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Chapter 60
🕑 Added 2024-11-28 16:04:03 +0000 UTCFor people from Meteor City, matters of love and affection are never prioritized, meaning they never hide their feelings. If they like someone, they express it; if they dislike someone, they make it clear.
Life in Meteor City is already tough—if they even had to suppress their emotions, what difference would there be between them and the walking dead?
Morin, of course, noticed Pakunoda’s growing feelings for him over time.
Especially with girls around fourteen or fifteen years old—often more mature than their peers—who are just beginning to experience the hormonal turbulence of adolescence.
Morin could vaguely sense Pakunoda’s thoughts, but he wasn’t ready to explore such matters.
How old was he again?
After drinking the Age Reduction Spring, he was now just thirteen.
Thirteen! That’s an age where it’s literally illegal! It’s the same for both boys and girls!
“Ah well, young people’s matters are always confusing to us older generations,” Biscuit said, waving her hands in mock exasperation. She sighed dramatically:
“After all, I’m already old. You kids, though—you’re in your prime. Youth is truly a wonderful thing.”
“Oh, really?” Morin shot her a sidelong glance. “Then maybe you should stop using my Age Reduction Spring and stick with your ‘dignified senior’ image.”
“W-wait, what?! How could you deny an elder’s heartfelt desire to reconnect with the younger generation and rediscover the world?! This is crushing my hopes! It’s cruel, I tell you—”
“Alright, alright!”
Morin rubbed his temples in exasperation.
Over the past six months, Biscuit had frequently requested the Age Reduction Spring to reverse her age.
Of course, she understood the importance of moderation and avoided overindulging. Each time she drank from the spring, she carefully adjusted her Nen and aura to harmonize with her younger body before consuming another dose.
Based on how many doses she had taken, she’d probably reduced her age to about thirty by now.
Yes, from a fifty-something “tofu wreck” to a stunning mature beauty in her thirties.
Though, with her muscular physique, she still retained the youthful appearance of a thirteen-year-old.
“Oh, by the way…”
Biscuit suddenly adopted a mischievous expression, as if she were up to no good.
“Other than little Pakunoda, I seem to recall you have another friend who loves money a lot, don’t you?”
“Her name’s Machi, right?”
She covered her mouth with one hand while nudging Morin with her elbow, winking playfully.
“Am I right?”
“…What are you even talking about?!”
“Oh, my! Look at you, young man! Who would’ve thought you’re such a playboy, huh? Quite the ladies’ man!”
“This is nonsense! We’re just teammates—companions!”
“Riiight…”
“...Could you be any nosier?”
“Is there even such a thing as a woman who isn’t nosy?” Biscuit retorted with her hands on her hips, looking completely unashamed. “If there is, I’m certainly not one of them!”
Morin stared at her with a look of utter despair.
“Alright, enough joking around.”
Biscuit’s expression instantly turned serious, showcasing her mastery of switching moods in a heartbeat.
No wonder people say a woman’s face can change as quickly as the weather.
Watching her, Morin silently grumbled to himself.
“There’s something important coming up,” Biscuit said, pulling a letter out of her coat sleeve.
“This year’s Hunter Exam is about to start. You know that, right?”
“I do,” Morin nodded.
The annual Hunter Exam is held on January 7th.
Today was January 3rd, leaving just four days until the event began.
“This year, quite a few professional Hunters are unavailable due to various commitments, leaving a shortage of examiners,” Biscuit said, waving the letter in her hand. Then she puffed out her chest proudly.
“So the chairman of the Hunter Association, Netero himself, wrote me a letter asking me to serve as an examiner for this year’s exam!”
“An examiner for the Hunter Exam, huh?”
Morin recalled that, in the original story, Biscuit had mentioned serving as an examiner once before and had always wanted to do it again.
“So, this is the one?”
He reached out, took the letter from Biscuit, and opened it.
“Biscuit, I’m counting on you to handle this year’s Hunter Exam,” it read.
At the bottom, there was a doodle of an old man sticking his tongue out and flashing a peace sign.
Yep, this quirky letter was undoubtedly Netero’s handiwork.
“Not bad.”
Morin nodded. “So you’re going to be an examiner. Does that mean I’ll be on my own for a while?”
“What are you talking about?” Biscuit asked, looking at him as if he’d just said something ridiculous.
“You’re coming with me, of course.”
“...What?”
“Of course!” Biscuit declared matter-of-factly. “As my apprentice, how could you not participate in the Hunter Exam and get yourself a Hunter License?”
“You’re my master. Isn’t blatantly cheating like this a bit… unethical?”
Biscuit waved dismissively. “Oh, who cares? In the Hunter Exam, as long as you pass, the methods don’t matter!”
