Voting

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In the meeting hall, a bandaged young man with wide eyes declares that knowing who voted for whom would make everything more entertaining. Angry voices erupt from the group of Zodiacs and committee members seated on the checkered floor, shouting why they must enter their names and calling the idea completely stupid. A close-up shows a furious face growling that this is exactly why he is the way he is. Ging Freecss stands calmly in the center wearing a head wrap and long robe, hands in pockets, as massive eyes loom behind him with the caption that he only thinks of his own entertainment. A round-faced man stares in shock and blurts out that the figure is Ging Freecss, the chairman of the election committee. Another panel shows a feathered-hair character reacting with surprise as someone mentions there is more and points to rule number five.

Committee members react with surprise and regret, one noting he thought too much of the rules themselves while another wishes she had written her own ideas down. A striped-suited man with spiky hair raises his hand and says they were only deciding how the voting would work, asking everyone to wait a moment. A large angry face growls that with this Ging can control the election as he pleases and that this is his true goal. Ging, now facing the group, suggests they decide on a chairman later. The striped-suited man concedes rules one through four. The entire group erupts in outrage, demanding if Ging is truly okay with the situation, while a small suited figure at the bottom sweats and thinks he is truly horrifying.

Two days ago, a tall modern building stands under a cloudy sky. Inside an office, a bald man in a suit bows slightly and says, "THANK YOU VERY MUCH." A voice replies, "NO, YOU WEREN'T NEARBY AT ALL..." Ging Freecss stands in the hallway with his back turned as another man in a robe approaches. "YOU'RE HERE SO EARLY... AND YOU'RE ACTUALLY HERE TOO! WHAT'S THE MATTER? MR. GING?" Ging answers, "I SAW THE VIDEO. I WAS IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD. YEAH." At a desk, Ging asks, "CAN YOU LEAVE THOSE TO THE MEETING ROOM'S PHONE AS WELL?" The bald man reacts with surprise, "WHAT?" Someone off-panel says, "THAT PEN AND NOTEPAD. SAY..." Ging questions, "...WHY DO YOU ASK?" The bald man replies, "YES. HOW ABOUT THIS SAME DUST BIN?" Ging confirms, "THAT'S OKAY THEN. THE SAME ITEMS SHOULD ALREADY BE THERE..."

Ging Freecss counts quietly, "FOUR... NO, EIGHT." The bald man in the suit looks shocked with question marks floating around him. In another room, the robed man hands Ging a paper and says, "WHAT DO YOU... THESE ARE THE RULES FOR THE ELECTION...? READ THIS FOR ME." Ging reads the document. Later, Ging states confidently, "THEY'LL PROBABLY DECIDE ON A DRAW. THE TWELVE ZODIACS WILL PROBABLY ALL BE HERE IN A FEW DAYS." A man with light hair appears and remarks, "KNOWING PARISTON, AT LEAST. IF IT'S PUT TO A VOTE OR DISCUSSION, IT'LL TAKE FOREVER." The bald man reacts with surprise, "!? ...WHAT'S YOUR BASIS?"

In a quiet room, Ging Freecss, his head bandaged and wearing a cap, discusses the upcoming chairman election draw with a small round-headed figure. "I'm betting Cheadle, then Saccho. Piyon and Kanzai as a wildcard," Ging says. He continues analyzing the odds: "As for who will bring the topic up... From the others, they can increase their chances to 5/6. From his point of view, even if it's a 1/2 chance, if there's a chance that he can gain an advantage, he'll be okay with it. He already has a decisive advantage anyway." The small figure notes there is nobody else, only part-timers and Pariston's supporters. Ging concludes it will be a draw. The small figure holds up a slip of paper and instructs, "Fold it in three and hold it until the day of the draw. If you can accept those rules that I've written down..." Ging hesitates, "I..." The figure warns, "Burn the paper then. If you didn't get called or if they decide to fold the paper differently, I'll be looking down." The scene shifts to a long empty hallway where Ging stands alone. Speech bubbles appear: "I don't want to influence the outcome." "Not a chance." "If you succeed as chairman, Ging, I..."

