The Chick Class Hunter is Being Filial

Chapter: The Ghost of Gokseong
[Breaking] Amakusa re-enters South Korea
…Declined to comment on whether his re-entry was at the request of the Korean government…

It was around the time Korea was in an uproar over Amakusa Kazuki’s interview saying, “I’ll wait for my naturalization to be approved.”
In front of the Hyeonak Guild building.
Guru, stepping out of the car, shook her head at the sitter, who was about to get her bike down.

“Gwuu not gonna wide bike at company no more.”
Guru’s face was puffed up in a full pout as she said it.
The sitter, holding back laughter, gently cupped both of her cheeks.

“Guru. You got pulled over again?”
Nod, nod.
“Aww, baby. I see. So now you don’t wanna ride your bike anymore?”
When the sitter responded kindly, Guru’s face turned sulky as she began to babble out her frustrations.

“20 kiwo is too swow… Dani Oppaw and Sewwi Oppaw said dey don’t wanna go wiff Gwuu 'cause Gwuu too swow. Onwy Daddy keep sayin’ it’s pwenty fast.”
“The oppas are so mean. They should be staying with our Guru.”
Guru squinted fiercely and declared in a huffy voice.

“Daddy da bad one. 20 kiwo is bad. Daddy don’t even move at 20 kiwo himsewf.”
“True. Daddy’s the bad one.”
“Yeshh.”

Once Guru got her full huff out, the sitter patted her little bottom and urged her along.
“You said you’re meeting Sabbuu today, right? He might be waiting for you, so let’s hurry in.”
“Ohh, wight!”

It had been a long time since she’d seen Sabbuu, ever since he returned to Japan because of the naturalization issue.
Guru smiled big and bright.
Now that he had decided to naturalize, everything had changed—she no longer had to cruelly abandon Sabbuu.

'Gwuu didn’t have to become eviw Guru after aww.'
As soon as she toddled into the revolving doors of the Hyeonak building, cheerful voices greeted her from the front desk.
“GuruGuru!”

“Did you get out of kindergarten early today?”
“Hewwooo! Yeshh. Gwuu not do bawwey today.”
“Ohh, our little one even does ballet at school!”
“You’ll show us next time, right?”

“Yeshh!”
Guru nodded proudly.
As she basked in the affectionate pats from the big sisters cooing over her adorableness—

Suddenly.
Her gaze drifted toward the hallway by the elevators.
One whole wall was glass, giving a clear view of the garden that circled the building…

“Peowson?”
The top of someone’s black head was barely visible beside the garden shrubs.
Someone crouched on the ground was rubbing their eyes and slowly getting up—clearly a homeless person.

Guru tilted her head, gazing past the glass.
There were sometimes beggars near the front gate, but that hair—no matter how she looked—was clean, not greasy or flaky.
'New stweet man?'

As the sitter waved goodbye and left, Guru sneaked after her with quick little steps.
Avoiding people's gaze, she made her way around the building in search of the new street man.
“…?”

What she found was someone she completely didn’t expect.
***
At that moment, Jurim was reading a parenting book—specifically the chapter titled “Why does my child pick things up off the ground?”

The book said it was a natural part of a child’s development and learning process. It advised parents to fully support their curiosity and exploratory behavior, and to try to understand their interests and thought patterns.
The problem was… his daughter had, of course, picked up something weird again. As if she’d read that chapter telepathically and immediately gone out to do “field work.”
Learning speed wasn’t the issue—it was the application that was too fast.

“Still, this isn’t right, is it?”
Jurim turned his gaze lazily—and the man who had been “picked up” by Guru gasped.
“On Guru.”

“Yeshhh.”
“I get curiosity and exploration and all that… but can you not bring home hobos? Like, Daddy really can’t handle you adopting a guy who was living on the street.”
“Not a hobo!”

“I-I’m PD Hwang Uncheol!”
Guru and Mr. Hwang said it in unison.
“A PD?”

“Y-yes.”
So, a former PD?
Why would a middle-aged man with a real job be lurking behind someone else’s company like a bum?

This morning, Jurim had noticed a guy loitering in front of the building. When he made eye contact, the man had bolted around the side, which he found weird even then.
Hmm. When Jurim narrowed his eyes, Hwang Uncheol quickly looked away, shuffling nervously.
Definitely guilty about something.

