Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 801

<Arcadia Hunter Academy, Library>

The library was quiet, the only sounds were the soft rustle of pages turning and the occasional tap of fingers on keyboards. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting golden streaks across the rows of bookshelves and study tables. Ethan adjusted the strap of his bag as he entered, scanning the room until his eyes landed on Jane.

She was sitting at a table near the back, her dark brown hair catching the sunlight as it cascaded over her shoulder. A neat stack of books surrounded her, and she was scribbling something in her notebook with practiced ease. Ethan couldn’t help but smile at the sight—she looked so focused, so at ease in this environment.

’She seems different here,’ he thought as he approached.

Jane looked up just as he reached the table, a small smile spreading across her lips. "Hey, Ethan."

"Hey," he replied, setting his bag down and taking a seat across from her. "Thanks for agreeing to meet me. I figured we could both use the library time."

Jane raised an eyebrow, her smile turning slightly playful. "You figured you could use the library time."

Ethan chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. "Guilty. I’m not exactly acing everything right now."

She tilted her head, studying him with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "I wouldn’t have guessed that. You seem like the type who would get straight As without even trying."

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"Not even close," Ethan admitted, shaking his head. "Between training, missions, and everything else, I’m barely keeping up. And honestly, I’ve never been great at subjects like history or advanced mana theory."

"Well," Jane said, tapping her pen thoughtfully against her notebook, "it’s a good thing you’ve got me, then."

Ethan blinked, caught off guard. "Wait… are you saying you’re going to help me?"

"Why not?" Jane said with a shrug, her green eyes sparkling with a mix of confidence and warmth. "Contrary to what you might think, I’m actually pretty good at this stuff."

Ethan tilted his head, skeptical. "I mean, you did say you struggled last year…"

Jane’s expression softened, but she didn’t lose her composure. "I struggled personally, not academically. My grades were fine—better than fine, actually. Top 50 in theory in my year."

That caught Ethan completely off guard. "Wait, what?"

Jane chuckled at his surprise, her cheeks tinged slightly pink. "Yeah. Surprised?"

"A little," Ethan admitted, leaning back in his chair. "I guess I just assumed…"

"Let me guess," Jane interrupted, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "You assumed that because I was… going through stuff, my grades suffered?"

"Well, yeah," Ethan said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I mean, most people would…"

"Most people aren’t me," Jane replied her voice light but tinged with quiet determination. "Studying was one of the few things I could control back then. It kept me grounded."

Ethan nodded, suddenly feeling a newfound respect for her. "That’s… impressive."

Jane’s smile softened, and she gestured to the stack of books in front of her. "So, if you’re serious about studying, I can help. Advanced mana theory, history, tactics—name it."

Ethan hesitated for a moment, then grinned. "All right, but don’t be too hard on me. I’ve got a reputation to maintain."

"Don’t worry," Jane said, opening one of the books and sliding it toward him. "I’ll be nice. Mostly."

As the session went on, Ethan found himself genuinely enjoying the time spent with Jane. She was patient but firm, guiding him through concepts he’d struggled with for weeks. Her explanations were clear, her insights sharp, and she even managed to make dry topics like mana density theory seem interesting.

"See?" she said after walking him through a particularly tricky equation. "Not so bad once you break it down."

"Not bad at all," Ethan admitted, leaning back and stretching. "I can’t believe you’re this good at it. Why haven’t you been tutoring me all along?"

Jane laughed softly, a sound that made the quiet library feel warmer. "Because you never asked. And because I didn’t think you’d want my help."

"Well, I’m asking now," Ethan said, his tone light but sincere. "Thanks, Jane. Really."

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she glanced away, pretending to jot something in her notebook. "You’re welcome."

For a moment, neither of them spoke, the comfortable silence stretching between them. Ethan found his gaze drifting to Jane again, her focus now back on her notes. She looked peaceful here, surrounded by books and sunlight, her confidence shining through in a way he hadn’t fully noticed before.

’She’s incredible,’ he thought, the realization settling quietly but firmly in his chest.

"Ethan?" Jane’s voice broke through his thoughts, and he blinked, realizing he’d been staring.

"Yeah?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

"Focus," she said with a small smile, tapping the book in front of him. "We’re not done yet."