Ging's face fills the panel as he speaks with determination. "I don't want a tiresome job. The only thing I'm succeeding is the old man's legacy." In another room lined with bookshelves, Ging points forward while explaining, "If I withdraw that clause... then they'll more easily accept rules 1-4. If I stick that in at the end, they'll be all over themselves to stop me. That's a bluff." The small round figure reacts with surprise, eyes wide and a question mark appearing. The scene cuts to an outdoor view at dusk with a wooden fence and landscape. Speech continues: "But... if the outcome doesn't interest you... Why are you...!?" "If they let rule 5 through, I'll step down." "It doesn't mean anything." "Thugs and cons use the same trick." Ging stands with hands in pockets, boots visible, while the small figure looks up at him with a worried expression. Ging turns his head slightly as an ellipsis bubble appears.

Countless pigeons swarm across the sky in a chaotic flock. A woman wearing an ornate headdress and dark outfit stands with one arm raised high, gripping a bundle of sticks, while the other hand gestures outward. Text states that voting forms were sent to every single hunter by Kurukku. Another panel notes that the election committee became a council comprised of the twelve zodiacs. On the right, a close-up shows a man in a wide hat with a sly grin. He speaks: "I just want to enjoy my path... If my target moves just as I want them to... That's all." A small panel shows a wide-eyed, surprised face with a sweat drop. The man concludes, "Now that's a real hunt."

August 8th, midnight. The voting site is announced as the first floor lobby of HA headquarters. A large panel displays a man with a topknot and beard, hand near his mouth, surrounded by text detailing the rules: if at least three committee members are present, those unable to attend may vote from a separate location. Voting day runs from 00:00:00 August 8th to 11:59:59 local time. All other voting sites start and end simultaneously. The Hunter Association has 661 hunters and 661 candidates. Voting forms will be turned in by the voter at a ballot box supervised by at least three committee members. In the background, dense foliage and flowers hide several figures watching from the bushes. A tall sign on the right reads "THE ELECTION OF THE 13TH CHAIRMAN" with symbols.

In the vast assembly hall the election voting officially commences. A large banner displaying a bold Japanese character and the words THE VOTING BEGINS!! hangs above the stage. A crowd of hunters and participants fills the floor, some carrying large bouquets of flowers, while others stand in orderly lines leading toward registration tables. On the raised platform a bizarre mechanical figure with an enormous afro hairstyle and headphones operates equipment beside several attendants. To the right a tall figure with a distinctive headband watches the proceedings intently. Below the main scene, grids of portrait panels display the faces of numerous candidates and attendees, each boxed and arranged in rows.

Hisoka stands with one arm raised, asking CAN I VOTE? A small spiky-haired figure nearby exclaims THIS IS UNEXPECTED. Another panel shows the same spiky-haired character holding up a blank slip and declaring YUP. I DON'T CARE. SEE? IT'S BLANK. with a star-eyed grin. Hisoka replies I THOUGHT MURDERERS DIDN'T CARE ABOUT THESE SORTS OF EVENTS while noting ...85 POINTS. The spiky-haired character reacts with a sharp EI! sound. Elsewhere a blond figure with star makeup wonders I WANTED TO TALK TO HIM IF HE WAS. while displaying 90 POINTS. Hisoka questions IS SOMEONE CALLED GING HERE? A voice answers THEN WHAT'RE YOU HERE FOR? In a later panel the blond figure shows 77 POINTS and reacts with OH. A bunny-eared girl explains HE SAID HE'D BE HERE IF THERE WAS A RE-ELECTION. HE'S GONE ALREADY. and instructs TAKE THAT SLIP OF PAPER AND LEAVE IF YOU UNDERSTAND.

