Chapter 53 - Archery Club
"Do you have any questions?" Professor Williams inquired, his gaze sweeping across the students who seemed a tad restless after the lecture. "If not, then we can conclude the class for today."
The room erupted into a chorus of relieved murmurs and quiet sighs of relief.
"Hooh… Finally…" someone muttered from the back, the sentiment resonating with many.
"I thought this was not going to end ever," another voice chimed in, capturing the general consensus of the students.
As the students exchanged knowing glances and sympathetic smiles, the professor's attention returned to the front of the room. His expression remained composed as he addressed the class again.
"Before you all leave, a reminder: the second assignment has been posted on the online portal today. It's a research task focused on the political intrigues of the Hunted Realms during the Era of Shattered Thrones. Make sure to choose your topics wisely and submit your assignments by the end of next week."
The announcement was met with a mixture of groans, groggy nods, and a few exchanged looks of concern.
"Another research assignment? Seriously?"
"I can barely keep up with the readings, and now this?"
"Let's hope he at least goes easy on the grading this time."
Professor Williams continued, his tone unwavering despite the students' reactions. "Understanding the political landscape of the past will provide crucial insights into the dynamics that have shaped our world today. Remember, the more you delve into history, the more you can anticipate the challenges of tomorrow. That's all for today. Have a productive weekend."
With those words, he left the room, leaving the students alone. Today was the last day of classes for the week, and we were going to have an orientation for the Archery Club.
'It shouldn't be that long. But, if I can see Instructor Ethan, I can maybe ask him for some pointers.' I thought to myself.
The reason why I accepted their proposal was to learn and observe how the Archery Club members used their bows and adapted to their styles, adding them to myself.
Looking at the front desk, I could see Lilia was also preparing to leave. I was not sure, but she was probably in the Archery Club as well.
"Hey, where are you going?" Julia asked, seeing Lilia trying to grab her things. She would do it normally as well, but today for some reason, she seemed to be a little more hurried."
"I have a club orientation this evening, so I am going to get prepared," Lilia answered with her usual blunt tone.
"I see. You were in Archery Club, right?" Julia asked since she forgot which club Lilia was in; rather, it was more likely she was not that interested.
"Yes."
"I don't understand. Why did you join that club? You don't have anything more to learn, don't you?" Irina butted in, looking at Lilia. For instance, she was a mage, but she didn't join the magic research club, even though she was invited. Since she knew they were only trying to make connections with her and those researchers could never be more advanced than what her family was doing.
"One always has something to learn from others," Lilia replied calmly, her eyes focused on gathering her belongings efficiently.
Julia looked genuinely intrigued. "Is that why you're in the Archery Club? You must be quite skilled already." She was also in the Way of Swords Club, but the reason she went there was to spar with seniors; she didn't believe those members could help her learn more.
Lilia shrugged, her movements precise and controlled. "Skill is never a reason to stop learning. There's always room for improvement." She answered.
'Ho….This is the reason why this girl was not a heroine in the game.' Astron thought to himself. As a player who played the game quite a lot, the one he respected the most was Lilia, the girl who never once her way in life. Even though she was slightly egoist and looked down on others, she also sought improvement.
Her duality was the things why players called her 'Hypocrite Woman,' but Astron rather respected it. In a way, she was one of that women that prioritized their career.
Irina raised an eyebrow. "So, you're saying you're there to learn from the other members?"
Lilia's lips curved into a faint, enigmatic smile. "I'm saying I'm there to learn from everyone. You never know where you'll find wisdom. And it is not like I always need to be there. They can't say anything to me, either."
With that quote hanging in the air, Lilia efficiently packed her belongings and stood up, her posture poised. "Have a good weekend." And with those words, Lilia left.
"This girl. Why do I feel like you can never win against her with words?" Irina spoke, looking at Lilia's departing figure.
"Well, she was always like that," Victor spoke with his usual calm tone, then shifted his attention to Julia. "Do you want to grab dinner, Julia?" He asked.
"No. I am going to train." But Julia simply refused and stood up while picking her things up. "And, no. You are not coming with me." Cutting Victor, who opened his mouth, she left immediately.
'I should leave as well.' Confirming that Lilia joined was enough, so I didn't waste any more time and stood up as well, leaving the class.
"Pffttt….hahahaha…."
