The first gate was 2 tons for one leaf, 4 tons for both.
The second gate was 4 tons for one leaf, 8 tons for both.
In the original version, because Gon's arm had been injured by Hanzo, he hadn't gotten the maximum benefit from the training.
But now, with no injuries at all, Gon had successfully reached the point where he could push open the second gate!
"I didn't expect you three to actually pull it off."
Off to the side, Zebro smacked his lips in amazement.
Back when the three of them had said they wanted to train here and push open the Gate of the Underworld, Zebro had thought it would be impossible without a long period of training.
But who would have thought these three brats would all manage to push open the first gate within just a month?
And that even younger kid, the one the same age as young master Killua, could actually push open the second gate!
It was truly unbelievable!
Just as he was thinking that, the phone in Zebro's hand rang.
…
After hanging up, Zebro said to the overjoyed Gon and the others, "Young Master Killua's confinement is just about over. You can go pick him up now."
"Really? That's great!"
The three of them became even happier. It was good news on top of good news.
Very soon, just like in the original story, they brought Killua back with them, and this time there was none of that nonsense about making things difficult under the excuse of living together.
After leaving Kukuroo Mountain, they began discussing what they would do next.
"I'm going to search for my clansmen's eyes," Kurapika said.
"So I should look for work as a bodyguard under some wealthy collector with a taste for human body parts. That way I can search for information about my clansmen's eyes."
"I see~ Then, Leorio, do you want to come with us to Heavens Arena?"
"Heavens Arena, huh? I really do want to go, but the medical school application period is about to start, so I need to work hard on my studies~"
…
Because there would be a grand auction in Yorknew City on September 1, the group agreed to meet again on September 1.
Gon and Killua waved goodbye to Leorio and Kurapika.
On the airship, Kurapika and Leorio stood together.
"I've always been curious. Why do you care so much about becoming a doctor? So much that you won't even go earn money at Heavens Arena."
Kurapika smiled as he asked.
"Well…" Leorio scratched his head. "I guess there's no harm in talking about it. It's like this. When I was little, I had a friend named Pietro…"
Now that he had obtained a Hunter License and learned Nen, Leorio finally had the confidence and the means to pursue his dream. Because of that, he had come to see the things from his past in a more open-minded way, and his whole outlook had grown broader.
While Gon and Killua were heading to Heavens Arena, achieving excellent results, and meeting Zushi and Wing, on the other side, during the days Roy had been training, somewhere in another direction on the Yorbian Continent—
There was a place where anything thrown away would be swallowed up.
Garbage, weapons, corpses, babies… anything the world discarded, the people there would take it all in.
That place was—
"Meteor City?"
At that moment, Ilo was walking along the outskirts of Meteor City, looking at the piles of garbage everywhere. Trucks were dumping more trash, while vultures circled overhead.
Based on the memories already in his mind, along with the information Roy had given him, Ilo had learned of Meteor City and the existence of the Phantom Troupe. So he had casually kidnapped a man in a suit, someone who went out with bodyguards and looked like he held a very high position.
The higher a person's status, the more they knew. Ilo understood that much.
At the same time, he also knew that the higher a person's status, the more afraid they were of death.
Ilo's thinking had been correct. The kidnapped man hadn't even waited for Ilo to ask any specific questions. Ilo had only briefly mentioned Meteor City and the Phantom Troupe, and the man had immediately spilled everything he knew like beans from a split sack.
After that, Ilo followed the location information he had obtained, taking a winding route, and had finally arrived at the outskirts of Meteor City on the Yorbian Continent.
…
"That's how it is. The Boss said that it's not just the 'idle ones'—every member has to gather in Yorknew City by August 31."
On top of a large rock on the outskirts of Meteor City, three strange people sat together discussing something.
One of them was a huge man with a massive build. His extremely long earlobes each had two ring-shaped earrings hanging from them, and his face was fierce, marked with many scars.
Beside him stood a young girl in black clothes, wearing a pair of round glasses with a vacant, innocent look on her face.
The words just now had come from that large man, directed at the person sitting in front of him—a strange figure wrapped all over in bandages like a mummy, with boxing gloves on both hands.
"So, Bonolenov, I've delivered the Boss's message. Next, I'm taking Shizuku to meet the other members of the Troupe."
The big man spoke in a low voice. The blank-looking girl beside him said nothing at all, merely staring quietly at the bizarre bandaged man before her.
"A new member?" the bandaged man asked in a muffled voice.
"Yeah. Number 8 got killed before, so the Boss specifically found her as a replacement. Her strength might be a little weaker, but her Nen ability is very special."
"Is that so?"
The bandaged man sounded noncommittal.
The two of them continued this brief back-and-forth.
"Um, sorry to interrupt. I happened to hear words like Boss, Number 8, and Troupe just now. Are you the Phantom Troupe by any chance?"
Suddenly, a polite voice rang out beside the three of them.
"Who's there?!"
The big man and the bandaged man both turned serious at once, then shot to their feet and assumed fighting stances.
The blank-faced girl also stood up, and in an instant, a strange vacuum cleaner appeared in her hand.
In Meteor City, no matter what happened, you weren't supposed to be surprised—especially when it came to things like picking fights or issuing challenges.
"My apologies. Did I disturb you? I don't mean anything by it. I just want to ask about the Troupe, that's all."
The two of them immediately looked toward the source of the voice. There, on top of what had been an empty rock just moments ago, crouched a young man in a black coat wearing a strange mask.
To appear silently so close to them without either of them noticing—this guy was definitely no weakling!
"Who are you? Why do you want to ask about the Phantom Troupe?"
(End of Chapter)
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