The race lasted 5 hours before reaching the exit of the tunnel. After 30 minutes, the tunnel doors closed. We could see the desperate look on some candidates' faces as they tried to run to qualify. When the doors closed, the examiner said, "Same rules, the test is not over yet." Then, without saying more, he turned and continued to run. This time, we followed him closely. We could barely see in the fog, with no desire to die here. We encountered several types of beasts and plants along the way, but my gaze and attention were focused on the examiner. Losing sight of him and staying in the fog was like killing a person in front of a policeman and saying, "It wasn't me."
To avoid getting lost, I did the strangest thing between brothers: holding hands to avoid getting lost. Like children, running for 5 hours hadn't exhausted any of us. Umori, who specialized in strength and power, had a bit of sweat, but Imori, who was into speed and endurance, showed no signs of weakness. As for me, what can I say? I am versatile, so hardly affected. After an hour, we came out of the fog. We were on a grassy plain where the examiner had stopped. He was watching those who were coming out to judge their level. After 30 minutes, he said, "Congratulations, you have completed the first part of the exam." Some were happy, others were exhausted, while some remained indifferent. Barely 5 minutes later, other candidates emerged, happy to have succeeded. Their hope vanished immediately when the examiner said, "Failed. Come back next year."
The angry candidates were unwilling to give up. They had clearly reached the destination. "By what right can you eliminate us? We clearly managed to reach you, don't play with us!" They drew their weapons, ready to challenge the examiner's authority, who, without expression, said, "Although you have reached the destination, you took too long. You have failed." The losers were furious to learn that their loss was only by 5 minutes. In anger, some of them used their means to attack the examiner, who knocked them out, then looked at the rest of the candidates who got scared and dropped their weapons, while a certain clown slowly started to build up pressure.
The examiner said, "My role is finished. You just have to reach the lake you see over there. Your second test will begin." The candidates looked in the direction indicated by the examiner and started to walk. The examiner received a call. After seeing the name, he sighed and picked up.
Netero: "Hohoo, how are the candidates this year?"
Sato: "President, good morning. The candidates in general are just weak. There are only 2 Nen users, but there are young talents. I would say that, depending on the final exam, there will be a maximum of 7 successes. Out of 387 candidates, 162 remain after the first test. Even if we lower our standards, they are mostly all eliminated in the end. The number of Hunters who die is increasing while the number of new Hunters is decreasing."
Netero: "I see, I see. After the second test, I will make a selective screening. Hohoho, goodbye."
Sato, heading towards the second test: "They are getting weaker every year, except for the 3 brothers, the clown, the young Nen user, number 27 who gives off a poison scent, and that samurai. The others are mostly just background figures."