"What are you looking at? Tch."
Though, I could also hear Victor's grumbling at Lucas and Ethan, who was the subject of his anger. It seemed he was the one that got the short stick.
While leaving, I again felt gazes on me, but this time there were three of them. It seemed that as time passed, the number of people who gazed at me also increased.
'Irina, Sylvie's friend Lora, and that guy.'
Just as my thoughts were consumed by these observations, a sudden collision jolted my senses.
SWOOSH THUD
Though the said 'thing,' the collision almost sent me flying if not for my fast reflexes. I turned my attention to the person who collided with me as a fragrant scent of Lilies entered my nose.
"Watch where you are going!" And hearing the girl's voice and seeing the annoyed expression on the beautiful face reminded me who this was.
Green hair and blazing crimson eyes.
'Lilia.'
It seemed she had forgotten her things inside the classroom. Even though she was fuming at me, there was no reason for me to interact with her any longer.
Cleaning the dust on my uniform, I stood up and walked further without answering.
"Hey, I said some-"
"Don't talk to me."
After cutting off the response she was going to give me, I left. There was no need for any further talk since I could easily see where it would go.
Simply she was going to scold me as she usually does with others in her guild and then walk proudly like she was a goddess; after all, that was how she was treated most of the time.
Even though Lilia was a person that sought improvement, this was her weakness--her ego, which was the thing that made her someone that wasn't liked by the community of players.
And I didn't like that either. Even though her seeking for improvement was condemnable, her ego was what made her, not a heroine, and she is probably going to live her life all alone until she dies.
It is not like I am different.
Just like that, I reached my room and prepared for the clubs.
*******
The Archery Clubs training area and the place where they had conducted their training was a specially designated outdoor area only for Marksmen. It was away from the heart of the Academy Campus, where most main buildings were located, so it took a little bit of walking for me to reach there.
As I entered the Archery Club's training area, I was met with a scene that radiated the club's distinctive pride. Nestled within a serene corner of the academy's grounds, this secluded haven promised a unique experience.
The training space was a harmonious blend of nature and purposeful design. Towering trees created a protective canopy, their leaves allowing soft sunlight to filter through.
In the heart of this serene setting stood a substantial wooden building—the indoor training hall. Its quaint exterior hinted at the hours of diligent practice that took place within those walls.
It was obvious that the design of this place was inspired by the Elves that invaded this world, but the human touch was also there, showing its modernity.
The outdoor training focal point—a meticulously crafted shooting range. It was a testament to the club's unwavering dedication, an arena for perfecting the art of archery.
Targets of various shapes and distances were positioned thoughtfully, some stationary while others moved in complex patterns.
Even though there seemed to be a lot to there, since members were gathered on the open area of the Club grounds, I didn't walk any further.
FLINCH
Suddenly my body flinched as I got chills.
"Tch. Nowadays, it seems everyone likes to glare daggers at others." I mumbled, clicking my tongue.
Feeling another but a lot stronger stinging gaze, I turned my head to the source. There again, I could Lilia as she was looking at me.
Different from Irene, Lilia's gaze didn't look like she was glaring daggers at me, but my senses were saying this was a lot more dangerous. Her slightly calm gaze felt more dangerous.
'It doesn't matter.'
Now, some may think that why was I like that to the people whom I know the strength?
The answer is simple. I don't care.
They could destroy my future career by pressuring me but it is not like I am planning to be a renowned hunter in the future.
It is not something I deserve anyway.
Also, this girl is already a picky person with a high attitude, so unless you simply bow your head and lick such people's shoes, they will pick up on you regardless of your attitude.
Anyway, while I was thinking about those, I felt two strong presences coming.
Two people before the crowd were intentionally releasing their aura as they were looking at the newcomers.
The captain, Adrian Castillo, stood tall with an air of authority.
His voice rang out with assurance, "Archery is not just a skill; it's an art, a display of precision and elegance. We uphold the legacy of the finest archers in history, and we welcome those who believe they have what it takes to embrace this noble path."
I knew him from the game.
He was a highly competitive person whose sole purpose was to become the next Bow Emperor, taking the title of the current one.
An induvial with a cold expression, the tallest among them, a young man with striking silver hair. His posture was impeccable, and his cerulean eyes bore a hint of condescension as he surveyed the assembly.
