Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 373

Chapter 373 86.3 - Sword and the Guide [Interlude

The world of students would be in a weird state, if it was compared to the world of professionalism.

The adults who are working are in constant competition. The money, fame, power, and a lot of other things.

All of them are important in the world of adults, and most of them tend to become slaves for all those things.

It is also the same for students. The adolescent youngsters who were slowly learning the value of money, power, and fame would also seek that.

The competition would be fierce, and everyone would seek the opportunities that would be thrown at them.

That was especially the case for the students of the Hunter Academies since, contrary to other occupations, their strength was directly related to their prowess.

Therefore, every ounce of opportunity was very important for these students.

And amongst those opportunities, there was one that even the heirs of high-ranking families would never refuse.

Guidance from the Invoker, Eleanor White.

A certain Hunter who had stormed through the ranks in the past ten years. The genius Hunter was able to control her mana so well that the title Invoker was given to her.

And now, the students get the chance to get guidance from such a figure. Thus, they were doing their best to show their presence.

Taylor was no different from others. Even if her family was rich and was a behemoth in the media industry, the amount of instructors that her family could hire was limited.

Today, however, something unexpected caught Taylor's attention. As she was doing her best to show her talent, she saw some students pointing at someone.

Curiosity piqued, she approached, only to witness a sight that made her blood boil.

Standing there, Astron was engaged in what seemed like an intense conversation with Eleanor White. The same guy she had dismissed as talentless and beneath her. Eleanor was directly talking to him, her expression serious and focused. Taylor couldn't hear what they were saying; Eleanor had erected a sound barrier around them, ensuring privacy.

Taylor's fists clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. It was one thing to be ignored, but to see someone she considered unworthy receiving the guidance she so desperately sought was infuriating.

She could see the intensity in Eleanor's eyes as she spoke to Astron and the attentive look on his face as he listened.

'How could this be happening?' Taylor thought, struggling to contain her emotions. 'What could she possibly see in him?'

The scene played out in front of her, a silent tableau of instruction and learning, with Astron at the center. Taylor's mind raced, plotting her next move.

'I was about to let this guy go, but I guess I loosened his leash way too much.' She couldn't let this slight go unanswered. After all, in the place of her, that guy was there, with his worthless presence.

If he was gaining favor with Eleanor White, she needed to find a way to either match his progress or sabotage it.

But for now, all she could do was watch, seething with envy and frustration, as the sound barrier kept her from knowing the secrets being shared just a few feet away.

As for the inside of the barrier, Eleanor was observing Astron and was about to give him feedback.

"Now, please demonstrate. I will check up on it and give you feedback," Eleanor instructed, her tone authoritative yet encouraging.

Astron nodded and took a deep breath, focusing his mana on the blade as Eleanor had shown. The sword began to glow, though not as uniformly as Eleanor's demonstration. Eleanor's sharp eyes immediately caught the subtle flaws in his technique.

"Stop," she commanded softly. "Let's correct those errors."

She stepped closer, placing her hand over his to guide him. "Feel the flow of mana," she instructed. "You're allowing it to pool here and here," she pointed to the specific spots on the blade, "which disrupts the overall tension. Now, focus on spreading it evenly along the surface."

Her words were sharp, and her demeanor was also sharp. There was no ounce of hesitation in her movements nor any type of shyness or shame. 'Still, not bad.' Astron closed his eyes and concentrated, feeling the flow of mana as Eleanor had described. He adjusted his control, trying to spread the energy more evenly along the blade.

"Good, now try again," Eleanor encouraged, stepping back to observe.

Astron infused the sword with mana once more. This time, the glow was more consistent, though still not perfect.

"Better," Eleanor acknowledged with a nod. "But you're still concentrating too much mana at the hilt. Distribute it evenly from the hilt to the tip."

Astron adjusted his technique again, taking Eleanor's feedback into account. He focused intensely, ensuring that the mana flowed smoothly from the hilt to the tip of the blade. The sword glowed with a uniform light, indicating a more efficient distribution of energy.

"Excellent," Eleanor praised, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. Her eyes shone with a strange glint. It was like the eyes of a person who had found a new satisfying toy. Seeing the raw talent and the youth, she somehow entered a strange mood. She wanted to mold this raw talent.

"You're improving rapidly. Now, let's refine it further."

They repeated the process several times; each time, Eleanor pinpointed minor adjustments, and Astron corrected them swiftly. He learned with remarkable efficiency, not making the same mistake twice. Eleanor could see the focus and adaptability in his eyes.

He didn't speak or say anything. He just did as he told.

'Still, he adjusts the things I am saying to himself. He is not directly copying everything. This kid has a knack for learning. He absorbs everything like a vortex.'

Eleanor disliked unnecessary flattery and words, and that was the best course of attitude since she liked those who focused on the things that benefitted them.

As they continued, the glow of the sword became steadier and more vibrant, a clear sign of Astron's progress.

"Very good," Eleanor said finally, a rare smile touching her lips. "You've made significant strides in a short amount of time. Keep practicing this technique, and it will become second nature to you."