I thought long and hard. I needed to start fresh, to do this from scratch. I want to try something new, and more focused and precise. Way fewer OCs… Also, no more trying to branch out to go on who knows how many avenues I tried to reach last time.

Also, before I start, I really want to thank AngelFaux for helping push me to continue writing, even if it was a little at a time.

Having my brain picked apart, forced to genuinely think about the direction and situations, the possibilities of what could go wrong has massively helped me think about how I want to write this story.

I hope there's a major improvement compared to my older stories. Please leave a review and let me know how I'm doing.

A pair of hands found themselves fumbling, a thumb running unconsciously along the scar adorning his right knuckle. It was a distant memory; one he couldn't honestly recall…

The words…

The fear he felt during that time.

It's surprising what a mixture of boredom and no clear goals to complete, can dredge up in times like these. Especially, when one was alone, with nobody specifically to talk to in a market brimming with life and background chatter.

He was supposed to meet someone, but one delay later and having been forced to listen to constant casual gossip from the bustling competition from his surroundings, he was left in a rather awkward predicament.

He needed to kill time…

Blue eyes landed on a stall, seeing kids, well, at least kids younger than him moving about. They were bustling, bouncing from location to location. He didn't know them… nor was he about to attempt to connect with peers around his age. So, instead, he drew his eyes to another stall, watching time slowly tick by.

He'll be fourteen next month. He was here on official business, hired for a job via his father. After all, he needed to be hunting for something… a Pro-Hunter, as his father states should be on the prowl for something. It doesn't have to be a specific goal; it can be absolutely anything…

Fortunately for him, this job is within his field of expertise, or at least an area he could excel at…

He was part of one of the many Greed Island task forces, with his main goal being either to collect cards or gather information on them. Right now, he was in the process of trying to find specific spawn points. Certain cards need groups, and he wasn't about to team up with a bunch of random strangers that may backstab him for the card later.

Nor was he about to team up with Tsezgerra specifically. It's not that he wanted to remain alone in his endeavours, the uniform he and that man's party members wore didn't exactly suit him. He liked dressing smart casual, like a polo shirt with some khakis or chinos.

His shoes didn't exactly work with his aesthetic, especially when it was a mix of red, black, and white trimmings, coming off as something you would see tennis players wearing, rather than someone out for a casual stroll in a marketplace.

Not that any of it matter when it came to dictating how good he was at his job. He just likes to wear comfortable clothes… not a mechanic jumpsuit… or whatever Tsezgerra and his team wore.

He's currently earning a decent living, but it's not as eye-catching as he would have hoped. But then again… he's mainly in data collection. It's hardly the type of work that's considered invigorating.

The teen once more found themselves checking their phone. The last text they received was well over ten minutes ago. It hadn't even been read. He might as well explore shops and stalls, and see if anything is interesting or eye-catching.

Each step was slow and tedious, making sure he was maximising his time usage. He stopped at a random stall, finding himself looking down. At first, he thought it was a trick of his eyes, a glint being reflected off metal from sunlight as he walked by.

It was none of that exaggerated. There was a peculiar blade, a small elaborately designed knife. Leaning down he saw a list of names, the last offer being by a name he couldn't quite pinpoint the origin of…

Gon…

It was certainly an odd name choice, but he had no desire to judge someone he wouldn't be meeting. Still like them, he was drawn to a blade that oozed aura. For what reason, he had no idea. There were no distinct markings he recognised. But it was special to some degree… maybe a master weaponsmith crafted this blade?

It would make sense… given the talent that went into it. Perhaps he should make a bid… see if he can win it by chance.

Knowing the rules of the silent market, he crossed off the last name, adding one-hundred Jenny on top of the previous offer. If he wins, he wins… otherwise, apart from being eye-catching, it wasn't something he wanted to desperately win.

Sure, the item is intriguing enough to warrant an unknown story, but it doesn't hold the kind of allure, or sway that he's specifically drawn to. He was looking for something more… an adventure of sorts, one that will intrigue him… give him purpose.

Right now, with his current job, he's stuck in a rut.

One of the most difficult games, which has remained uncompleted for a little over a decade…

There are a decent number of cards that have remained undiscovered, with no clear direction on how to trigger the quest line. He knows where to trigger it, just not how to activate the said quest. Maybe he can try a couple of methods, and see if anything works… otherwise, he'd need assistance on other cards.