'It is really sad that your competitive spirit is toxic.' I thought.
As an induvial whose purposes clashed with the girl who was glaring daggers at me, in the end, he was going to enter fierce competition with her.
And would lose everything. His title, his name, and his social life because behind his cold façade laid an egoist guy who looked down on others and blackmailed people using his family name and resources.
A person who thought he was of noble blood, a person who was an elitist like Victor.
His gaze stayed on Lilia for a second before turning to the girl who strove forward. But I could see a dirty desire in that gaze; even Lilia seemed to sense it as she tensed up slightly.
Beside Adrian stood a poised young woman with raven-black hair cascading down her shoulders. Her gaze held a touch of haughtiness as she regarded the gathered students. "I am Elara, the vice-captain of the Archery Club," she announced, her voice silky yet commanding.
"As the captain spoke, our purpose here is to become the best, and those who don't wish to compete shall take their leave."
The girl who would later become the best helper of, Lilia and would become the heroine instead of her place-Elara Holden.
With everything set in stone, the clubs started.
Chapter 54 - Archery Club (2)
After the initial greetings finished, the senior members led the newcomers through the area, their steps echoing with an air of authority. Adrian, the captain, explained, "Here in the Archery Club, we train to achieve mastery over precision and timing. This range is designed to challenge your accuracy, your ability to adapt to changing conditions, and to develop an unerring eye."
Elara, the vice-captain, continued, "The indoor training hall is equipped with state-of-the-art equipment to analyze and perfect your form. Remember, every detail matters in archery—from how you stand to how you breathe. It's about becoming one with your bow and arrow, and that requires unwavering dedication."
The reason why such equipment was dedicated to the Archery grounds was that the Current Bow Empress was a student who graduated from Arcadia Academy.
'As expected, coming here was the right choice.' Astron thought. Even though he thought he may have wasted his time before coming here, now that he saw the facilities, it was evident that this was the correct choice.
As Astron listened, he watched as club members demonstrated their skills, their arrows flying with elegance and fluidity that seemed almost otherworldly. The environment was intense yet inviting, a place where dedicated marksmen could thrive.
There was a reason why the students there were displaying such amazing skills. It was because they were the ones that left after the competitive setting of the club left the ones without any skill out.
And just to explain this to newcomers, Elara continued to speak. "However, let me be clear—the Archery Club is not for the faint of heart. Our standards are high, and our expectations are even higher. We are not interested in mediocrity; we seek excellence. Those who cannot meet our standards will not remain."
Then, Adrian turned his attention to the sides.
"The way you will be eliminated will be related to your performances on the practical tests. If your notes don't meet our standards, we will subject you to a test where we will test your skills and dedication. And then, we will decide whether you will stay in this club or not."
As Adrina finished his words, he turned his attention to the students around them. "Any questions?"
"….." Nobody answered since none of them had the guts to do so, and those who had didn't have any questions.
"No? Good." Seeing that his message was conveyed, Adrian finished his words.
"Then, before we finish, please come here and take your identity cards," Elara said, pointing towards the cards on the table.
"This card will let you have access to club facilities no other can access. Don't ever lose it since we won't be giving anyone another one."
As her words sank, the members made their way toward the table and took their cards.
A card with a simple symbol of a woman holding a bow in her hands with the bow stretched and aimed at the sky.
"Now, we are finished for today. You can stay here and train. You can also watch the seniors if you want, and you are free to leave if you wish to do so." As Elara finished, the newcomers looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
Just like that, the orientation finished.
******
As everyone got their identity cards and the instructions finished, we were left alone in the club room.
Some of the newcomers looked uncertain, unsure whether to stay and train, watch the seniors in action, or leave altogether.
'Well, now we shall start with the reason why I am here for.' I thought.
For me, the choice was clear. I was here to learn, to absorb as much as I could from those who had already mastered the art of archery to a certain extent and make it my own. I made my way toward the area where the senior members were training, drawn by the prospect of observing their techniques up close.
As I approached, I could see a bunch of seniors training there. Even though the place was fairly empty since it was Friday evening and it was quite late, I still had enough material to observe.
I was keen on observing their techniques, understanding both their strengths and areas that could be improved.
'It is time to do what I am the best at.' I thought. Observing and understanding.
