Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest

"Astron. Join my team."

The moment Julia's voice rang out, commanding and full of confidence, the entire room seemed to freeze. Conversations halted mid-sentence, and all eyes turned toward her and Astron. The boldness of her statement—the straightforwardness of her offer—sent a ripple of surprise through the class.

"Did she just…?" one student whispered.
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"Julia Middleton wants him on her team?" another murmured, their tone dripping with incredulity.

"She's one of the strongest students here," someone added, their voice hushed but audible. "Why would she offer Astron a spot right away?"

Astron, still seated, glanced up at Julia with his usual calm expression, his purple eyes meeting her sharp blue gaze. The murmurs of the students didn't seem to faze him, though the weight of their stares was palpable.

"Is he really that valuable?" a student muttered from one corner of the room. "I know his rank jumped, but…"

"Maybe she's just trying to keep things balanced," another speculated. "High ranks aren't supposed to group together, right?"

"No way," someone countered. "If that's the case, there are way more balanced options. She wouldn't choose him unless she sees something."

Julia, completely unbothered by the growing murmur of speculation, crossed her arms and smirked down at Astron. "What do you say? You've got the precision and adaptability I need. I'm not interested in wasting time looking for someone else."

Astron's gaze lingered on her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he stood, his movements measured and deliberate. The murmurs grew louder as the students watched the interaction unfold, their curiosity mounting.

"Julia Middleton," one student whispered. "She's always so selective. If she's offering him a spot outright…"

"Does that mean Astron's skills are really that impressive?" someone else wondered aloud.

"I mean, he's ranked 1052," another voice said, skepticism evident. "That's not exactly top-tier."

"Yeah, but didn't he beat Liam Wayne?" someone countered. "And he used to be last. Jumping this far means something."

Astron finally broke the silence between him and Julia. His voice, calm and steady, carried just enough to cut through the whispers around them. "You're straightforward, as usual."

"Heh….This is who I am."

"Indeed."

Julia grinned, clearly taking his response as a positive sign. "So, is that a yes?"

"Why?"

"What do you mean why?"

"Why did you come up to me immediately?"

Julia's grin didn't falter. "Because I need a scout. And you're good—better than most people here. I've seen you in action, Astron. You're sharp, flexible, and you actually think about your moves instead of rushing in like an idiot. You'll balance out my… let's say, more direct approach."

Astron raised an eyebrow, his gaze still steady. "And why should I agree?"

Julia tilted her head, her smirk unwavering as she leaned slightly closer to Astron. "Am I not one of the strongest here? Why would there be anything else?"

Astron's calm purple eyes met hers, and he raised an eyebrow, his expression as unreadable as ever. "Is that your sole reasoning?"

Julia blinked, caught off guard for just a moment before narrowing her eyes slightly. "...Is there anything else that's supposed to be there?"

Astron sighed softly, the sound barely audible over the growing whispers around them. He straightened, his gaze breaking away from Julia as he glanced around the room. His sharp eyes locked onto someone at the edge of the classroom—a certain someone emanating a subtle but unmistakable aura of intensity.

It was Irina. Her fiery yellow eyes were sharp and focused, and her presence felt more commanding than usual. Though she wasn't looking directly at him, Astron could sense the quiet weight of her attention.

After a moment, Astron looked back at Julia, his expression unchanged. "I'll think about it."

Julia's smirk widened, her blue eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Don't play too hard to get, Astron. It doesn't suit you."

Astron didn't respond, his silence speaking louder than any words might have. He simply turned his gaze away, as calm and unbothered as ever.

Julia chuckled softly before turning on her heel, her energy radiating confidence as she walked back toward her group. The students watching the scene unfold were left in stunned silence, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and awe.

"Did he just…" one student whispered, their voice trailing off as they struggled to process what they had witnessed.

"Reject Julia Middleton?" another finished, their tone incredulous.

"He didn't outright reject her," someone else pointed out. "He said he'd think about it."

"That's practically the same thing!" a voice hissed, their disbelief mounting. "No one makes Julia Middleton wait. No one."

The murmurs continued to ripple through the room, but Astron remained unaffected, his expression as steady as ever. He sat back down, his movements measured, while Julia, completely unbothered by the speculation, rejoined her group with a triumphant air.

Lilia smirked as Julia returned. "So? Did he say yes?"

"Not yet," Julia said, crossing her arms. "But he will. Trust me."

Julia barely had time to settle into her seat before a firm voice cut through the murmurs of the room.

"He will not."

The confident, steady tone silenced the surrounding chatter, drawing every eye toward the source. Irina stood at the edge of her desk, her fiery yellow eyes locked onto Julia. Her posture was straight, her arms crossed, and her expression left no room for doubt.

Julia's smirk widened, her blue eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and challenge. "Are you sure?" she asked, tilting her head slightly, the tone of her voice playful but sharp.

"Yes," Irina replied without hesitation.

"Why?" Julia asked, leaning forward slightly, the grin on her face growing.

Irina's gaze didn't waver. "Why? Because he's in my team."

"....."