He checked his phone once more. Nothing new… He needs to leave time to get back to the game, or else he's going to lose a few precious cards that will catch a decent amount of Jenny, especially one that has a rather annoying initial high-cost requirement.

All the Jenny he had on him, and his cards at the time…

He lost at least one S-rank card, Bandit's Blade, and a few A-rank cards, like Night Jade. Which is now virtually impossible to obtain, given that someone was monopolizing them.

The teen spent about an hour walking around, someone else already having obtained the knife. At least, someone other than Gon, it would seem. It seems the person only bid once… they must have been busy trying to win other items in the market.

Although… he couldn't think of a reason why anyone would bid on such a knife. Then again, he wasn't one to argue, since he had also made a bid on that knife, he was actively judging others for.

Although, his bid was more out of curiosity, then a need to win it.

Still having nothing to do, he walked into a nearby shop perusing the wall of antiques, eyes drawn to nowhere in particular. It was mainly junk, stylistic no doubt… but junk to him nonetheless. He heard a chime from the door, another customer had walked into the shop.

He was about to leave when he got a buzz from his phone. Eyes fell onto the text "Another hour, huh…" Shifting his stance he moved towards the door, briefly passing by the counter. There were two younger boys by the counter, one smiling wider than the other.

It seems that they were discussing, or at least trying to broker some sort of deal. It wasn't any of his concern, that was until he heard a, however. He stopped in his tracks. While pretending to peruse something on a shelf, he listened intently to the conversation.

"This one isn't worth much, unfortunately." The boy looked over, over his shoulder, only able to catch a glimpse of the back of it. It was made from some type of wood… but he didn't exactly know what it was meant to be. So, he continued to listen, "The box and statue are from different periods. The box was made recently. The statue is rough and doesn't adhere to any theme. I'd say it's only worth 1,500 Jenny."

Wasn't art considered subjective… The boy thought about it, given how others tended to think about an art piece on display. Ugly, pretty, a story… fear, from one person to the next, the meaning could absolutely change to mean anything.

Even that blade could've been considered art to someone else. A deadly type… but art nonetheless.

The merchant continued "However, that would be its appraisal as an artwork. The wood itself is quite valuable. So, I'll make you an offer. If you sell me the painting and doll for 420,000 Jenny, I'll buy the wood for 80,000."

Something sounded fishy about the deal… "I would take your offer elsewhere, boys."

"~"

The merchant's reaction made Killua's eyes drift, turning to the person behind them. Eyes fell on a young boy, at least within the same age range as them. He might be older after taking a second glance. He was holding a small golden vase in one hand, while his eyes were drawn towards them, rather than what was being held.

Blue eyes held a sense of doubt, the auburn hair combed back in a kind of pompadour style, while still being different to what Killua has usually seen. It's combed back like his hair was made to look longer, but it was definitely, on the shorter side, much like the sides of his hairline. It wasn't completely removed, just much shorter than what was on the top of his head.

"I can't vouch for the 420,000 Jenny deal, but he's definitely, hiding something about the statue."

"I'm not hiding anything; the wood is honestly worth-"

"It's your intent." As the merchant's smile twisted into a frown, the boy put the vase back. He moved closer, now standing a meter away from the two younger boys. His concerns weren't with the boys, at least not on a personal level. It was how the man was planning to rip off the two, that irked him.

He doesn't believe they were dumb, they, much like himself didn't seem to know what the true worth of the statue was. The question was how does he probe the man into giving away those details unconsciously, "It's not the wood itself, but rather the statue."

"And you're basing this on… since you haven't said anything about the statue itself, what?"

"Experience…" The teen smiled innocently, "No clue what it is, but that statue must be rare for you to fib about the wood's value." Having earned a quick reaction of disgust, his suspicions were confirmed. Though seeing as both boys were still looking at him when it happened, they didn't see it "If it were me in this position, I'd take that offer elsewhere, see what others have to say about the statue's true value."

Killua crossed his arms, something about the teen was off-putting. It wasn't the way he was carrying himself, but rather what he couldn't see. Behind his façade of presumptuousness, there was definitely, a hint of hidden knowledge within his words. There was no evidence, at least from a first impression standpoint, but the older boy was certainly, hiding something.

Out of instinct, Killua viewed the boy with Gyo. I thought so… It looked as though his initial assumption was correct. I had a sneaking suspicion that he wasn't a normal kid… A faint line of aura surrounded the teen, a little bit hidden, or at least trying to be hidden… but it was still something noticeable.

