Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 497

Chapter 497 114.1 - Young Hearts

In any case, with my day being left to me alone, I decided to train, but not in a way that would tire me a lot.

'It had been a while since I had focused on my bow.' While I was not slacking off with my training, it was understandable that my focus was not on my bow or my daggers for a while.

Since I have been working on a more diversity of weapons, that was to be expected.

I made my way to the training grounds, the familiar scent of fresh grass and the faint hum of mana in the air welcoming me. The grounds were mostly empty, surprisingly, a rare occurrence that would not happen a lot.

'Well, not every trainee wants to train on Sunday.' I reminded myself as I grabbed one of the practice bows from the rack.

I set up a few targets at varying distances, but nothing too complex. Today wasn't about pushing my limits—it was about sharpening them. I took a deep breath, drawing the bowstring back smoothly.

The familiar tension in the string, the steadying of my breath, all felt natural, like a second skin.

Releasing the arrow, I watched it soar, hitting the target dead center. Satisfied, I continued the routine, each shot feeling more precise and more controlled.

I moved from one target to the next, my focus unwavering, letting my body and instincts take over.

The rhythm of it was calming, a reminder that even in the midst of chaos, some things remained constant. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Indeed. My sharpshooting skills were even more polished now.

'Just like riding a bike,' I thought as the last arrow struck its mark.

'And the fact that I can now see beyond what my eyes do…..It is indeed a suitable thing for a marksman.'

The training that I had been doing with Reina was showing its effects instantly. In just a matter of seconds, I had shot all of the targets without missing any of them.

'Whether it is the fog or other things, as long as there is not a mana interference, I will be good for now.'

At the start, I was not able to understand why Reina had been doing my training all the time and why we were focusing on the Psion lines this much, but as we came to the later stages, I was able to understand it clearly.

It was the basic process of teaching me how to control the information. In a way, it was like the basics of [Martial Arts] techniques or any type of weapon arts.

If looked at from a simple perspective, in a way, it was teaching a student how to write numbers and make basic operations.

Without learning those, one would not be able to understand how to make complex operations in the same manner.

'It's not just what my eyes see,' I thought, focusing on the surroundings. My vision expanded, and I could sense the faint movements behind the walls of the training grounds. The subtle footsteps of people walking by, the shift of their weight as they moved—everything was laid out before me in a tapestry of energy and motion.

The air was filled with tiny currents of mana, each one a thread in the intricate web of reality that Reina had taught me to see.

What had once been invisible was now as clear as day. The way the man ebbed and flowed, creating patterns and disruptions, revealed so much more than I could have ever imagined.

'And light…' I mused as I focused on the way it interacted with the objects around me. Before, light was merely a source of illumination, but now I understand it as a carrier of information.

It could hide or reveal, depending on how one looked at it. With my enhanced vision, I could pierce through the illusions that light often cast, seeing what lay beyond the surface.

Even the smallest disturbances in the air, like the faintest sound waves, were now within my grasp. I could sense them, feel the vibrations as they traveled, and with concentration, I could start to decipher their meaning.

'Thought a bit overwhelming, I will get used to it eventually.'

I put the bow into the rack and then left the training grounds, making my way to the cafeteria.

The cafeteria was quieter than usual, with only a few scattered groups of trainees and instructors enjoying their meals. It struck me that this would be my last dinner here for the time being. I had slightly grown accustomed to the routines, the faces, and even the meals—though most were designed more for function than flavor.

But tonight, I decided to treat myself. I approached the counter, ready to order something different, something that wasn't just about fueling my body but also about enjoying the experience.

"One herb-crusted lamb, please," I ordered, watching as the chef prepared the dish with care, a savory herb-crusted lamb with roasted vegetables. It was a far cry from the usual utilitarian meals I chose, but it felt right for the occasion.

The aroma of the herbs and roasting meat filled the air, promising a meal that would be both satisfying and delicious.

After a few minutes, my meal was ready, and I carried the plate over to an empty table by the window.

'It has been a while since I had eaten something tasty.'

Most of my meals for the past three weeks had consisted of ones that focused on function and ingredients rather than taste. That was not something I complained though, as it perfectly aligned with my goal.

But, to better appreciate the taste of everything, it is always important to keep your taste buds intact.

The first bite of the lamb was everything I had hoped for: tender, flavorful, and perfectly cooked. The herbs added a fragrant depth, while the roasted vegetables provided a hearty complement. It was a meal meant to be savored, and I did just that, letting each bite spread around my mouth.

As I savored the lamb, each bite a reminder of how far I had come, I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. Turning slightly, I saw Locke and his group—Jarrod, Malcolm, and Finn—approaching my table. It had been over two weeks since we last spoke, and their presence was a welcome surprise.