The room froze. Every pair of eyes darted between Irina and Julia, the air thick with disbelief. Even Ethan, who had been quietly observing from his seat, raised an eyebrow in mild surprise. Lilia's smirk faltered for a split second before returning, this time tinged with curiosity.

"You've got to be kidding me," someone whispered, breaking the stunned silence.

Julia blinked, her grin still in place but her brow arching slightly. "Oh?" she drawled, leaning back in her chair. "He's in your team, huh? Since when?"

Irina's confidence didn't falter. "Since the start. Before this little stunt of yours."

Julia let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. "Well, well. Looks like I missed that memo. But you know what? I'm not entirely convinced."

Irina tilted her head, her fiery hair catching the light as her smirk mirrored Julia's. "You don't need to be convinced, Middleton. It's the truth."

Julia leaned forward again, resting her chin on her hand as she studied Irina with interest. "So, you're telling me Astron—Mister Aloof himself—committed to your team already?"

"Yes," Irina said simply, her tone unyielding.

The murmurs resumed, rippling through the students like a wave. Whispers of disbelief and speculation filled the air.

"Did she really snag him before Julia?"

"But Julia went straight to him—how is that possible?"

"Does that mean Astron chose her over Julia? What does Irina have that's so convincing?"

Julia leaned back in her chair, a glint of challenge still sparkling in her blue eyes. "You know," she said, her tone light but pointed, "this just got a whole lot more interesting."

Irina raised an eyebrow. "I'm glad you think so. But the fact remains—he's already spoken for."

Julia chuckled softly, her grin widening as she crossed her arms. "We'll see about that."

The tension between the two was palpable, the competitive spark unmistakable. The room buzzed with anticipation, students unable to look away as the two strongest personalities clashed in a battle of words.

Ethan sighed, shaking his head as he leaned toward Lilia. "They're going to drag this out, aren't they?"

Lilia smirked. "Oh, absolutely. And you know what? I'm here for it."

As the impromptu standoff continued suddenly the door opened.

CREAK!

The tense atmosphere in the classroom was abruptly interrupted by the sound of the door creaking open. Every head turned toward the entrance, the heated exchange between Julia and Irina momentarily forgotten.

Standing in the doorway was Professor Eleanor, her sharp eyes sweeping across the room like a blade. Her presence alone commanded immediate silence, the students' murmurs dying in their throats. She stepped into the room with deliberate precision, her heels clicking softly against the floor.

"Good morning," Eleanor said crisply, her voice cutting through the charged atmosphere. She carried a stack of papers and a sleek tablet, which she placed on the podium at the front of the room. Her sharp gaze lingered momentarily on Julia and Irina, who both straightened in their seats, their earlier rivalry temporarily subdued.

"I trust you've all had time to reflect on yesterday's assignments," Eleanor continued, her tone even but unmistakably firm. "And I expect you've begun the process of forming your teams."

Her piercing gaze swept the classroom, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly as they landed on a group of students still exchanging whispered comments. They immediately silenced, their postures stiffening under her scrutiny.

"Good," she said, her voice cool but satisfied. "Now, let's move forward. Today's lesson will focus on a crucial element of team success: situational adaptability."

She tapped her tablet, and the classroom screen came to life, displaying a tactical diagram of a chaotic dungeon layout. The image was cluttered with obstacles, varied terrain, and simulated enemy positions.

"The ability to adapt to unpredictable situations..."

Just like that she started her lecture.

*******

The students took notes diligently, the weight of her words sinking in. The simulated dungeon scenario on the screen had shifted to its conclusion—a team overcoming a chaotic ambush by thinking quickly and adjusting their roles dynamically.

"This," Eleanor said, pointing to the screen, "is what separates competent hunters from great ones. It isn't enough to follow a plan. You must be able to adjust when the plan inevitably falls apart."

With a tap of her tablet, the screen powered down, leaving the room in silence as the students absorbed the final points of her lecture.

Eleanor stepped back from the podium, folding her hands as she addressed the class. "Before you leave, there is one more matter to discuss."

The subtle shift in her tone immediately recaptured their full attention.

"The mentorship program," she began, her sharp gaze sweeping the room, "is nearing its final stages of preparation. The academy has worked diligently to pair each of you with a mentor who will not only enhance your strengths but also challenge your weaknesses."

The classroom murmured softly, the mention of mentors reigniting a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

"These mentors," Eleanor continued, her tone firm, "are not here to coddle you. They are professionals—hunters with real-world experience who have agreed to dedicate their time to your development. Their purpose is to guide you, to push you beyond your limits, and to prepare you for the reality of life outside these walls."

She paused, letting her words sink in before continuing. "The finalized list of mentor assignments will be revealed soon. I advise each of you to be ready. Your mentors will evaluate you just as thoroughly as your instructors, and their feedback will carry significant weight in your overall assessments."

Eleanor's gaze sharpened, landing briefly on a few students who appeared less focused than the rest. "Use the time you have now to solidify your teams and prepare yourselves. Once the mentorship program begins, there will be no room for complacency."

The students nodded, the gravity of her words settling over them like a tangible weight.

"Dismissed," Eleanor said finally, her tone decisive. "And remember—your actions now will determine your success later. Don't waste this opportunity."