The auburn-haired boy was a Nen user.

Having felt an intense gaze being directed towards him, the teen's eyes fell on the white-haired kid. Had he felt a hint of aura, or was the boy's gaze so intense, it felt like it? The boy peered at the other, watching a thin line of aura shift and flow around the white-haired boy. A Nen user, eh… Shifting his stance, eyes bore holes into the younger boy, now glaring at the kid. What are you searching for exactly…?

He's aware of Nen… Killua wasn't too shocked to see his eyes on him. He already knew he was hiding something, and it looks like they've caught on that he was also a Nen user. However, it didn't look like they were about to test his skill level, not when there were others in the room.

While it was safe to assume he didn't seem to think Gon was also a Nen user, the fact that the merchant wasn't reacting to either of them observing the other, means that the guy attempting to test him here and now, couldn't be dangerous.

Killua leaned over to his best friend, voice coming out in a hushed whisper "Gon, he's not a normal kid."

"Ehh?"

The loud exclaim that came from the boy in green drew the teen's attention. What exactly, had the other whispered to him that garnered a surprised response? Was the black-haired kid also a Nen user, or had the white-haired kid unconsciously discover something about him… something he gave away unknowingly.

He raised an eyebrow in concern. Should he be worried, or was the statement said to the black-haired boy, was nothing to worry about? Even still, it was something about him, a secret they were now sharing "What?"

"Nothing, just remarking about your weird hairdo."

Lips pursed into a thin line, "Says the kid with bed hair…" He then held up a hand, gesturing to the other, "and the one who looks like he jelled his hair into spear tips." The white-haired kid was offended, but the other clearly, did not seem to care about the comment "It's a mullet by the way. A common hairstyle from where I was born…"

"Huh…" Killua uncrossed his arms, "Who are you exactly?"

"I thought it was common courtesy to introduce yourself before asking someone's name." The teen smirked, eyes still on the white-haired kid.

"Not when he's butting into someone else's conversation." A mental storm brewed between them, a spark bouncing back and forth from their silent argument. Neither one was talking, but from a second glance, one could certainly tell, that they were arguing without words, with a simple staring match.

Gon held up his hands out of defence, wanting to end the glares between Killua and a stranger that was clearly, offering them advice. Even though aspects of his tone did come off as rude and condescending to a certain degree, he was still trying to assist them "My name is Gon…"

As the teen's expression lightened, drawn out of the staring match, Killua found himself still annoyed with the situation "You don't just casually introduce yourself!"

Gon ignored his friend's comment, instead opting to gesture to his friend's side, "This is my friend Killua."

"Raphael…" Ah, that sounds like the name I saw written down earlier… never expected to run into them.

Killua's frown deepened. Why did Gon have to say their name first, when it was obvious, Raphael should've been the first one to introduce himself? He was the one butting into the deal, saying that it was a bad deal, without offering any actual reasons as to why it's bad, other than the merchant is being shifty.

Yeah, he picked up on the guy's unusual reaction to the statue. Like, how he was willing to offer a huge markup because of the wood's value when compared to the original deal which was based on the art piece itself.

But Raphael wasn't exactly doing them any favours by telling them that the statue is rare, and to go elsewhere with that knowledge. They might only get a small boost in their total value, which while it's great is good… but that doesn't give a clear indication of how much it was exactly worth. They'll still be getting ripped off in the end.

That, and it definitely, looked like he wasn't about to offer walking around with them, trying to haggle a better deal on their behalf… not that he seems to know what a better deal would be, anyways.

"And here I thought I might have to stop the deal." The four shifted their gaze to a different man, thick eyebrows adorning his face.

If Killua thought Raphael was smug, this man not only brought the cake… but he was eating it in front of them. On a mere introduction, this guy is butting into their conversation. However, unlike Raphael, it seems like he has an actual idea of what is not only going on… how much that statue is worth.

The man held his finger out to the statue, "The kid is right about the terrible deal with the statue. Although, in terms of the other two, that's a fair price…"

"A-Again, how am I lying about the wood value…?"

"Oh really…" The man stepped forward; Raphael was forced to move off to the side, involved in a conversation he clearly shouldn't be in any longer, on the account of someone with actual knowledge about the statue had gotten themselves involved.

The question was how did he get himself out of the discussion?

