First perspective, male protagonist Kurapika
As the only descendant of the Kuluta tribe, I have worked hard to find the eyes of my tribe.
When I was 17 years old, I met my childhood friend as an examiner for the hunter test.
I still remember the way he kissed me that day in full view of everyone.
What to do? A little embarrassed?
(This article will not be a trap. It's just that I still have one article that I haven't finished yet and I can't finish two of them. I will probably start writing this one when I finish the other one. I won't give up!!!)
Concept: an ordinary story