Blacklist Hunter.
Jin didn't like how that title sounded; it gave his job such a negative connotation. He preferred "bounty hunter", but that wasn't completely accurate either. He tried to think of something more descriptive and accurate, but just couldn't. He sighed. Blacklist Hunter it is.
He wasn't a pro hunter, having never got around to taking the exam. Potential clients were often skeptical about his abilities due to this fact, but he still proved his worth by never failing to complete a job. He was, however, interested in the information available on the Hunter site and the advanced access a license would give him. He had been fine at the beginning of his career, but now, with targets of higher and higher profile, it was almost impossible to complete them with only civilian authority (his last catch was only due to dumb luck, as he spent most of his time in a restricted area. Thank God that both Jin and the man frequented the same bookstore. It had been quite a mess).
He was going to head off to take the exam in two weeks, so Jin was already preparing. He was practicing on a heavy punching bag when a ding! sounded from his computer. He gazed at the screen. There was a message for him.
From: X
Subject: 100,000,000 Jenis
Under that was a picture of a large man, extremely tall and muscular. On the bottom of the picture Reinforcement was written, along with the charges: murder, arson, robbery. His last known location was there, plus his name: Rodimmo Janzi. The bounty wasn't huge, but it was nothing to sneeze at either.
Jin smirked and shook his head. He knew which of his clients it was. He had told him how cliché the pseudonym "X" was, but he never listened. He frowned somewhat when he saw the man's Nen type. While it was fun to take down Reinforcement-types, he was always concerned about their Hatsu.
No sense worrying about it, he thought. He grabbed his coat and went to his closet to pick out weapons. Despite the money he made from his job, he lived in a medium-sized apartment in Yorkshin. He grabbed his pair of bladed Tonfas (he'd taken them off a Reinforcement-type who had thought he was hot stuff) and grabbed his pistol (custom-made as part of a bounty agreement by a client).
No better way to get ready for the exam than to prepare for what comes after, he thought as he slipped out the door.