He was about to interject, dismiss himself from the conversation entirely… but the man just kept going, "No collector would pay 80,000 for that wood. You just want… what's in the statue!"

Raphael twisted his head back towards the statue. What exactly was in that statue, that would make him want to lie about the price of the wood's worth? Had he not stepped in, had the merchant planned on excusing himself to pretend to value the cost of the wood… when in fact, he was planning to bust open the statue?

"It's a wooden trove."

Raphael heard an echo, like a couple of parrots repeating the words for the first time. He didn't know what a wooden trove is, but repeating it like the word held the answer is kind of a pointless act. Sure, he had done it before, in the past, but unless the name doesn't give a hint as to what it is, or it's a difficult word he's hearing for the first time…

He's not going to repeat it.

"Yup. Over three hundred years ago, these were a popular way for the wealthy to hide their money. If it's real, there should be valuables inside."

The three were shocked by the revelation. The question was how much could something so small hide, that could make itself effectively worth more than 80,000 Jenny? Rings, gold, jewels… what could make it worth more?

"Had you not been stopped and left stunned, you were planning to go into the back and pop it open. If there were riches inside, you'd keep them… seal the statue back up and buy it for 80,000 Jenny. With those new riches, you'll make back a decent chunk you originally brought it for, from the riches you stole. However, if there was nothing inside… you'd probably lie and make up some excuse about the wood being damaged or rotten, to get out of the deal so you don't lose any Jenny from a dud."

"H-How dare you accuse me of such an act!"

"Wait a second…" Out from the back, came another. The man, most likely the shop owner, sighed loudly from the argument ensuing from within the shop. One of his assistants were being put on the spot and unless he personally, dealt with the issue, it sounds like the person accusing them of robbery was planning on drawing in a crowd to make the situation rather difficult.

However, there was also a possibility knowing what it is, he was planning on saving the kids, just so he could have a reason to steal the contents or at least make a huge chunk of the earnings as a reward or gift, for assisting them in this cause.

The kids were going to get scammed if that was the case. But given that this was his store, he not only needed to defend his co-worker, but he also needed to find a way to get this man to crack under pressure and leave the boys alone so that they, could win by default.

The boys may not be aware of their ploy, but given that they brought these items in without double-checking with their parents, means they were at fault… not them.

Plus, who even sends their kids to sell valuables?

But to be fair to them, they were gambling also. It looks legitimate, but it could be a perfect counterfeit. So, if his co-worker was unable to correctly identify that the treasure was still inside, they'd be buying it for 80,000, only to crack it open and find nothing inside… they are going to lose Jenny in the transaction.

He wouldn't under any circumstances allow his co-worker to go back on a deal in this situation.

So, if he was planning to crack it open, to check and see if there was anything inside, only to find nothing… he wasn't going to let him turn around and make up some excuse for why his backing out of the deal.

"Can you prove that this is a genuine wooden trove?"

"Huh…?"

The shop owner stepped forward, looking over the wooden trove, "While it's true the wood is about 300 years old, that would be an assumption based on only its material age. The statue could be modern." Looking down, he smirked towards the two younger boys, "This technique is known as hoodwinking, boys."

When he looked up at the man, the other young boy off to the side, wasn't exactly persuaded. He'd take a lot more convincing than just a term to describe a replication method of an older method of creation. The look and feel of creation, without its inner mechanisms, nor the reason for its creation.

"What exactly makes this a technique?" Raphael objected, not entirely convinced of the situation. Either both men are lying for selfish reasons, or one of them is making up excuses for a bad deal about to go wrong.

The bushy-eyebrowed man coming to the defence of the boys explained, "He's referring to a counterfeiter trying to trick a professional appraiser." Shifting his gaze back to the man questioning his motives, he held firm to his reasoning behind his original guess, "I have no reason to lie about what's inside."

The man stepped forward, pressing a finger against the top, "You see this…" He continued to run his finger across the end towards the back of the trove, "Here's a seam, an amateur would never recognise. The seam contains an adhesive used back in that period."

