Morel had taken off with Netero and Knov days ago, leaving the task of defeating Killua and Gon within one month if you three wanted to join them in the NGL.

Knuckle stomps around the park, scowling. “They’re late!" He complains, breaking the silence.

“They’re not late,” Shoot says without looking at him. “We’re early.”

Shoot leaned against a tree, well, somewhat hid behind it. Not that he'd accept it. He’d barely spoken all evening.

You were there as an intermediary, just there to fix things if they go south. Your joining the NGL strictly depended on the two winning their fights.