tsk, as expected, only you would appreciate that kind of guy." Menchi's expression became more and more unhappy.

Haru also did not care. He only said, "I don't really appreciate it. It's just a matter of fact. This guy's bad character occasionally makes me want to kill him."

Menchi glanced at him and could not help but say, "For a dangerous guy like you to become a hunter is simply a huge trouble!"

Haru was a little amused by her, "Believe me, this world is far from as simple as it looks on the surface. When you meet a real 'dangerous guy', you will know how precious a person like me is."

To put it bluntly, if one day the creatures of the Dark Continent invade, who can humans rely on?

Are they those hot weapons that are difficult to bring out, or nuclear bombs that are used to take down the enemy?

And among the hunters, there were simply too many mediocre people. Those people could not even be considered cannon fodder. They would only tremble in fear.

Who could he rely on in the end?

Wasn't it those so-called 'dangerous fellows'!

In Haru's eyes, the Hunter Association was actually just so. If he really had to compare, he even admired the Phantom Troupe even more, even if the latter was just a notorious bandit group!

It was no wonder that Menchi felt that Haru would admire people like Hisoka Morow.

It was because the way they looked at problems and things were completely different from that of normal people.

To put it nicely, it was called doing as one pleased, but to put it bluntly, they were relying on their own strength to run amok!

Haru did not deny this.

After all, strength itself was the basis for him to do whatever he wanted!

Without this confidence, he would not be able to raise his current personality, and he would not be able to be arrogant at all.

Right now, Menchi still did not understand what this fellow was saying. She only said, "I'm going to eat."

"Ah, help me bring some food back, I won't go."

"Are we very familiar? Who wants to help you bring food!"

"Oh, remember to bring more meat back. It's best if it's a bit more heavy. I warn you in advance, don't try to spit in and raise sand or something. Once I find out, I will post the photo of you sleeping in the toilet with the toilet bowl in the toilet."

Menchi gritted her teeth in anger. She pulled out two kitchen knives and wanted to cut someone, but was stopped by Buhara in time and directly dragged out.

"Fuck! Let me go! I will skin this bastard alive today!"

"En, en. Hurry up and go. I heard that there is charcoal to roast the lamb today. If we go late, we won't be able to eat."

After the two left, only Haru and Satotz were left in the room.

Satotz was somewhat surprised and asked, "Is there anyone else among the remaining examinees that you care about?"

"Probably." Haru mumbled.

After obtaining the answer, Satotz really thought about it and felt that there were only a few people that were worthy of attention among the remaining people.

He, who was originally going to rest, suddenly became interested. He made another pot of tea and tasted it beautifully.

12 hours after the third test began, three people, including Hisoka Morow, had already passed the test.

The second was Illumi disguised as Gittarackur. The third person who was only two minutes late was a guy, who was called 'Hidden Baldy' by Menchi.

It was also interesting. Ever since Haru used the code name of 'Ninja' to become a golden signboard in the assassin world, almost most people thought that Haru's true identity must be the descendants of the hidden sects that were still alive. After all, ancient professions like ninjas had actually been eliminated a long time ago. Even if there were still people who were passed on, they were only two or three big kittens. It was not a big deal.

Therefore, many ninjas, actually regarded Haru as their idol. They believed that the rise of the ninjas fell on him.

But in fact, he did not care at all!

Moreover, the ninjas in Haru's eyes were completely different from the ninjas in other people's impression!

They could not be mixed together at all, not to mention the rise of something.

Unless this world could be used to replace chakra release ninjutsu.

But thinking about it with his butt, it was simply impossible!

Even if Haru wanted to use ninjutsu, he had to pay the price to use the ability of [World Projection].

This kind of golden finger could not be distributed to others, so Haru never thought of borrowing the ninja power of this world, and never dealt with these people.

Probably. You don't like it!

After all, you can't even spit out a bold fireball technique, how can you be called a ninja?

(Guy: "Maito Guy warning! I will give you another chance to reorganize your language!")

At the same time, Gon Freecss and his group, who had wasted a lot of time, finally came to the last confrontation.

The person who appeared was Killua, and his opponent was a dismembered murderer, who was sentenced to 968 years of 'unions'.

Some sleepy Haru yawned and forced some spirit to see if his stupid brother had been lazy recently.

And in the picture, Killua also had the same expression, yawned and forced himself to be spirited.