On a bright, sunny day on January 20th, several hunter applicants were all clumped up together on an air ship sailing through the sky to a place called Gold City, a highly prosperous place that only the richest would be allowed to enter. They were each on their way to find the exam site where they would properly be able to undertake the trials each would have to take to become hunters. Unsurprisingly, despite being forced together, the atmosphere seemed heavy. Every man and woman ready to take the test knew that they'd have to compete with one another, justifying their reluctance to interact with one another. Exceptions to this did exist, however. Low whispers could be heard from small groups of people, the reason for this being fairly blatant. Alliances were being made in preparation for the actual exams, despite the difficulty level of the hunter exams lowering quite a bit since the election of former association chairman, Cheadle. Even with the heavy mood that was prevalent on the ship, there was still one applicant in particular that didn't seem to understand the challenges he would have to overcome on his journey. As one might expect, he seemed a lot more carefree than all the others, for he was nothing more than a 12-year old boy by the name of Eustace Bell. He was undoubtedly confident in his ability to pass, and rightfully so. He had been working hard to prepare himself for the exams ever since he first decided to take them. Not only that, but the constant digging he did daily while still in his home city was more than enough to toughen him up both physically and mentally. There was a great determination in his heart to pass, but there was still a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that told him that he was doing something wrong. Judging by the fact that there was a lot of space around him, this wasn't too far off. The reason for this? He reeked far too bad for anybody to even tolerate standing next to him! Naturally, Eustace himself was oblivious to this fact. Living in a city that was essentially a glorified dumpster tends to do that to a person. At the moment, he seemed to be thinking very hard to himself as to why people were avoiding him. He would assume that it was because of the pickaxe he carried, but it was tucked away in his backpack, albeit with the very top sticking out through an opening. "Oh, I know!" Eustace exclaimed. The answer had to be a his hardhat! No one else seemed to have one, so it was likely very strange for others. He quickly took off his hat and stood up from his seat on the floor, showing off his insanely messy messy hair! Eustace rushed to the nearest person around, a particularly nerdy looking man, and attempted to introduce himself. "Hi there, my name's—" Before he could even finish his sentence, the man had already rushed off in disgust, leaving Eustace to once again wonder what he had done wrong. "Geez, again?" He told himself with a disappointed sigh as he put his hardhat back on.