"So… you continue to insist that this is the real deal?" The man's expression grew wild, twisted into a smirk as though he knew more than what he was letting on "What if you're wrong?" The man paused, now leaning slightly forward, gazing down at the man that refused to give up "It's possible, someone already knew what it is, opened it and swapped out its continents already, leaving behind a trove of trash… not treasure. Then, all they had to do was reassemble it, while making sure to leave behind the adhesive seam so it fools even those amateurs. You know what we'd call that…"

He looked back down towards the two kids, "We'd call it a dud. The method is called double-dipping, placing new adhesive on top of the old to create the illusion of the real deal… when in fact it's a dud." Moving his attention back to the man arguing in defence of the kids, he crossed his arms, "But of course… only an amateur would try that, right?"

The man wasn't impressed. While it's a tool that can be used to counterfeit wooden troves, it's not a likely scenario. It's basic enough, to not fool even an amateur in this type of situation.

The man continued, going on to explain a different method… one that would bamboozle even a professional "A true professional would melt the adhesive with a flame, then reseal it as though it hadn't been opened. This is done this way to make it appear as though the statue had never been tampered with. It's a welding method…"

Raphael decided to object. He could see it as a possibility, but if someone fanned the flames across the wood to melt away the adhesive, there would've been burn marks across the statue that would've be impossible to hide, "That would make no sense though…"

The shop owner behind the counter raised his head, confused about where he went wrong with his explanation. This kid should've been convinced via this method. It's not entirely impossible to steal the treasure and reseal via this method without issue.

"There would've been burn marks across the wood. No professional would be skilled enough to burn away the adhesive with such precision, to leave behind absolutely no evidence behind, even if it were a professional welding reseal."

"The kid is right." The bushy-eyebrow man followed, "Not just because of burn marks… there could have been other issues, like scarring, discolouration of the adhesive."

"Even pros have a hard time weighing those details. I can't trust you…" The owner finally stated. Even if that case were true, that it was an impossibility… there are other ways to crack open a trove and steal its contents.

"I am a pro appraiser! I swear by my eyes…" Bringing his hand down, he makes sure to hold the trove in place, to stop them from taking it, if they even attempt to do so, "This is a real wooden trove! I can guarantee it has never been opened… that the treasure from within was never stolen or swapped out!"

There was a genuine shock of surprise, something that Raphael took note of. The man coming to the defence of young boys was being honest, arguing that the trove contents were worth way more than what was being offered for the wood.

It was the briefest moment of hesitation, one that made Raphael believe the possibility. That there was treasure inside there…

Yet, even with the shock, even after being yelled at over the extent of a hidden cache of treasure standing between them, he wasn't giving up on the idea. He was prepared to try winning a losing argument "Okay, let's pretend for the sake of the argument that you're right about there being treasure inside it. What if…" The man's hand fell on the wooden trove, making sure to shove the Pro appraisal's hand off the artifact, "you're wrong in this situation, that it was opened and the contents inside were stolen in a matter that you couldn't have predicted. What would you do?"

There was silence between the two, neither one prepared to offer a deal right on the spot.

It seems like the pro appraiser was truly thinking about what kind of deal he was prepared to offer. It was most likely the kind of deal that ends up with the least amount of suffering.

At least, that's what Raphael would think to offer. Maybe a hit to their ego, an offer to pay out, or double the original deal to pay for their mistakes. At worst, the will to leave his field of expertise entirely…

The deal that came out, was the one he least expected "I'm willing to be your slave, for the rest of my life." There was no hesitation, just a genuine smile that could result in his life plans and goals being screwed over for the rest of his miserable life, if he were to guess wrong.

The two shared a moment of silence, the owner behind the counter eventually breaking out into a smile. Turning around, he clasped his co-worker's shoulder within a firm grip, a hand holding him in place, "You've lost the chance…"

As his co-worker's face fell, the owner raised his hand "I'll lend you a chisel and hammer."

Having returned, the man arguing on behalf of the boys took the tools with an eager smile, easily cracking through the wooden trove. Jewellery, gems, coins, and mementos spilled forth, some of it even accidentally landing on the floor in the process.

Raphael smirked; eyes turned away. At least he got to witness a moment of wonder, see something strange and unusual be the highlight of his day. As the boys' eyes glimmered from their newest riches, he was completely prepared to walk away from the situation, considering he was only there to witness an argument and strange situation befall two boys he had barely gotten to know.

He wasn't planning on giving a proper goodbye. He was going to leave without a word.

That was until Gon piped up, "Wait, where are you going?"

"Dunno…" Raphael turned to the boy in question, "I'm still waiting to meet up with someone."

"Oh, well… let's make it up to you."

