Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 808

The soft hum of conversation and the faint clink of coffee cups filled the air as the group of three entered the café. The atmosphere was warm, sunlight streaming through large glass windows and casting a golden glow over the wooden tables and polished floors. It was a perfect blend of calm and bustling energy, a stark contrast to the simmering tension that had surrounded their earlier discussion.

Sylvie, Jasmine, and Layla exchanged brief glances before scanning the room. It didn’t take long to spot him.

Astron sat at a corner table, his posture relaxed but upright. A worn book rested in his hands, its pages turned with deliberate care. His sharp purple eyes moved steadily across the text, completely unfazed by the chatter around him. On the table before him was a single untouched cup of coffee, steam curling softly from its surface.

Jasmine was the first to react, her lips curving into a grin as she waved. "Hey, Astron!" she called, her voice bright enough to draw the attention of a few patrons nearby.

Astron’s gaze lifted from the book, his purple eyes meeting hers with his usual calm. He gave a small nod of acknowledgment but said nothing, his expression as unreadable as ever.

Layla’s eyes widened slightly, her surprise evident as she whispered under her breath, "Oh… You’re in our team."

Jasmine chuckled at Layla’s reaction before stepping closer to the table. "Astron, meet Layla," she said, her tone playful yet warm. "I don’t think you’ve had the pleasure yet."

Astron’s gaze shifted to Layla, his expression remaining composed but polite. "Layla," he said simply, his voice even. "The tank of our team right?"

There was no grandeur to his greeting, yet his presence made it feel deliberate.

Layla raised her eyebrows, her surprise morphing into curiosity as she leaned slightly forward. "You knew?" she asked, her tone both inquisitive and skeptical.

Astron’s lips curved into the faintest hint of a smile, though his expression remained composed. "Irina mentioned it," he replied evenly, his voice carrying a calm certainty that made it impossible to doubt him.

Layla’s green eyes narrowed slightly, intrigued. "And what exactly did Irina say?"

Astron raised an eyebrow at her question, his calm purple eyes studying her for a moment before he spoke. "Layla is our tank," he said, his tone matter-of-fact. "Even though your rank may not be impressive, your role as a tank in our group composition is valuable. A well-coordinated tank changes the dynamics of any fight."

Layla blinked, clearly caught off guard by his straightforwardness. She hesitated for a moment before tilting her head, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "And what do you think?" she asked, her voice quieter now, the question laced with genuine curiosity.

Astron regarded her for a moment, his gaze steady. "I can’t say anything without seeing you in action first," he said simply. There was no condescension in his tone—only calm honesty.

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Layla’s smile widened slightly, and she gave a small nod. "I see," she murmured, her voice carrying a note of quiet determination. "Well then… I’ll try my best."

Astron gave her a slight nod, acknowledging her resolve, before his attention shifted to the others.

On the other hand, Sylvie had taken a seat beside him, her gaze flitting between Layla and Astron as though trying to decipher the subtle exchange. Jasmine, on the other hand, leaned back in her chair with a satisfied grin, clearly enjoying the unfolding dynamic.

"Well," Jasmine said, breaking the brief silence, "it looks like you were already expecting this?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, our team being together."

"Yes."

"Why? Did you know Layla beforehand?"

Astron turned his calm gaze to Jasmine, her satisfied grin met with his usual composed demeanor. At her question, he replied evenly, "Yes. I already knew beforehand."

Jasmine raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "You knew our team would end up like this?"

"Not exactly," Astron clarified, his tone measured. "But I had an idea of what most people in the class were up to."

Jasmine tilted her head, intrigued. "What do you mean?"

He leaned back slightly in his chair, his purple eyes steady on her. "I observe people in general. It’s always better to have a general idea of their strengths, tendencies, and how they might act in different situations."

’This guy really is weird indeed.’ Jasmine thought, her grin softening into something more thoughtful. "I see," she said, her tone carrying a note.