Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest

Chapter 946 216.6 - Overachievers

Ethan groaned as he picked himself up from the floor, a line of sweat trickling down his temple. His ribs ached where the wooden blade had struck him, and his pride ached just a bit more.

He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand, giving Eleanor a pointed, exasperated look.

"Miss Eleanor," he grumbled, voice tinged with disbelief. "You're using way too much strength. How are we even supposed to deal with you like this?"

And really, who could blame him?

The pressure she exerted, the speed, the reaction time, the sheer suffocating presence—everything felt several leagues beyond what any normal training instructor should be able to unleash on academy students.

It wasn't an exaggeration.

It was Eleanor.

Even before she'd stepped foot into the Arcadia Hunter Academy, Eleanor had already made history. The youngest ever to break into the Hunter Rankings. The top of her generation, the undisputed prodigy who shattered trial records and made veteran hunters rethink the very definition of potential.

Her name wasn't just a legacy—it was a standard.

So Ethan's protest didn't come off as whining.

It came off as reasonable.

Astron, still regaining his breath against the wall, didn't speak—but his narrowed eyes silently agreed.

Eleanor, however, only gave a small, amused sneer.

"Is that what you think?" she asked lightly.

She held up her arm—and there, strapped around her wrist, gleamed a thin, matte-black bracelet etched with subtle mana lines.

The center of the band displayed a small, glowing number.

8.

Ethan blinked. "What's that?"