His father's tall, lean frame was impossible to ignore, even from this distance.
He cut an imposing figure, his posture straight and commanding as he sat at the center of the royal box.
His long, jet-black ponytail shimmered under the bright sunlight, catching the light with every subtle movement, a dark contrast to the gleaming surroundings.
His presence seemed to draw the very attention of the arena, a quiet force that commanded respect.
Even from this far, Gon could feel his father's aura, a cold, calculating intensity that was impossible to ignore.
It wasn't just the way he carried himself, but the sheer weight of his reputation that seemed to radiate outward, pulling the eyes of everyone around him, whether they dared to meet his gaze or not.
Beside him, Gon's mother sat with a composure that was as graceful as it was effortless
She was a picture of elegance, her serene expression betraying no hint of tension or worry despite the chaos unfolding around them.
