This level of appetite stunned everyone present.
The masters of Ryōzanpaku couldn't stop their eyes from twitching.
Hayato Furinji spoke softly.
"This is truly unbelievable."
Sakaki was more direct.
"Is this guy a monster?"
If these masters ate freely, they could consume enough food for a dozen people, even twenty.
Eating a whole cow in a day wasn't impossible.
But seventy roasted whole pigs in one meal was still too much.
Hayato Furinji estimated that he could manage three.
Five would be his absolute limit.
Anything more, and he would be stuffed to death.
Compared to seventy, that gap was more than tenfold.
Hunters really weren't simple people.
Emiya didn't think the number was that exaggerated.
He had seen too many people who could eat.
Take Isshō beside him.
To maintain stamina and support training, his appetite far exceeded that of ordinary people.
Eating half a Sea King in one meal wasn't a big deal for him.
Seventy roasted whole pigs wouldn't be a problem.
Still, seventy pigs meant something else.
It meant only seventy examinees qualified in this round.
The remaining eighty or so were eliminated in one shot.
After that, Menchi announced the next dish she wanted.
"Sushi."
Hearing that, Sakaki clapped his hands.
"We're saved!"
He had eaten plenty of sushi before and knew how it was made.
If he focused, producing acceptable sushi shouldn't be difficult.
Immediately, countless gazes locked onto him.
Sakaki noticed and frowned slightly.
"Why is everyone looking at me?"
Emiya explained calmly.
"Because most people here don't even know what sushi is."
Sakaki froze, then understood.
Emiya continued, "Let's go find the ingredients first."
Sakaki nodded.
After leaving the exam venue, the other examinees followed closely.
They watched Emiya's group carefully, trying to see what ingredients they would gather.
"These guys are shameless," Sakaki said unhappily.
Even so, he didn't chase them away.
The people behind them weren't weak.
Some were no worse than him.
A few were even stronger.
Forcing them away would only get him hurt.
And he didn't want to cause trouble for Emiya.
"Don't worry about them," Emiya said.
"Even if they learn how to make sushi, they won't pass."
"That examiner isn't easy to deal with. She's extremely picky."
Isshō asked, "How many do you think will pass?"
"Including me," Emiya said calmly, "no one."
"No one?" Even Robin was surprised.
That sounded too extreme.
"Is that examiner really that willful?"
"Gourmet Hunters are obsessive about food," Emiya replied.
"And women are willful by nature. Zero passing is perfectly normal."
"So in your eyes, women are all willful?" Robin asked with a half-smile.
Sakaki grumbled, "Women are troublesome. Is she trying to stop us from passing on purpose?"
Robin looked at him with surprise and sympathy.
"You definitely don't have a girlfriend, do you?"
Emiya glanced at her.
"You're wrong. Sakaki has a fiancée. A beautiful blonde bombshell."
"And more importantly, she pursued him."
Robin looked unconvinced.
For a man like this to be chased by a woman, how blind would she have to be?
Sakaki flushed.
"Nonsense. Jennifer and I aren't like that."
Emiya chuckled.
"You think I believe that?"
They reached the river, caught fish, and returned to the venue.
The other examinees immediately understood what was happening.
They jumped into the river and started fishing as well.
Soon, everyone returned with ingredients.
Emiya's group prepared their sushi and presented it.
Just as expected, Menchi was dissatisfied.
"No. You pressed too hard. The rice is too firm."
"This one's wrong too. Your knife work is terrible."
"The shape is awful. Don't underestimate sushi, idiot."
"This one's bad as well. The texture is unacceptable."
Everyone failed.
Including Emiya.
To meet Menchi's standards, at minimum, students from Totsuki would be required.
Not just any students.
Only those qualified to enter the Totsuki Autumn Election.
As for the Ten Elites, they would pass easily.
But Emiya's group, rough fighters who rarely cooked, stood no chance.
Robin smiled.
"Just like you said. So what now?"
Emiya remained calm.
"There's nothing to do."
"We wait."
"Someone will come clean this up."
"Who?" Robin asked.
"The Chairman of the Hunter Association."
"Netero."
"The Chairman?" Sakaki asked curiously. "How strong is he?"
"If nothing unexpected happens," Emiya said,
"he should be the strongest Nen ability user in this world."
"And more importantly, he's an extremely powerful martial artist."
Hayato Furinji immediately became interested.
"How strong?"
Emiya thought for a moment.
"At forty-six, Netero felt his body and physical strength had reached their limits."
"He felt overwhelming gratitude for martial arts and began performing ten thousand gratitude-filled punches a day on a high mountain."
"At first, it took him eighteen hours."
"By the time he was over fifty, it only took one hour."
"By the way, he's one hundred and twenty years old now."
One hour meant sixty minutes.
Three thousand six hundred seconds.
Ten thousand punches in that time.
Roughly three punches per second.
And that was when he was fifty.
Even if he wasn't in his prime now, he was certainly far stronger than he had been then.
Three punches per second was not his limit.
Ten per second.
Possibly more.
Hayato Furinji's blood began to boil.
He suddenly wanted to meet this old man named Netero.
A duel between two old men.
Just martial arts.
Nen aside.
Half an hour later, the second phase of the Hunter Exam ended.
No one passed.
Even when the Hunter Association tried to negotiate, Menchi stood her ground.
Her judgment infuriated the examinees.
One rude examinee even attacked her, trying to force a change.
Before he could get close, Buhara slapped him.
The man flew more than ten meters, smashed through the glass wall, and was sent flying out.
Menchi didn't tolerate it.
She immediately drew two knives, ready to cut down the troublemakers.
Her intense reaction was likely due to Hisoka's released killing intent.
Last year, he had beaten an examiner he disliked.
This year, he was disqualified again.
So he stopped holding back and decided to attack Menchi as well.
Provoked by that killing intent, Menchi grew even more aggressive.
At that moment, Isshō suddenly looked up.
A powerful presence had entered his Observation Haki.
A monster.
Not inferior to him at all.
As for who would win, only a fight could decide.
"Someone's coming," he said.
"It should be Netero," Emiya replied.
Soon, an airship arrived.
The Hunter Association's logo was clearly visible.
The hatch opened.
An old man leaped down from dozens of meters in the air.
He landed lightly, bending his knees to absorb the impact.
The moment Hayato Furinji saw this, he knew.
This man was no ordinary martial artist.
A top-tier master.
He immediately released his fighting spirit.
Netero felt it and turned toward him.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
The blond old man before him wasn't a Nen user.
But he was a terrifying martial artist.
In Netero's long life, very few martial artists could compare.
That pure fighting spirit ignited his own battle hunger.
If the time and place were right, he would have challenged him immediately.
But there were priorities.
He walked toward Menchi.
Hayato Furinji understood as well.
This wasn't the moment.
He slowly withdrew his fighting spirit, returning to an ordinary old man.
Very few noticed this exchange.
Probably only Emiya's group.
A few examiners.
And Hisoka.
Along with the needle-wielding man.
Illumi.
Killua's older brother.
Even Gon, with his incredible intuition, didn't notice.
After Netero arrived, he spoke briefly with Menchi.
He persuaded her to add another test.
The airship transported all examinees to the edge of a massive canyon.
Their task was to retrieve Spider Eagle eggs.
To protect their eggs from land beasts, Spider Eagles used tough spider silk to suspend them between the canyon walls.
To obtain the eggs, one had to jump down.
Grab the spider silk.
Secure the eggs.
Then climb back up.
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