Third Person POV (Gon's perspective):

"Kid, who taught you nen?"

Gon found the sound of this voice familiar, so he turned back. What he saw was a tall man strolling from the shadow of a nearby tree.

The man was wearing a brown beret with a long-sleeved white shirt. He also donned black pants and had long and silky hair. Its silvery-white color shone splendidly under the moonlight. This man was unusually slender, yet he gave off a grim feeling. His piercing gaze was akin to hawks. Furthermore, his big and sharp eyes, contrasted with the small size of his pupils.

One glance at the man would leave anyone frozen.

And as this man walked towards the young boy, the petrifying sensation he gave increased.

If it were anyone but Gon, they would have fled, especially after seeing the face of the man.

But Gon was crying, crying from happiness and relief. A broad grin plastered on his face like a weight lifted from his shoulders.

The Kite from this life was standing twenty feet away, alive and well.

Third Person POV (Kite's perspective):

"Why are you crying, Kid?" Kite stopped walking before he tried to reassure him. "I'm not a bad guy, don't be scared." He added.

"I know." The boy who was wiping his tears answered.

"Hm. How would you know that?" The man was taken aback by the response but asked with an amused expression.

"Because..."

"Because?" The man was perplexed.

"Nothing." The boy seemed to be conflicted.

The boy's behavior and answers left Kite confused.

He originally came to this island because he was looking for his master. It was where Ging grew up, so he was bound to have left clues. However, after two weeks of searching in vain, Kite was ready to pack up and leave.

Today, as he was trekking through the forest for one last time, He sensed an aura surging nearby.

Kite was encouraged as he thought that he would finally get some clue about Ging's whereabouts, but when Kite arrived, what he found was a child.

At first, he believed that he had gotten lost.

As experienced as he was, he couldn't relate that billow of nen with that child.

Dispirited, but not willing to waste more time, he was ready to leave. But then the boy started using nen, which completely floored Kite. That pressure came from the child.

His interest was piqued, so he stayed and watched the kid practice until the sunset.

Having watched this kid for hours, he understood best his freaky potential. The boy looked very young; he was at most 8 or 9.

But for some reason, the boy was on his guards and didn't want to answer his questions.

"So, how do you know about nen, kid?" Kite asked curiously.

"...My father left me some notes." The boy replied hesitatingly.

When Kite heard his answer, his face became magnificent. He stayed silent for several seconds and looked at the boy from head to toe. A light of realization flashed in his eyes.

"What's your father called, kid?" He asked expectantly.

"Ging Freecs." The boy replied calmly.

For a few moments, in the forest, the sound of the fluttering leaves was replaced by a pin drop silence.

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