The two of them had survived this far. It was very that they would eventually face each other.
Milo knew it, Gon could feel it.
But Gon wasn't interested in whatever game Milo was trying to play.
He frowned, his expression cool and unimpressed, making it clear that he wasn't going to be baited.
If Milo was trying to get into his head, he was wasting his time.
Gon would fight if he had to, when the time came. But until then, his focus was elsewhere.
He needed to get more points, more experience and more strength.
That was all that mattered now.
****
As the tournament came to a close, Gon made his way back to his room, his steps steady but heavy with exhaustion.
The noise of the arena faded behind him, replaced by the quiet hum of the hallway.
His body ached, his limbs felt weighed down, and his mind buzzed with everything that had happened that day.
But right now, there was only one thing he wanted,a bath.