SWOOSH THUD
One of the seniors exhibited a meticulous approach. Their stance was composed, with every muscle in their body appearing taut yet controlled. Their grip on the bow was unwavering, and the release of the arrow was seamless, showing years of disciplined training.
'Hmm…He is more reliant on his strength than his usage of mana.' I analyzed. He was a slightly bulky person, and the bow he was using was a longbow with a big string that could exert a lot of strength.
'This is certainly not my style, but the way he uses his muscles is certainly different.' Looking back at my posture, I compared both in my head.
Analyzing their style, I recognized the impact of their body build – robust and sturdy, favoring the immense draw weight of the longbow. It was a strategy that prioritized power, reflecting the anatomy of someone with developed pectorals and biceps. Comparing this to my own leaner form and the compound bow I favored, I mentally noted the unique muscular distribution required for their method.
However, that didn't mean I couldn't use it. With enough training, I was sure to adapt this to my own.
But there was one thing that made this way of using a bow less effective. It was the fact that the usage of muscles overly would make it harder to move swiftly. That meant he was more like a sniper that attacked with high firepower.
'But if I manage to compress this style onto my upper body while making myself swift. Certainly, this seems adaptable to other styles.' I took a note and continued.
Delving into my analysis, I focused on another senior's technique. Their movements flowed fluidly, reminiscent of a dancer's grace. Their posture exhibited dynamic adjustments with every shot – an adaptable approach that showcased their agility. Muscles like the obliques, glutes, and quadriceps seemed to work harmoniously to maintain balance even during the action of shooting.
She was training in the middle of a square training room where a lot of moving targets and projectiles aimed at her tested her skills.
'A dynamic way of fighting. This made me remember Turks of the past.' I thought. Even though I was a gamer, I liked studying war arts, and the warriors of Turks always got my attention with their horse-on-fighting style. Turning my attention to the seniors again, I analyzed her.
'Her dynamic vision is certainly impressive. But, this style doesn't suit her.' The way she moved was certainly fast, but the fact that she was missing a lot of information about the environment and the moving targets made her not suited for such a style since she was constantly wasting a lot of energy while trying to dodge the arrows that she noticed at the last second.
However, it seems she was also aware of that since she was trying to develop her style.
I contemplated the versatility of their style and how their reliance on different muscle groups aligned with their choice of a recurve bow. Their lithe and nimble form, apparent in their lean yet toned appearance, allowed them to manipulate the bow's agility to its fullest. Comparing this to my own posture, I pondered the balance between power and finesse.
'Even though she is not completely using it and needs to work on her awareness, certainly the way she is using her body to move this swiftly is impressive. I can clearly see the difference between those two.' I thought, registering the strength of each style.
Lastly, my focus shifted to another senior whose actions were swift and purposeful. Their execution appeared efficient, suggesting a deep understanding of the equipment. Muscles like the brachialis, extensor carpi radialis brevis, and infraspinatus seemed to be activated with precision, facilitating controlled movements and accuracy.
This senior's posture conveyed a sense of purpose, with each movement executed with minimal wasted effort. I recognized that their approach was centered around precise targeting and quick follow-up shots. It was evident that their training was dedicated to accuracy and rapid-fire, a testament to their meticulous discipline and mastery of timing.
The way he instantly fired his shots like he was using a gun made me watch in awe.
'What a precise marksmanship.' Immediately recording his body in my mind, I was about to leave since the day was about to end, and I needed to train before going to rest.
However, just as I was about to leave, at the corner of the training grounds, I saw a figure standing alone.
It was Elara, the vice-captain.
SWOOSH SWOOSH
Arrows moved swiftly, each finding their mark. But the thing that made her most impressive was not her posture or anything. It was the way she utilized mana.
'It is incredible.' It was my first time seeing such a good mana utilization aside from Irina and Elanor, but they were both monsters in their own way.
'Certainly, seniors are really good.'
She moved with a fluidity that seemed almost choreographed, her every action purposeful and economical. She almost didn't make any unnecessary movements like she knew her body limits to the maximum.
'This is how it should be. Knowing your body and adapting your technique to it.' I remembered the figure under the moonlight, which was moving in a way that was similar but better than this. He also moved effectively without wasting any time.
'As a grimoire that was specified for me, it is showing me the direction. I understand it a lot better now.' I mused.
