Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 715

Chapter 715 162.1 - You will get it

Irina folded her arms tightly, still simmering from the exchange. But deep down, beneath the frustration, a flicker of curiosity sparked. If she was going to lose-truly lose she at least wanted to understand why. Why was Astron so effective? What was she missing?

She shot him a sideways glance, her hazel eyes narrowing. "All right," she said finally, her tone begrudging. "Show me."

Astron raised an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly. "Show you?"

"Yes," Irina snapped, her voice tinged with exasperation. "You clearly know something I don't. I want to see how you actually do it-up close"

For a moment, he studied her, his sharp gray eyes thoughtful. Then, with a small nod, he gestured toward the bustling market. "All right. Follow me."

Irina trailed after him as he wove through the crowd with a calm ease that seemed almost instinctual. Unlike her fiery determination, Astron carried an air of quiet authority, the kind that made people notice him without even realizing they were doing so. She frowned, watching his movements. 'He doesn't rush,' she observed. 'It's like he's already in control before he even speaks!

Astron stopped at a modest stall displaying polished wooden carvings-figurines of animals, warriors, and mythical creatures. The vendor, a wiry man with a weathered face, perked up immediately, his eyes lighting with the practiced enthusiasm of a seasoned seller.

"Ah, sir! Welcome! Interested in something? These carvings are crafted from enchanted ebony wood, infused with-"

"Hold on," Astron interrupted gently, picking up a small carving of a gryphon. He

turned it over in his hands, his gray eyes scanning it with precision. "Enchanted ebony wood, you said?"

"Yes, yes," the vendor said eagerly, leaning forward. "Rare and durable, perfect for collectors."

"Interesting. Because this grain pattern is clearly mahogany. Beautiful in its own right, but far from rare."

The vendor's smile faltered, and Irina's eyes widened as she watched Astron continue, his tone calm but firm.

"Mahogany's a fine wood," Astron said, setting the carving back down. "But it doesn't take enchantments well, does it? The mana residue on this piece is faint, likely from a weak infusion spell. So, let's skip the pretense. How much for this as a decorative piece?"

The vendor stammered, clearly thrown off balance. "Uh... well, for a decorative piece, I suppose I could-"

"500 Valer," Astron said, his tone final. "Fair for the craftsmanship, but that's all it's worth."

After a moment's hesitation, the vendor nodded, his earlier bravado replaced with a sheepish smile. "500 Valer it is."

Astron handed over the coins, pocketing the receipt with a nod before turning to Irina. "See?"

Irina stared at him, her hazel eyes wide. "You knew the wood type just by looking at it?"

Astron shrugged lightly. "It's not hard if you pay attention. The grain patterns are distinct. And the mana residue? That's just basic observation."

Irina blinked, her mind racing. 'Basic? How is that basic? I would've believed the whole enchanted ebony story without a second thought!'

Astron led her to another stall, this one selling gemstones embedded in intricately designed rings. The vendor, a plump woman with a warm smile, greeted them eagerly. "Ah, what a fine couple," the woman said, her tone sweet.

Astron talked with the vendor like that and at the end, she end the same.....

The vendor's confidence wavered, but Astron continued before she could respond. "I'll offer 1000 Valer, for the design. The stone's value is negligible."

The vendor hesitated, glancing at Irina as if hoping for some support. But when Irina said nothing, her frustration still tinged with curiosity, the woman relented. "Fine. 1000."

From the starting value of 9000 Valer, the price fell down to 1000.

As they walked away, Irina couldn't hold back any longer. "How do you know all this?" she demanded, her voice tinged with awe and irritation. "The wood, the stone-how can you tell so quickly?"

Astron walked calmly alongside Irina, his gaze flicking briefly to the bustling market. before returning to her as she asked her question. He seemed to consider her words for a moment before speaking, his tone steady and deliberate.

"Observation," he began, "is about identifying patterns and linking what you see to what you already know. It's finding relevant, discerning details and comparing them to your prior experiences."

Irina frowned, her hazel eyes narrowing slightly. "That sounds... vague. Can you be more specific?"

Astron nodded, gesturing toward a nearby tree. "Take that tree, for example. You

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know its trunk is brown. If I asked you to describe that shade of brown, you might compare it to something else-say, the color of milky coffee."

Irina blinked, tilting her head. "Alright... and?"

"How did you make that connection?" Astron continued. "You linked the tree's color to coffee because you've seen coffee before. You know it's brown. That prior knowledge lets you create a bridge between the two."

Irina pursed her lips, her mind working to keep up. "So... you're saying observation is just connecting things to what we already know?"

"Exactly," Astron said, his voice calm but firm. "When I looked at the carving, I recognized the grain pattern because I've seen mahogany before. When I examined the gemstone, I noticed how it refracted light, and I compared it to what I know about moonstones and feldspar."

Irina's brows furrowed as she considered his words. "But... what if you don't have that prior knowledge? What if you don't know what mahogany looks like or how

moonstones refract light?"