Raphael raised an eyebrow "I didn't do anything… It was all this man, uh…?" He gestured to the unknown dude that had argued on behalf of the boys, who helped them keep the treasure within the treasure trove.

"Zephile…"

"Zephile was the one that helped explain what your hands had landed on." He then pointed at the split statue, the glimmering treasure a reminder of how rich they now are, "You got extra stuff to sell because of him… not me."

"He's right, you know…" Killua affirmed, Gon now shaking his head. Even if he hadn't done anything to win the argument, at least not to the degree Zephile had on their behalf, the teen still played a role in the situation "Raphael told us not to take the deal. Zephile-San may have helped us, but he interrupted the man first."

"Again, hardly a feat worth mentioning." Killua once more interjected, arms now crossed. His friend is being very adamant about some teen who showed up for an entire conversation, with barely any input or arguments for the span of the entire ordeal.

It was Zephile who lead the conversation to a conclusion where they're now richer, with more stuff to sell. What they have is definitely, worth more than 500,000 Jenny.

"Killua…" Gon found himself whining, "We should still do something. How about this…" Gon found himself pointing at the two, "We offer a reward to them."

Zephile smile widened, "I have the perfect reward then. Consider this a give and take… a twenty per cent cut for the treasures you sell. That should cover the cost of my assistance."

Killua's expression fell, mortified at the situation. They were still going to be scammed. Sure, it's only a percentage of the sale… but they couldn't opt out of the deal since his assistance had already come and gone by then.

Raphael held up a hand, "Yeah, nah… I'm not looking for a reward. I barely had any input in the matter…" He turned away, opting to walk towards the door, already outside before Gon could even protest.

Gon fumed, cheeks now puffed up in a comedic manner. He was being denied the chance to not only get to know someone else within their age that knew Nen, but it was someone who tried to go out of their way to help them… even if he had not much to offer in terms of assistance, "Zephile-San, Killua… wait here!"

Killua frowned as his friend left him with a stranger, the boy now turning to Zephile, "Twenty per cent is too much. How about we negotiate it…"

"Hmm…" Zephile thought about it for a second, "I'm open to ideas."

Killua thought about it for a moment, humming loudly at possible ideas to help them maximise their Jenny without cutting into their earnings, "How about a free lunch instead?"

"I guess, I could settle for that."

Killua was shocked at how easily it was to convince the man into a lesser deal. He just hopes that Gon, doesn't offer an overpriced deal to Raphael.

"~"

Gon ran after Raphael, the older boy barely having made it two shops down when he was forced to stop. He was upset to a degree, whether it was because of his lack of assistance, or because he was being chased down, Gon didn't exactly know.

But he needed to give the guy something for his brief action. So, Gon smiled brightly from behind Raphael, "You can't just leave like that…"

Raphael was frustrated, because someone he barely helped, he still thinks his assistance was worth more than a minor delay. That's all he felt he did… delay the situation long enough for Zephile to injected and come to their rescue, "Look, I know you think I helped… but honestly, I don't feel like I had. I barely-"

"At least let us buy you lunch…"

"Huh, what for?"

"Hmm…" Gon thought for a moment, his smile returning after a second "It's the least we can do… for the least you did for us."

There was a long awkward pause. Gon somehow managed to turn his words back on him. Somehow, Gon managed to make his assistance seem like it was worth a free lunch "Huh?"

"Yeah! If you don't want to accept a reward for assisting, how about a reward for just being there at the right time to interject? Plus, I want to be able to talk to you… to learn more about you. You don't look that much older than us. Also, you seem to know about Nen, so, maybe we can be friends somewhere down the line." Gon offered his hand out, wanting to shake the boy's hand on the deal being offered.

Raphael was unable to believe his situation. Either Gon was being foolish, or his genuine attitude about finding out more about him is just his way of being nice "Seriously…" Gon having brought up wanting to know more about him, did make him pause out of concern. He brought up Nen in a public setting.

Then again, the people surrounding them were so oblivious to the fact, Gon's easy-going nature made it seem like a non-issue.

"Yup!"

"You're not going to let this go… are you." Raphael sighed in defeat. He won't be able to get away from the kid, not without a real, legitimate reason.

"Nope!"

Raphael pulled out his phone, making sure to check the time. He still had some time to kill, so he might as well take his offer since it was bound to make time pass by faster "Alright. I accept your minimum offer…" Grasping Gon's hand, they shook on the deal.