Seeing her and other seniors certainly helped me to see where my position was at. As I kept observing Elara, I could feel the mana around her getting chilly.
She was using Ice mana and imbuing her arrows with it.
'She can even imbue specific type of mana on her arrows now, it seems. She must be good since they teach it at the start of the second year.'
This meant she didn't have too much time to practice, yet she could do it here, and that meant she was talented at it.
SWOOSH CRACK
When her arrows imbued with ice hit the targets, the ice spurted from the tip of the arrow, making them surrounded by it.
SWOOSH BOOM
And with an explosion of fire, the frozen targets were blown up. I could see a faint smile on her face as she looked at her craft.
Her bowmanship was a harmony of efficient muscle engagement and expert mana control. Arrows imbued with distinct properties shot forth with swift precision, each strike hitting its mark unerringly.
Elara's mastery over her craft was undeniable, and her expertise with mana manipulation was particularly remarkable. Her seamless integration of technique and energy imbuing was a sight to behold, setting her apart as a true markswoman.
As I was about to leave, I felt her gaze on me momentarily. She looked at me for a second and nodded in acknowledgment.
'It seems she can at least appreciate others.' And then she returned and continued her training, and I, too, concluded my observations.
With newfound insights, I withdrew from my observation spot and entered the indoor training hall provided by the club.
Armed with a deeper understanding of the various styles, I was eager to improve on my personal practice session. Guided by the lessons learned from the seniors, I focused on refining my posture, enhancing my mana control, and perfecting my aim.
The Archery Club's training area had become my haven of improvement, and I was determined to adapt and evolve my own technique.
Chapter 55 - Archery Club (3)
"Haaah….Haaah….This is certainly working." I mumbled to myself, breathing heavily.
Then, I took a look around me as I walked outside of the training room. Arrows had stabbed the walls as the signs of battle could be seen.
The place I was in was the Archery Club facilities, that was different from the training grounds provided by the academy.
This one had rather better simulations and better monsters for one to train. As you might be expected, the training rooms didn't create a monster, but they created their simulations and holograms, but at the end of the day, they were Artificial Beings created by technology.
Therefore, the more advanced the technology used was, the better the efficiency. Of course, being arguably the best academy in the world, Arcadia Hunter Academy had access to the best facilities.
The problem lay in them only being accessible to high-ranking students. Capitalism was it.
In any case, thanks to the better facilities provided by the club room, I could focus on my training, and I can easily say now that I have improved.
And I had been training non-stop for the rest of the evening.
'It is 1 AM. I guess I should head back.' With that thought, I got out of the training rooms and entered the general hall.
SWOOSH
A small wind blew through my face. The sound of the wind was accompanied by a captivating sight. There, amidst the quiet intensity of the training hall, Lilia stood gracefully.
Her distinctive green hair and piercing red eyes gave her an almost ethereal aura. She moved with an innate elegance as she expertly handled her bow, her form a harmonious blend of fluidity and precision.
Looking at her like that, I could easily see why she was revered as a Campus Belle. Her face was perfectly beautiful, and it was satisfying to watch from an aesthetic perspective. But that was it.
'Though, I wish it was the same for her character and ego.' I mused as I observed her.
What truly caught my attention, however, was her exceptional mana control. The way she seamlessly imbued her arrows with mana, manipulating their properties with finesse, was nothing short of remarkable.
'As a first-year, her mana control is certainly of the rooks. As expected from the fourth-ranked student.' I thought.
Caught in the midst of her training, Lilia seemed unaware of her surroundings.
But as she completed her current set, her gaze shifted, and our eyes met briefly. There was a flicker of recognition in her crimson eyes, but it quickly turned into a dismissive indifference.
I knew what that recognition meant. It was her type of remembering people that offended her.
Without a word or a hint of acknowledgment, she resumed her training, leaving me standing there, an unnoticed presence. It was a stark reminder of the distance that separated us, not just physically but also in terms of our lineage and social standings.
Well, that was to be expected, and I didn't have anything to see more; thus, I simply left and made my way toward my room.
It is not like that was something important anyway.
******
RUSTLE RUSTLE
As the swift breeze of the next day passed me, I kept running, improving my physical aspects.
It was Saturday. Therefore, not many people were around aside from those who really wished to improve themselves. Those diligent ones that I could see.
