Second Exam: Part 1

Killua and Stasy were waiting along with the other examinees at a large department house that had strange sounds coming from it. Satotz had said this was the place for the Second Exam, and now they were waiting for the door to the building to open.

"Ah! Gon!" Killua looked to his side, and sure enough, the little boy in green was running along with his blonde-haired friend.

The two ran to meet up with their young friend, Killua with a look of relief, and Stasy with a look of "I told you so."

"So you did acutally get here," Killua stated the obvious. "How'd you do it?"

"Umm...I followed Leorio's cologne," Gon answered sheepishly. "It has a distinctive scent, that I can smell from a mile away."

"Are you a dog or something?" Killua mumbled.

"So how come you guys can't get in?" Gon asked.

"That's why," Stasy answered him, pointing to the sign above the door that said Second Exam Begins At Noon.

"As for the critter making that racket," Killua spoke up, picking at his ear with his pinky, lazily. "It's anyone's guess."

"So, we wait," Stasy finalized the topic, and they stared at the clock above the sign.

The eminse double doors swung inward with a loud creak, and the source of the growling was revealed. The first noticeable thing was the humongous giant, sitting on his rear, behind a a small couch that housed a petite girl with pink hair in many ponytails. She wore skimpy short shorts, boots and a net shirt that visibly revealed her bra. The gargantuan behind her wore a simple white T-shirt that could pass of as the sheet of a queen sized bed and beige shorts.He was developing a unibrow and his short black hair was messy.

"So, you hungry?" the young woman asked the giant.

"Hungry?" he replied with a snort. "I'm famished."

"Alright, applicants, listen up!" she shouted to the astonished crowd. "The Second Exam will be cooking! We're Gourmet Hunters, so this won't be some walk in the park."

"COOKING?!" the crowd gasped.

"First, you'll make a dish for me..." the giant spoke.

"...and if Buhara passes your effort, then you get to make a dish for me," the petite girl finished. "To pass this exam you'll have to satisfy both our palates! The testing period ends when both of us are full."

Everyone looked at each other, their anxiety rising. Most of them have never cooked in their lives.

"My dish of choice is..." Buhara spoke suspensfully. "...WHOLE ROAST PIG!!" He spoke through glittering eyes. "Any pig will do."

"Ready?" the pink-haired girl asked the crowd. "Then get cooking!"

The examinees rushed out into the trees, searching for a pig to cook. Soon, the two Examiners were left alone.

"Any pig?" the chick chuckled. "That was mean. There's only one kind of pig in the Visca Forest. the world's most ferocious pig: the great stamp! They're short-tempered, vicious little bulldozers. If anyone's too slow, they'll be flattened in a heart beat."

Stasy and Gon ran through the trees, chased by three enormous pigs, twice their size. They had huge snouts that puffed out an angry steam. The two kids looked at each other with a smirk, nodding. "One...Two...THREE!" They skidded, turning in their tracks, and then leapt up over the astonished pigs. Gon smacked the forehead of one of them, while Stasy drop-kicked the swine in the head. Both pigs fell over, unconcious. The two children turned towards each other and high-fived. "Alright!"

As they returned to the proctors, there was already a growing crowd of roast pig. Buhara swallowed each of them down easily. The petite, pink-haired woman thwacked a never seen before gong with a mallet, and the sound rang through out the forest. "That's it," she announced the end of the first phase.

"Wow, seventy roast pigs," Stasy gaped.

"This guy ain't human," an examinee beside her's mouth hung open, also.

"Hunters are amazing, huh?" Gon was awed also.

"In a way..." Killua stuttered.

From afar, in a tree up ahead, Satotz watched the pool of hunters-to-be, his face undiscernable. 'Seventy pass. Not bad at all. Menchi's up next. And she's very hard to please. She's one of the world's most renowned chefs, and her contributions to culinary culture has earned her the title of a Single-star Hunter.'

"Be aware," Menchi spoke up, "that unlike my friend, Buhara, over here, I can be a very harsh critic."