In a spacious hall lined with tables marked by star emblems, several hunters and candidates stand or sit while a large, fluffy-haired figure with a star cap oversees the scene from behind a desk. Nearby, a tall spiky-haired man in a striped outfit confronts others. The fluffy figure mutters to himself, 'TO SIZE UP THE CROP...' while another voice notes 'HE'S HERE...'. Hisoka leans in sharply, declaring 'YOUR BUSINESS HERE'S DONE! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!!' to a nearby figure. A dramatic close-up shows intense eyes glaring forward. Below, a lineup of hunters displays floating point totals: 30, 2, 10, 45, 10 PTS, 20, and 50, with one figure seated prominently in front. At the bottom, bold text announces '95 POINTS!!!' as Hisoka sits with legs crossed, musing 'MAYBE I SHOULD FIGHT THE ZODIACS AT THIS LEVEL...' while a woman with a star on her cheek sweats and thinks 'EVEN PRO HUNTERS ARE ONLY AT THIS LEVEL...'.

Hisoka, seated casually, addresses Illumi directly: 'HISOKA, YOU HAVEN'T BEEN WATCHING THE NEWS, HAVE YOU?' Illumi responds from across the room. Hisoka continues, 'RUMOR HAS IT THAT HE DIED FIGHTING SOME FOREIGN ANTS. THE ASSOCIATION GOT A GIANT PLAYGROUND IN RETURN.' Illumi asks 'HOW ABOUT YOU?' and notes 'WE'RE VOTING BECAUSE CHAIRMAN NETERO DIED.' Hisoka inquires if Illumi has time, receiving a 'SEE!' gesture. In a lush outdoor setting, Hisoka remarks 'IF YOU'D ONLY SORTED OUT YOUR PRIORITIES, YOU COULD'VE FOUGHT THE ANTS OR THE CHAIRMAN!' Illumi retorts about Gon and Killua participating in the ant hunt and negotiating with their father. Hisoka warns 'IT'D BE DIFFERENT IF YOU WERE MY MANAGER, ILLUMI. THAT'S A BIT TOO TROUBLESOME FOR ME...' Illumi reacts with shock, asking 'WHAT DID YOU SAY?' while pointing upward.

A close-up reveals Illumi Zoldyck's face covered in needles, his eyes half-closed as he speaks. "BOTH OF THEM WILL DIE," he states flatly. "AT THIS RATE..." In the next panels Hisoka leans in with a star marking on his cheek, sweat visible, demanding "EXPLAIN. NOW." Illumi continues, "I WANT TO AVOID THAT AT ALL COSTS," while Hisoka reacts with shock: "BOTH ...!?" A black panel shows a group portrait of the Zoldyck family standing together in a forest clearing. Text beside it reads "HAS ANOTHER YOUNGER BROTHER" and "THE ZOLDYCK FAMILY..." The final panel shows the back of a dark-haired head against a grainy background. A voice declares, "TO ELIMINATE HIM." Another adds, "I WANT..."

The final election results are posted in large text. Total number of votes: 580. Null votes: 48, including blank forms, misspelled names, and votes for Netero or invalid individuals. Absent votes: 33, from Gon, Shoot, Kurapika, Shalnark, and 28 others. Candidates with a majority vote: none. Voting rate: 87.7%. A boxed announcement states that conditions are not met and a re-election will be held. An angry man wearing a cap leans forward with gritted teeth and motion lines flaring around him, shouting, "I ALREADY TOLD YOU, I'M JUST CURIOUS!" and "WHY!? I CAN LOOK, CAN'T I!?" A round-faced committee member with closed eyes and a neutral expression replies firmly, "I WON'T REVEAL THE VOTING FORMS TO ANYONE WHATSOEVER!!" accompanied by SFX "さっ" and "ぱり！" He continues, "NO. SINCE I WAS CHOSEN AS THE COMMITTEE LEADER... I WILL BE COUNTING THE VOTES MYSELF!!" In the bottom panel a group of voters reacts with multiple speech bubbles reading "IDIOT." One man points and yells "BALDY!!" "CHEAP-SKATE!" "THEN WHAT WAS THE POINT!?" while a small distant figure sweats nervously. The page ends with the Hunter × Hunter logo, chapter 320 END, and a note that the election continues to tangle while Killua makes a choice.