Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132 Chapter 31.1 - Before Mid-terms

"The last one."

As Eleanor said that, her gaze turned to the student whom she had one of the least favorable impressions.

"Astron Natusalune and Aliyah Shaw."

The boy with pitch-black hair was sitting at the back of the place. He didn't have anyone sitting close to him as if he was some sort of plague.

And considering the rumors surrounding him, that made sense. Even as an instructor, she had heard about all those rumors, and certainly, they were quite disturbing.

However, different from the youngsters who didn't know about the world, she was well aware that all those rumors couldn't be true at the same time. Even if Astron had a criminal history, something that exaggerated wouldn't be the case. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

However, even then, it didn't change the fact that he was someone who was hard to be on equal grounds and with the attitude of a teen.

"Get ready for your positions."

But, remembering what she had seen at the joint dungeon examination and the examination before that, she couldn't help but think something had changed about him.

'Still, he can't be the one.'

But, in the end, she disregarded the small thought she had for a brief second.

"We will start soon."

And, she returned to her usual stern tone.

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"Hey, bastard."

A crooked voice came before me as I reached the spot where I would have my spar. There stood a girl with tanned skin and yellow eyes looking at me with a clear blaze.

"….."

She was the sparring partner I would have for a while, Aliyah Shaw. Another minor extra-like character that didn't have much screen time. She was a girl who liked to joke loudly in class and, most of the time, acted like a boy.

Her short-cut hair and usage of words all belonged to a category that was called 'tomboy.'

Though sadly different from Julia, she was not a main character. Thus, she would always be soon forgotten by the players.

"Hey, bastard, are you deaf?"

But then again, in this real world, there was no such thing as screen time. Every person has their own life, and time also flows for them.

And now, I need to spar with the girl before me. Even though she seemed to have a bad impression of me, I couldn't do much about it for the time being.

"I can hear you just fine."

To respond, she sneered, her yellow eyes narrowing. "I've heard all kinds of stories about you, like you being a womanizer and hitting a girl."

'Again, with those rumors.' I thought as I readied myself for the spar while grabbing my weapons. Since I was now officially registered as a bowman and a Daggerist, I needed to use both of them while being graded.

"So what?" I answered. At this point, reacting to those allegations was too bothersome for me.

"So what?? Don't you have anything to say for yourself?"

"I don't. You are allowed to believe whatever you want."

"Ah, of course…..I wouldn't expect less from a bastard like you."

Most of the time, people who thought they were some sort of moral police would demand an apology from the other party.

This is also known as political correctness.

People who get 'offended' by other people's actions who don't directly affect them. Just like this girl before me.

Even though I had never talked with her before, nor had I done something to her, she still got offended by my imaginary actions and now wants to bring the 'justice' she deemed yourself.

"Get your weapon; I am going to crush you." The ferocious expression on her face was the proof of that.

"Is that so?"

"It is."

SMASH!

She smashed her gauntlets, scrubbing them into each other as she revealed a predatory smile.

Apparently, she was a martial artist who trained her body and became a living weapon on her own using her fists. Of course, while observing all the students inside the class, I also gathered information about her and knew she was using fists and ranked around 1k digits.

"Make sure you get some painkillers ready. Because it will fucking hurt." With those words, she started walking to her own position of sparring, the other end of the ring.

Since I was a bowman, to make it fair, the area we were sparring was wider than the one before.

DING!

As the bell rang, the sign for our spar to start was given.

I quickly reached for my bow, nocking an arrow and drawing the string taut.

CRACK!

She immediately blasted herself off the moment the bell rang.

My eyes remained fixed on Aliya, who wasted no time closing the distance between us, her fists enveloped in the special mana-coating technique that enhanced her strength and speed.

SWISH!

I released my first arrow, watching it soar toward Aliya.

DANG!

Her enhanced reflexes allowed her to react swiftly, deflecting the arrow with a well-timed punch, sending it off course. Even though the arrow was coated with my mana, it didn't have any effect on her fist that clashed with it.

'As expected.'

Since the time I had at my disposal was limited, I couldn't perfectly enhance the arrow, making it strong enough to damage. Also, with my location known, it was a lot harder to hit someone like her.

SWOOSH!

Undeterred, I notched another arrow and maintained my distance, focusing on precision and aim. Aliya's relentless pursuit and high physical awareness allowed her to dodge most of the arrows, or she deflected them with her bare fists.