Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest

’He’s not normal.’

She had dug into his background, pulling every string and tapping into every source she could think of. Yet every investigation came back the same: nothing. No detailed history, no noteworthy lineage, no significant ties to powerful families or organizations. It was as if he had appeared out of nowhere, a blank slate that defied her ability to pin him down.

It made no sense. Someone with his level of talent—his precision in archery, his mastery over mana, his sharp mind—shouldn’t be a nobody. But that’s exactly what he seemed to be, at least on paper.

The lack of information only made her more curious, more determined to figure him out.

And yet, for all the enigma surrounding him, there was one thing Lilia was certain of: Astron was talented. Exceptionally so. She had seen it firsthand, whether it was his flawless execution during club drills or his sharp insights into strategy. He had the kind of potential that was impossible to ignore.

’Which is why I wanted him under me in the first place,’ she thought, her steps slowing as the Archery Club building came into view. But now, with Irina involved, things were far more complicated. Irina’s presence wasn’t just a shield for Astron—it was a declaration. Whatever he had done to earn her trust, it had solidified his position beyond Lilia’s reach.

’For now,’ Lilia reminded herself, her jaw tightening slightly. She wasn’t one to give up easily, and she certainly wasn’t going to let Irina’s involvement deter her. If anything, it only made her more curious about Astron.

What had he done to gain Irina’s trust? And, more importantly, was he truly deserving of it?

Lilia’s gaze sharpened as she reached the doors to the Archery Club, her hand pausing on the handle. There was more to Astron than met the eye—of that, she was certain. And while she didn’t have the answers yet, she was confident she would find them eventually.

’One way or another,’ she thought, stepping inside with her usual composed air. ’I’ll figure you out, Astron.’

Lilia’s thoughts came to an abrupt halt as she finally reached the Archery Club training grounds. Her crimson eyes blinked, momentarily adjusting to the sight before her.

The grounds had undergone a dramatic transformation.

What had once been a somewhat utilitarian space, functional but uninspiring, was now sleek and polished. The entire area gleamed with a newness that seemed to reflect the academy’s recent structural overhauls. Rows of pristine targets lined the far end of the range, their surfaces freshly painted, while the reinforced platforms beneath the cadets’ feet seemed designed to withstand even the most forceful of mana-infused shots.

The vending machines, previously limited to a few scattered, outdated units, had multiplied. Shiny, modern machines stood strategically placed along the edges of the training grounds, offering a variety of refreshments and snacks. Even a small canteen had been added near the entrance, its tables and chairs neatly arranged under a sleek awning. The faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee and pastries wafted through the air, mingling with the crispness of the morning breeze.

Lilia’s gaze swept across the area, taking in the improvements.

’They’ve certainly been busy,’ she thought, the faintest flicker of approval crossing her features. The changes weren’t just cosmetic—they reflected a deeper investment in the cadets’ experience, something she could respect. After all, the Archery Club was more than just a gathering place; it was a proving ground for those who sought excellence in a discipline that demanded precision, patience, and control.

As she walked further inside, she noticed a few cadets already warming up at the targets. Some were stretching, others testing their bows with quiet focus. The faint hum of conversation and the rhythmic sound of arrows slicing through the air filled the space, creating an atmosphere of quiet determination.

Her attention flicked briefly to a group of juniors huddled near one of the vending machines, their excited chatter barely audible over the ambient noise.

"Look at this place," one of them said, gesturing toward the new canteen. "It’s like they’re preparing us for a real tournament or something."

"Maybe they are," another replied. "I heard there’s talk of some interclub competitions later this semester."

The mention of competitions piqued Lilia’s interest, but she didn’t pause to listen further. Instead, she continued toward the center of the grounds, her steps confident and unhurried. Her presence, as always, drew the attention of those around her. Conversations dimmed momentarily, heads turned, and more than one cadet paused mid-action to watch her pass.

Lilia ignored the stares, her focus fixed on the larger picture. The improvements to the club were impressive, but they also underscored the growing expectations placed on its members. With the academy pouring resources into these upgrades, it was clear that mediocrity wouldn’t be tolerated. The stakes were rising, and everyone here would be expected to rise with them.