“Yup. He’s a hobo.”
Jurim was about to gently teach Guru that the term for someone who lives on the street is “hobo” when—
Bang!

The door to the guildmaster’s office swung open.
“On-chan! Is Guru-chan—hehh?”
It was Kazuki.

He’d lit up at the sight of Guru but froze when he spotted Hwang Uncheol.
“PD-san! You already came to pick me up? Korea’s sooo fast~”
“Amakusa Hunter? Why are you here…?!”

Hwang PD stared in shock at Kazuki.
Meanwhile, Jurim squinted at all three—Hwang PD, his daughter, and the freshly returned Kazuki.
A former PD hobo, the daughter who picked him up, and a foreigner fresh off the plane?

None of it made ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) any sense.
Jurim pressed his fingers to his temple and looked up.
“Can someone please explain this properly?”

***
Slip. A business card was politely offered with both hands.
Jurim took it and read the name.

[NTV PD Hwang Uncheol]
“We met briefly when I came for that interview. You may not know, but I was the PD for Supermarket to the World, and also Galaxy Family Life, the show Woojoo filmed recently and won an award for—”
“Ah.”

Jurim recalled the show Guru had been watching because Woojoo appeared in it.
Critics loved how it portrayed diverse family stories with clever storytelling, and the ratings were top-notch.
“I know. The kids told me you were impressive. I’m On Jurim from Hyeonak Guild.”

A smile immediately spread across PD Hwang’s face.
“Ohh, the kids talk about me?”
“They did. But tell me—what was such an impressive PD doing sleeping in front of our building today?”

“Ah… uh…”
Hwang PD immediately froze and gulped.
As the silence dragged, Jurim shifted his gaze to Kazuki.

“And you—how do you know our company’s resident hobo?”
“H-Hobo…!”
A critical hit. Hwang PD flinched, face filled with pain.

But Kazuki just kept smiling brightly as he replied.
“Back when I visited Korea before, dere was da powitics stuff, ‘memba? So dey said I couldn’t come widout a good weason. Dat’s why I booked da show wid PD Hwang.”
Back when Kazuki first planned his trip to Korea, Japan had tried to stop him due to rising diplomatic tensions.

Letting him go would’ve sent the wrong message—that Japan was letting an S-Class Hunter work with a rival nation.
Of course, they couldn’t actually stop him. So they compromised: he was coming for an entertainment show already scheduled. That was the public excuse.
“And the mass-production of the first-gen Amakusa Series Tsurugi was part of the deal too?”

“Yupp.”
“So what’s the plan now?”
“Mmm, somethin’ll work out.”

Kazuki laughed heartily.
'That’s not reassuring at all…'
With a Hunter of Kazuki’s level, no matter what he did, it came with complications.

And now that he’d naturalized too, the problems would be even bigger.
Not that Jurim needed to get involved… but the way Kazuki was acting right now, it felt like leaving a toddler unsupervised near a river.
Just as he was about to follow up—

Hwang PD spoke up while bowing deeply.
“It was a sudden offer and the schedule was tight, but come on—it’s not every day you get to work with Amakusa Hunter. I had to make it happen, no matter what.”
Then he let out a deep sigh.

“But just when everything was planned, the whole naturalization issue blew up… I was so afraid it would fall apart. It’s such a relief it all worked out.”
He’d been terrified that Kazuki would get tied up in Japan again and the show would collapse. Doan Group resolving the SSPED mess—he couldn’t thank them enough, both as a Korean and as a producer.
“I get your connection with Kazuki. But what about Guru?”

“Ah.”
Faced with the direct question, Hwang PD blinked and straightened up.
Ahem. AHEM. “Guildmastuh On!”

Then suddenly—he dropped to his knees.
“Oohh,” Kazuki muttered in admiration, clearly amused.
“The reason I was camping out in front of your company… was to ask one thing.”

He had braved the humiliation of squatting out front just to get one sentence in. No matter how scary On Jurim was, there was no backing out now.
“Would you allow me to work with your daughter?! I’ll take full responsibility to make sure it never becomes a burden to her!”
“……”

What the hell is he even trying to take responsibility for?
Jurim stared down at the kneeling middle-aged man like he was some kind of insect.