Hunter X Hunter, Reborn as a Kuruta Tribesmen

Although Gon wanted to ask more questions, he hesitated, deciding to keep his word. He had already asked one question, and the stranger wasn't obligated to answer a second.

Tearing off a piece of fishing line from his rod, Gon handed it to Rocky. As he did, he looked up and asked, "Can I ask you another question?"

Rocky chuckled softly, his demeanor calm. "Hehe. Alright, I'll answer one question for you the next time we meet."

Gon was about to ask if Rocky intended to leave before their next meeting, but before the words left his lips, Rocky had already disappeared. The space around him shimmered with countless crystalline fragments, and in the blink of an eye, a white shadow shot into the sky.

It vanished in an instant, leaving Gon standing there, reaching out toward the empty air, helpless to do anything but watch the direction of his departure.

*'Aunt Mito said this man might be Ging's son... Is it true?'*

If Rocky had known what Gon was thinking, he would have been dumbfounded. How had he suddenly become Ging's son?

High above, Rocky hovered briefly, gripping the Flying King's Bow. With one hand holding the bow steady, he pulled the string back with his other hand, conjuring a brilliant white arrow infused with Nen.

"Guiding Arrow... Go!"

The arrow flew forward, a streak of radiant light carving through the sky. Moments later, the arrow curved back, streaking past Rocky and speeding toward its intended target.

Though the Guiding Arrow disappeared from sight, Rocky could still sense its presence, a faint tug pulling him in the right direction.

Summoning his four phantom swords, Rocky shifted into his phantom state, his form glowing faintly as he followed the arrow's path.

It didn't take long for him to catch up. A white streak flashed through the heavens as Whale Island shrank into a tiny black dot behind him, barely visible in the distance.

Less than ten seconds later, Rocky spotted land on the horizon. He reached out, grasping the Guiding Arrow mid-flight before descending to the ground.

As he landed, the arrow—originally formed from Nen—began crystallizing in his hand. It transformed into a solid, compact state, its size manageable for easy storage.

Rocky frowned, studying the crystal. "A hidden ability?" he mused aloud. "Convenient for carrying, but is there more to it?"

Experimentally, he released the crystal, and it shattered into fragments before merging with the phantom swords that orbited him. Amazingly, the guiding ability still functioned, directing him toward Ging's location.

"This makes things much easier," Rocky muttered.

He stopped in a small town to gather supplies, purchasing a backpack and stocking it with essentials—food, water, and a compact engineer's shovel. Pulling a large white cloak over himself, Rocky ensured his body was fully concealed before stepping into the open.

In a flash, he activated **Floating Shadow** and disappeared into the sky, a faint white light blending into the clouds above.

Rocky's journey took him over vast mountain ranges and across multiple countries. The speed of his flight was incredible, covering distances that would have taken weeks to traverse on foot in mere hours.

As he soared, an airship appeared on the horizon, its massive frame emblazoned with the unmistakable logo of the **Hunter Association**.

Rocky's eyes narrowed as he passed the airship, noticing a figure gazing out through one of its windows. For a brief moment, their eyes met.

It was Netero—the president of the Hunter Association.

Rocky's breath caught, but he didn't stop. There was no reason to engage. He pressed on, leaving the airship behind as a white streak in the distance.

Inside the airship, Netero sipped his tea, a playful smile on his lips. "Ah, the young ones these days... truly remarkable."

He chuckled, his gaze lingering on the fading light of Rocky's flight. "Twelve... maybe younger. They grow stronger with each generation."

Satisfied, Netero leaned back, his smile widening. "At least he doesn't seem like a child with malicious intent. That's a relief."

Meanwhile, Rocky continued his journey, pausing occasionally to rest and replenish his Nen. Each flight pushed his limits, his endurance gradually improving. By his third flight, he could maintain his phantom state for nearly three hours, a significant leap in stamina.

The Guiding Arrow's direction began to shift as Rocky crossed an entire continent, signaling that Ging's location was near. However, cracks appeared in the crystalized arrow, its structure weakening with each step closer to its target.

Eventually, the Guiding Arrow shattered completely, dissolving into a shower of crystalline fragments. Rocky found himself in a remote mountain range, surrounded by rugged peaks and untouched wilderness.

In front of him loomed a cave, its entrance flanked by remnants of a small campsite. Judging by the setup, it had only been used by one or two people.

Rocky entered cautiously, his senses on high alert. Near the entrance, he noticed an eroded stone statue, its features weathered but faintly recognizable.

As he ventured deeper, the air grew cooler, and the path narrowed. Finally, he turned a corner and froze.

The cave opened into a vast, cathedral-like space, its walls carved with intricate patterns and lit by the flicker of candlelight.

A sense of unease settled over Rocky. This wasn't just a hideout—it was a temple, meticulously excavated and imbued with a strange, ancient energy.

At the center of the chamber stood an altar, and though it was unoccupied, Rocky could feel an undeniable presence lingering in the air.

"This is it," he whispered, stepping forward.

Though Ging was nowhere in sight, the aura of his presence was unmistakable. Rocky had finally arrived at the threshold of his search.