’This will make things even more interesting,’ she thought, a faint smile tugging at her lips. The heightened standards would undoubtedly push her peers to excel, but it would also make her own rise to dominance that much more satisfying.

As she neared the main archery platform, she spotted Adrian standing near the edge of the range, speaking with a few sophomores. His posture was as casual as ever, but there was a sharpness in his expression that Lilia didn’t miss. Whatever he was discussing, it was clear he was already strategizing, already positioning himself as the center of influence within the club.

Her lips pressed into a thin line. Adrian was a problem, one she couldn’t ignore. His control over the sophomores, his subtle but effective manipulations, and his knack for turning the club’s environment to his advantage were all factors she needed to address. Yet, even as she acknowledged his presence, she felt no hesitation, no fear. If anything, the sight of him only strengthened her resolve.

Just as Lilia’s gaze briefly lingered on Adrian, his sharp eyes turned toward her, catching her presence immediately. A sly smile spread across his face, the kind that was calculated rather than warm. It was the smile of someone who enjoyed the game as much as the competition.

"Well, well," Adrian called out, his voice carrying easily across the training grounds. "Look who we have here."

His words drew the attention of the sophomores and freshmen gathered around him. Conversations stilled as heads turned to follow his gaze, all eyes locking onto Lilia as she approached. The faint murmurs of the crowd returned, whispers of admiration and curiosity rippling through the air.

Lilia slowed her steps slightly, tilting her head just enough to meet Adrian’s gaze. A smile of her own began to form, equally calculated but far more composed. This wasn’t her first time facing such a confrontation. She’d had her fair share of encounters like this during her tenure as a guild manager, and this type of verbal sparring had become second nature to her.

"Adrian," she greeted smoothly, her voice carrying a hint of warmth that was undercut by the sharp undertone of her words. "Still busy surrounding yourself with your loyal entourage, I see."

Her crimson eyes flicked briefly to the cadets around him, taking in their expressions—some wary, some admiring, others carefully neutral. Adrian had clearly cemented his influence among this group, though it was just as obvious to Lilia that some of them were caught in his web more out of necessity than choice.

Adrian’s smirk widened as he leaned casually against the railing of the range, his bow resting at his side. "What can I say? It’s good to keep the club lively," he said, spreading his arms theatrically. "Besides, we can’t all be as elusive as you, Thornheart. It’s nice to see you gracing us with your presence for a change."

Lilia’s smile didn’t falter. If anything, it grew sharper. "Oh, I’m always around, Adrian," she replied, her tone as smooth as polished glass. "I just don’t feel the need to announce it to the world every time I step into the club."

A few quiet chuckles from the surrounding cadets punctuated her words, and Adrian’s smirk twitched slightly. He recovered quickly, though, his demeanor never losing its calculated edge.

"Touché," he said with a chuckle, his tone light but his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "But it’s a shame you don’t make yourself more available. After all, we could use someone with your talents to help… elevate the club."

Lilia’s eyes locked onto his, her smile unwavering. "Elevate? Is that what you’re doing, Adrian? Because from where I stand, it looks more like you’re building your own little empire."

Her words hung in the air, a challenge that didn’t go unnoticed by the cadets around them. Some exchanged uneasy glances, while others leaned in slightly, their attention riveted on the subtle but unmistakable tension between the two.

Adrian’s smirk only deepened at Lilia’s words, his sharp eyes glinting with amusement. He leaned forward slightly, as if savoring the moment, and then spoke with an unsettling calmness. Stay tuned with

"Empire…" he repeated, letting the word hang in the air. "It’s quite a nice word you say."

He straightened and gestured casually to the side, his tone almost conversational. "But indeed, you are partially right. It may not be my empire, but there is someone who wants to let us create one."

Lilia’s crimson eyes narrowed, her sharp senses immediately picking up on the weight behind his words. A cold, sinking feeling settled in her chest, though her outward composure remained unbroken. She knew Adrian well enough to recognize when he was laying groundwork for something significant. And this? This wasn’t just idle posturing.

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