Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest

The wolf-like creatures snarled and lunged forward, their glowing eyes flickering like embers in the dimly lit chamber. Layla took a step forward, planting herself firmly in front of the team. Her shield rose just in time to intercept the first creature’s leap, the impact reverberating through her arm as she braced herself.

"Hold the line!" Layla shouted, her voice steady despite the force of the attack. Her shield glowed faintly as her mana reinforced it, creating an unyielding barrier.

Behind her, Astron moved, his daggers glinting as they caught the faint light of the runes. A creature that managed to slip past Layla’s defenses found itself swiftly intercepted. Astron ducked low, his blade slicing cleanly across the creature’s flank before he pivoted to avoid its retaliatory swipe.

"Cleared one," Astron said calmly, his voice cutting through the chaos.

Jasmine, stationed on the other side, grinned as she slashed the air, creating a crescent sword aura. The projectile streaked through the air and struck a wolf mid-leap, sending it sprawling to the ground. "Nice teamwork," she called, drawing another arrow with smooth efficiency. "Let’s keep this up."

At the center of the formation, Irina stood with her fiery yellow eyes locked on the oncoming wave. Her hands glowed with intense mana, the flames coiling around her fingertips like living entities. "Let’s turn up the heat," she muttered, thrusting her hands forward.

A torrent of fire erupted from her palms, sweeping across the chamber in a controlled arc. The wave of flames engulfed the monsters in its path, their shadowy forms dissipating into smoke with piercing howls.

"Clean," Irina said with a smirk, her confidence radiating as the flames dissipated, leaving faint scorch marks on the stone floor.

The last of the wolf-like creatures fell, its shadowy form dissipating into smoke as Irina lowered her hands. Her fiery yellow eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she surveyed the now-cleared chamber. A faint smirk curved her lips, the faint glow of residual mana fading from her fingertips.

"Well, that was efficient," she remarked, her voice tinged with pride. "Most groups wouldn’t have it this easy, even on the first wave."

Jasmine sheathed her sword, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and surprise. This was the first time she had seen Irina’s firepower up close, and the sheer intensity of it left her momentarily speechless. ’So this is Irina Emberheart,’ she thought, the name carrying a new weight in her mind.

Layla, still holding her shield at the ready, turned toward Irina with an expression of barely contained excitement. "That firewave…" she began, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. "It was incredible! You wiped them out like it was nothing!"

Irina’s smirk widened, and she crossed her arms, exuding a confidence that bordered on regal. "Humph. This?" she said, her tone almost dismissive. "This is nothing for me."

Layla blinked, her admiration growing. "Waaa… you can do more than that?"

"Of course," Irina replied, lifting her chin slightly as her fiery gaze flicked to Layla. "This is just the tip of what I’m capable of."

"I see…..So this is what top rankers are capable of…."

Layla was seeing a new world for the first time.

"Don’t get too loose," Astron’s calm voice cut through Layla’s admiration. His purple eyes shifted toward Irina and Layla, steady and composed. "The next wave is coming. Be ready."

Irina turned her fiery yellow eyes to him, narrowing them with playful defiance. "There’s no need to be this stiff, Astron," she said smoothly, crossing her arms and leaning her weight onto one leg.

Astron tilted his head slightly, his expression as unreadable as ever. "Hmm…" he responded noncommittally, his gaze steady on her.

A mischievous glint flashed in Irina’s eyes as she raised her hand, a small flicker of flame dancing at her fingertips. "Then let this fire cleanse your stiffness," she declared, tossing the small flame toward him.

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Astron didn’t flinch as the flame fizzled out harmlessly in the air before reaching him. Instead, he raised an eyebrow and replied evenly, "Fire doesn’t cure stiffness."

Irina smirked, her grin widening as she leaned slightly closer. "My fire cures yours."

For a moment, the air between them seemed to crackle—not with tension, but with a playful energy that left Astron momentarily silent. He simply met her gaze, his calm demeanor unwavering despite the teasing edge to her tone.

"Hehe…" Irina laughed softly, smiling ear to ear as she straightened up, her fiery aura still radiating confidence. The satisfaction in her expression made it clear she felt she had won the exchange.

