Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 805

The morning light poured into the classroom through the tall windows, casting golden streaks across the desks. The students of HA25 sat quietly, the usual hum of pre-class chatter replaced with a nervous energy. The atmosphere was expectant—Professor Kain’s entrance always carried an air of gravitas, and today was no exception.

The door opened with a soft creak, and Professor Darius Kain strode into the room, his tall frame commanding immediate attention. His sharp gray eyes swept across the students as he reached the podium, his movements deliberate and confident. The sound of his boots against the polished floor echoed in the silence.

"Good morning," he began, his deep voice resonating through the room. He placed a sleek tablet on the podium, briefly glancing at it before addressing the class. "I trust you’ve all had a productive week and have finalized your team submissions."

The students exchanged glances, a ripple of curiosity and apprehension moving through them. Professor Kain’s gaze flicked up, meeting their eyes with a slight smile—a rare but genuine expression of approval.

"I’m pleased to report," he continued, "that all team submissions have been reviewed and approved. It seems you’ve all been responsible enough to adhere to the academy’s rules and avoid overlooking the ranking limits or team size requirements."

A faint murmur of relief spread through the room, though it was quickly silenced by Kain’s steady presence.

"This is a promising start," he said, his tone firm but carrying a note of encouragement. "It shows that you’re taking this course—and its importance—seriously. Keep it that way."

He picked up his tablet, tapping on it to bring up the roster on the classroom screen. The names of the approved teams flashed in neat columns, and the students leaned forward, their curiosity piqued as they scanned the list for familiar names and groupings.

"As you can see," Kain said, gesturing to the screen, "your teams are now officially established. From this point forward, you are accountable not just for yourselves, but for one another. Success or failure will be shared among your team."

He let the words hang in the air for a moment, his sharp gaze sweeping over the room.

"Now," he continued, his tone shifting slightly, "let me inform you about today’s schedule. This afternoon, we will commence the first practical session for this course."

The room buzzed with murmurs again, excitement and nervousness bubbling up in equal measure.

Kain raised a hand, silencing the room with his commanding presence. "The session will begin promptly at 2:00 PM. You are to report to the Training Grounds no later than 1:45 PM. Being late will not be tolerated, and excuses will not be accepted."

His gray eyes narrowed slightly, his expression serious. "The practical session will test your ability to function as a team under controlled conditions. It is an introduction—nothing more—but I expect you to treat it with the seriousness it deserves."

Julia leaned over to Ethan, whispering, "Controlled conditions, huh? Wonder how controlled it’ll really be."

Ethan smirked but kept his gaze forward, not wanting to draw Kain’s attention.

Kain continued, his tone unwavering. "This session is designed to assess your initial teamwork capabilities and provide a baseline for improvement. Do not treat it as a competition. Your focus should be on collaboration, adaptability, and communication. Remember: the battlefield doesn’t reward lone heroes—it rewards teams that work as one."

Professor Kain took a step back, his sharp gray eyes scanning the room to ensure his message had settled in. The murmurs of excitement and apprehension faded as the students straightened in their seats, the gravity of his words lingering in the air.

"Now that the administrative matters are out of the way," Kain said, his tone shifting to one of instruction, "let’s begin today’s lecture."

He tapped his tablet again, and the classroom screen came to life, displaying a detailed diagram of a simulated battlefield. The layout depicted a dense forest, a river cutting through the terrain, and scattered enemy positions marked in red.

"Today’s focus," Kain began, gesturing to the screen, "is on field awareness and role optimization. These are the foundations of effective teamwork, and understanding them is critical to your success—both in this course and as hunters."

The diagram zoomed in on a specific section, highlighting a small team of figures in blue attempting to cross the river while under attack.

"Let’s start with this scenario," Kain said, his voice steady but commanding. "A team is tasked with retrieving an artifact located across the river. The enemy is entrenched on the opposite bank, and the terrain is uneven, making direct confrontation risky. The team has four members: a Striker, a Defender, a Support, and a Tactician. What’s the best approach?"

The students exchanged glances, a few of them already whispering ideas. Kain raised an eyebrow, signaling that he expected someone to answer aloud.

Julia raised her hand, her confident smirk in place. "The Striker should create a distraction, draw the enemies’ attention away from the river, while the Tactician coordinates the movement of the Defender and Support to secure the crossing."

"Good," Kain said with a nod. "That’s one approach. But what are the risks?"

Lilia leaned forward, her sharp green eyes focused. "If the Striker goes too far ahead or engages for too long, they risk being isolated and overwhelmed. The Defender would need to hold position effectively to prevent that."