Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 983

Eleanor stood at the far end of the training hall, hands clasped lightly behind her back as she gazed at the rows of active mana regulators lining the walls. Soft pulses of energy blinked in a controlled rhythm, keeping the chamber’s mana density stable, calibrated. Adjustable at a moment’s notice.

It was quiet now. Only the distant hum of enchantments filled the space.

But she knew that silence wouldn’t last.

Ethan and Astron would arrive soon.

And when they did, today’s training would begin.

Her eyes flicked toward the doorway, then drifted back to the middle of the room where the sparring field stretched across polished stone. Everything was reinforced, not just to handle strength—but to handle intention. When people like those two fought, it wasn’t just force. It was pressure. Alignment. Momentum.

Two anomalies walking a fine line between brilliance and breakdown.

Eleanor exhaled slowly, eyes narrowing.

She had watched it unfold from the beginning. Ethan’s acceleration. Astron’s emergence. What had once been potential now threatened to become something else—momentum. And momentum in the wrong direction was far more dangerous than stagnation.

Not just for them.

But for everyone around them.

Especially now.

Her gaze tightened.

The guild tensions in the capital are rising again. More skirmishes between city-based Hunters. Small disputes, weapon regulation arguments, even suppression rights over dungeon gates. All of it building into something more serious. The kind of tension that didn’t stay in the back alleys. It crawled into the academies. Into students’ minds. Into curriculum.

If it spilled over, if things snapped—then Astron and Ethan, latter was way more likely would be pulled in faster than they knew.

Because they weren’t normal cadets anymore.

Especially Ethan.

Eleanor’s thoughts lingered on him a moment longer.

He had come a long way in a short time—too long, too fast. The kind of trajectory that didn’t stay hidden for long. She could already see it forming around him: the buzz in instructor lounges, the subtle shifts in student hierarchy, the way eyes lingered a little longer when his name was mentioned.

If he continued at this pace—no, when he continued—his name would start brushing against a different tier altogether.

And eventually?

He would meet Victor again.

Not in the practice rings.

Not under adjusted conditions.

But in the real circuits. The sanctioned duels. The tournament brackets that caught the eye of national guilds, of federations, of the political elite.

That meeting… it was inevitable.

And necessary.

Even if not everyone would like it.

Ethan was rough. Still brimming with too much rawness, too much emotional drive—but she had seen the way he responded to failure. Not with collapse. With refinement. Every duel, every loss, every mistake—he metabolized it. Converted it into something sharper.

Victor had the polish. The law. The structure.

Ethan?

He had the fire.

But fire without refinement consumes itself.

Which was why she was here.

Why today mattered.

Her gaze lifted the moment the double doors parted.

Astron stepped through first, his movements as always quiet, composed, with the silence of someone used to making decisions without alerting the world. Ethan followed a second later, rolling his shoulders with a casualness that barely disguised the calculation in his eyes.

Both stopped at the edge of the platform.

Eleanor turned to face them fully.

She didn’t speak right away.

She looked.

Into their eyes.

Astron’s: cool, observant, already dissecting the training space, noting mana flow, field layout, exit paths.

Ethan’s: calm, but steady—not clouded by pride, not distracted by frustration. Centered. He had grown since the last time. Something had clicked. ƒreewebɳovel.com

Good.

She spoke.

"Today, we begin real training."

There was no preamble. No pleasantries.

Eleanor gestured toward the center of the chamber, where two stabilizer pillars rose beside a long table lined with elemental crystals and psionic channels.

"We’ll focus on two things," she said, walking between them as the mana hum in the room deepened. "Weapon coating—and psion control efficiency."

Ethan’s eyes narrowed slightly. Astron gave a short nod.

Eleanor continued.

"I’ve reviewed your practical sparring assessments," she said. "And while your external control has improved—internally, you’re both still leaking power. The conversion rates are inefficient. Especially during fast switching and layered engagements."

She paused.

"For normal cadets, that’s acceptable. Not optimal, but functional."