Jasmine, observing from the side, blinked in surprise. Her eyes flicked between Irina and Astron, piecing together their dynamic with growing curiosity. ’Are they really…?’ she thought, her mind drifting to the rumors she’d overheard and the photos she’d seen. Irina’s playful behavior and Astron’s steady responses suddenly seemed to hold more weight. ’If this is how they act in the middle of training, then maybe there’s something to those rumors after all.’

Thinking that, Jasmine turned her gaze subtly toward Sylvie. What she saw only deepened her concern. Sylvie was glaring at Irina and Astron, her usual calm demeanor cracked by the intensity of her expression. It wasn’t hard to tell that Sylvie was upset—her sharp green eyes burned with something unmistakable, and her lips were pressed into a thin, tight line.

’Her expression’s really not good,’ Jasmine thought with a quiet sigh. Being friends with Sylvie for so long, she could easily read the signs. Sylvie wasn’t someone who could hide her emotions well, especially when it came to things that truly mattered to her. The tension in her face, the way her hands clenched slightly at her sides—it was all too obvious.

’Poor Sylvie,’ Jasmine mused, her heart sinking a little as she glanced back at Irina, who was still brimming with confidence. ’You’re really lagging behind, aren’t you?’ Jasmine sighed inwardly, wishing her friend had more courage to express what was clearly troubling her.

’Let’s hope you get your chance,’ Jasmine thought, her eyes flicking back to Sylvie. But as her gaze shifted briefly to Irina and Astron again, her thoughts grew more resigned. ’Though, with Irina flying around Astron like that… it doesn’t seem like it’ll be anytime soon.’

Suddenly, the sound of growls echoed through the chamber once more. From the shadows, more monsters emerged—not only from the front but also from behind, forcing the team to adjust their formation quickly.

Astron’s sharp voice cut through the tension. "They’re coming from both sides. Sylvie, cover the rear. Jasmine, stay with me. Layla, hold the line!"

Sylvie’s eyes widened momentarily, but she quickly nodded, mana surging around her as she turned to face the approaching threat. The faint yellow glow of her mana intensified, her movements fluid yet deliberate. A small group of wolf-like creatures lunged toward her, and she raised a glowing hand, a burst of energy colliding with the closest one and sending it sprawling backward.

Jasmine moved to Astron’s side, her sword flashing as she intercepted a monster attempting to flank Layla. "On it!" she called, slashing through the creature with a crescent of energy.

Astron darted forward, his daggers gleaming as he engaged another group. His movements were swift and precise, each strike aimed to neutralize the monsters with minimal effort. "Focus on keeping the formation intact!" he shouted, deflecting a clawed swipe before retaliating with a quick slash.

Irina, standing at the center, unleashed another wave of fire. The searing flames engulfed the advancing creatures in front, reducing them to ash in seconds. She glanced over her shoulder, her fiery yellow eyes locking onto Sylvie. "Need help back there?" she called, a teasing lilt in her voice.

"I’ve got it!" Sylvie shot back, her voice firm. She stepped forward, her glowing yellow mana coiling around her like a shield. As another monster lunged at her, she dodged deftly and countered with a powerful kick, the mana-enhanced strike sending it flying into the wall.

Jasmine, catching sight of Sylvie’s fighting style, blinked in surprise. ’She fights like a mage, but with those kicks and punches… It’s like she’s combining two styles.’ She couldn’t help but grin. ’You’ve been hiding this, haven’t you, Sylvie?’

Layla, at the front, braced against the relentless attacks. Her shield held firm, and her confidence grew with each successful block. "Keep it up! We’re holding!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos.

The team worked in harmony, their combined efforts systematically clearing the monsters. Irina’s firepower dominated the front, Astron and Jasmine’s precision held the flanks, and Sylvie’s unorthodox but effective fighting style kept the rear secure.

As the final monster dissolved into smoke, the room fell silent once more. Sylvie lowered her hands, her glowing mana dimming as she exhaled heavily.

"Well," Irina said, smirking as she dusted off her hands. "That wasn’t too bad, was it?"

Jasmine glanced at Sylvie, her grin widening. "Not bad at all. Sylvie, where were you hiding that? You’ve got some moves!"

Sylvie flushed slightly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "It’s nothing special," she muttered, though her faint smile betrayed her pride.

"That was good."

Astron sheathed his daggers, his calm voice bringing them back to focus.

"You did really well."

Though his purple eyes were locked on Sylvie. It was clear that he was observing her to the full.

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