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"Miss Hunter, I have a question about the Senior Hunt Contest!"
"What is it?"
She wasn't surprised by the kid's curiosity, since the Senior Hunt Contest was the most prestigious hunter contest. Only the most elite hunters were invited, as well as busy doctors, celebrity artists, businessmen with dubious backgrounds, and military officers who everyone thought was dead.
"How come all the hunter contests are timed? The hunters don't even get two minutes most of the time, so they have to dash everywhere!"
"That's because we hunters have to kill our prey quickly." She put on a reassuring, professional smile. "On a mission, every second counts. If we take too long killing a Wanderer, someone could get hurt."
"But it also counts the time to get to the start marker. The Wanderers haven't even shown up yet."
She sighed. Fuck PR. "That's to make us pay to upgrade our gear."