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“He gets bigger when I screech!”
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3rd Person POV
Once the weeks were over, those who passed gathered back at the meeting spot to prepare and make their way to the final phase. The same lady from the boat that took us here began marking off and checking the points of the participants. She was shocked to see D/n, a mere child, managed to pass or even make it into the hunter exam.
“HAHAHAH, 8 of the 11 who have passed are rookies? MARVELOUS MARVELOUS!!”
The charman chuckled, sitting in an airship with the other examiners.
“Has that ever happened before?”
“Well, there has been a trend lately. We sometimes go several years without a single rookie qualifying, and then out of nowhere we have a whole bunch of promising newbies apply!”
“By the way sir, what will we be doing for the final phase?” Satotz asks Netero.
“Yeah that’s right, you haven’t told us what you have planned yet,” Buhara butts in.
“Ah yes, well about that…” Netero trails off, “They’ll be participating in a rather peculiar fight.”
{timeskip to when everyone else gets on the airship cus I’m lazy}
The chairman then began calling applicants into a room to ask a few questions.
“Attention all aplicants, the chairman wishes to interveiw you. When you hear your number, come to the reception room on the second floor. We’ll start with number 44, Hisoka. Thank you for your cooperation.”
Some time went by as D/n was dancing around a room on the airship, her mother sitting and watching her.
“I can’t wait to go home and get you fixed up Mr Hopps!~” D/n sang while swinging the disguised demon around.
“D/n, mind telling me more about Mr Hopps?” Y/n asked, motioning for the girl to come sit with her.
She ran over and plopped herself down next to Y/n.
“Oh yeah!! Mr Hopps turns into this big monster and then he gets rid of the bad people!”
“Well yes, but how exactly does he….work? Like how does he know when you’re in trouble?”
“He gets bigger when I screech.”
Screaming huh? If this is what I think it is then D/n may be a manipulator…. Y/n thought.
“Applicant 375, Y/n. Please make your way to the reception room,” Bean announced though the intercom.
“I guess it’s my turn. D/n stay here ok?”
“Okay!”
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AAA TIHS FEELS RUSHED BUT I NEEDED TO PUBLISH SOMETHINGSIOJFSHKFSOIFSPJ I promise the next chapter will be longer </3
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