Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49 Chapter 12.3 - Clubs

With my experience at the Archery Club booth still fresh in my mind, I made my way to the last club on my list: the History and Arts Club.

Unlike the previous clubs, this one didn't seem to draw as much attention. The students around the booth appeared to be engaged in calm conversations, their interests ranging from various forms of art to historical research.

As I approached the booth, I was greeted by a warm and inviting atmosphere that seemed to be filled with passion. The students there seemed genuinely excited about sharing their passion for history and the arts.

"Welcome, Mister Freshmen." At that moment, a cheerful voice echoed inside my ears, making me unconditionally turn to the source. "Do you want some chips?"

There stood a girl who had a bright smile on her face. Her hair was a unique shade of purple, a color that was both striking and elegant. Her eyes were a brilliant shade of blue, exuding a sense of curiosity and kindness. Her presence seemed to radiate a warm and happy aura, immediately putting me at ease.

She had an aura of comfort that made her approachable and friendly. Her entire demeanor seemed to suggest an open-minded and easygoing personality. freewebnoveℓ.com

Her face was simply said to be beautiful, as well as her body. Combined with her innocent aura, she could probably take the hearts of many men around the academy, which she did.

Since she was a named character in the game.

The small chip crumbs around the corners of her mouth showed that she was eagerly eating chips.

"Hmm? Mister Freshmen? What is the matter?" As she spoke once again while looking at me, I was woken up from my thoughts.

"Nothing. I apologize if I seemed rude." I answered, slightly bowing my head. Looking at someone without answering while they were trying to talk to you was not good behavior.

"You don't need to be so stiff. It is fine….." She said, waving her hands. "But, do you want chips?" she added while passing the chips in her hands to me.

"No." But I refused. Since I didn't like chips too much, they contained too much fat in them.

"Why? Just take it." But, the girl before me persisted as she constantly approached me while shoving the pocket of chips to me.

"No. I don't want to."

"But why? Doesn't everyone love chips?" She looked genuinely surprised as she heard my answer.

"I don't."

"How? Everyone I gave chips to always took them." She took a moment to ponder with her fingers on her mouth. "Ah, right! It is because you haven't tried them yet." And the conclusion she made was this.

'I can't.' I really wanted to slap my forehead, but I held it in. The students around us were watching us with clear smiles on their faces, enjoying the scene.

"No, I tried them. But I don't want to eat."

"Just eat once. Please, just give it a chance." She instantly approached me, her blue eyes looking at me from slightly below. Since she was not that tall, she only came to my chest height.

"Sigh…..Thank you." Deciding that it would be too much if I refused, I grabbed the chips with a sigh.

Dealing with this girl was really hard.

"Nihihihi…." Hearing her chuckle, a small feeling of warmth appeared in my chest.

But, following that, the same memory of that time came, making me remember why I was here. The feelings of anger and hatred returned instantly.

"Hmm?" Seemingly surprised by my shift of expression, she asked. "Ah! Right, I forgot to introduce myself."

Turning back once again, she spoke with a cheerful tone.

"I am Maya Evergreen." Her eyes were shining, clearly expecting a reaction from me.

"Atron Natusalune," I answered, again bowing my head. "Pleased to meet you, Senior Maya. The first rank of the first-sophomore year."

Hearing my words, she clearly had a knowing expression as she nodded her head.

"Nihihihi…That's right….Everyone knows me." She mumbled to herself in a low tone, but I was able to hear it since she was a little too close.

Opening the distance a little bit, I grabbed the application form and handed it to Maya.

"Here, this is my application form. Can you help me with the application?" I didn't want to deal with this shiny girl more since her actions were a bit overly happy, for my own preference. I just wanted to get this over with and leave.

She took the form with a grin, seemingly unfazed by my lack of enthusiasm. "Of course! I'd be happy to help. We're always excited to welcome new members who share our passion."

As she filled out the necessary information, I watched her handwriting, neat and deliberate. It was a stark contrast to my own hurried and utilitarian style of writing.

That was to be expected since I didn't pay any attention to how I wrote.

"There you go," she said, handing the form back to me. "Now you just need to wait for the message about the orientation."

"Thank you," I acknowledged with a nod and was about to leave.

"So, what got you interested in the History and Arts Club?" Maya asked, curiosity evident in her tone.

"It seemed like a different perspective," I replied simply, not offering any more details. Conversations like these were not something I did care about since the reason I was here was widely different from what they were expecting.

"That's great!" Maya exclaimed, her eyes shining with genuine enthusiasm. "We explore various historical eras, engage in art projects, and even organize debates. It's a wonderful way to broaden your horizons and learn new things."

"I see," I replied, my tone remaining flat.

Maya's response was everything I had expected. Her excitement for the club was infectious, but I found it difficult to match her level of enthusiasm.

"If you have any questions about the club or anything else, feel free to ask me," Maya said, her smile unwavering.

"I will," I responded, offering a small nod.

"Well, I hope to see you at the orientation," she said cheerfully.

"Yes," I replied, feeling a mixture of relief and anticipation that our interaction was coming to an end.

'This woman is too uncomfortable to deal with.' With that, I left the club fair and made my way toward my dorm.

In the end, I needed to train, and that was it.