I made morning runs my routine, as I was running at least one hour before beginning my day. It was good for both my physical aspects and my mental health as I could get time to think to myself.
SWOOSH
But, just at that moment, I felt something passing me at a rapid speed.
"Hey, Julia, slow down."
And behind me, a voice that I was familiar with came.
'Ethan.'
"Huff….Hufff…."
It was our protagonist who was running while breathing heavily. His blue hair was messed up, and his hazel eyes were determined.
"Heh…Don't tell me you are going to stop now!" The girl who just went passed me like a bullet shouted with a smile. "If you're throwing in the towel, just admit it!"
Though her words were aimed at Ethan, her attention remained on him even as she kept her distance. Her ivory-white hair remained pristine, untouched by perspiration. There was a certain tomboyish charm in her arrogant yet cheeky grin.
"Sigh….Okay, okay. I give up. Just slow down, okay?" Ethan, who had already reached us, said as he made waved his hand. "Today's dinner is on me." With a defeated expression, Ethan said.
'It seems they made a bet.' I thought. 'This is a very Julia-like thing.'
"Oh, Astron. Good morning." However, it seems our protagonist could see me under my hood."
"Don't talk to me."
But I had no interest in talking to them. My focus was momentarily shifted by the bullet-like phenomenon that had breezed past me, but now that I identified it as Julia, I resumed my pace without further ado.
"As cold as always." Ethan's remark trailed after me as I propelled myself forward, a lone figure against the morning backdrop.
A faint smile from Julia accompanied my pass-by, but I paid it no heed, allowing the steady rhythm of my run to carry me further.
******
After Astron left, Julia approached Ethan, who looked at the departing figure with a smile.
SMACK
"Why are you smiling like an idiot?" She asked as she smacked him on his back.
"Kurgh-" The sudden impact caused him to let out a surprised, slightly pained noise, and he coughed as the water he had just consumed went down the wrong way. "What the hell? What are you doing?" Ethan asked, clearly perplexed by her unexpected actions.
"It is fine, it is fine," Julia said, her face containing a mischievous smile.
Ethan cleared his throat, regaining his composure. "You really need to warn a guy before you do that."
Julia shrugged casually. "Where's the fun in that?"
Ethan chuckled, rubbing the spot on his back that had taken the brunt of her playful attack. "Fair enough."
They exchanged an amused glance before turning their attention back to Astron's departed figure.
"He's as mysterious as ever," Ethan mused, his smile softening into a thoughtful expression.
Julia raised an eyebrow. "You're interested in him, aren't you?"
"Well, he is certainly interesting. Whenever I talk to him, he always cuts me off." Ethan said as he shook his head.
"It is the first time I am seeing someone getting interested in others because that someone cut them off," Julia said, her gaze squinting. "Don't tell me. Are you into this?"
"Pfffft…." Innocent Ethan, who just wanted to drink his water, spurted everything out once again as he looked at Julia in bewilderment. "Where did you get it from?" He asked, looking at her blankly.
'These two twins are certainly good at teasing.' Ethan thought. It seemed Julia and Lucas shared this same prospect when it came to teasing.
"AHAHHAHA! Look at his reaction; it's priceless," Julia exclaimed, her grin widening. Her hair, pure white as snow, glowed in the morning sunlight. Despite her angelic appearance, her playful behavior often overshadowed her feminine side.
"Sigh…. You're thoroughly enjoying this, aren't you?" Ethan said, his tone resigned. Despite her teasing, he found comfort in her lightheartedness. Hanging out with her was just easier than dealing with the likes of Lilia or other girls.
"Wow, Sherlock. Isn't it obvious?" Julia replied, her playful smile persisting.
"…."
"I thought as much."
"Sigh…."
"Anyway, spill it. Why are you so interested in him?" Julia's expression grew serious. "He doesn't seem worth your attention. No strength, no connections."
Even though Julia was rather tomboyish and dumb, she lived in a world where strength mattered, and she knew how important one's strength and standing were.
And Astron had neither of them. Neither did he have any connections, nor he had any individual strength to stand on his own.
Ethan took a moment before answering, his gaze distant. "It's intuition, I suppose. There's just something about him that piques my curiosity. And you know how my intuition has always worked."
If Astron was there, he would certainly say it was the intuition of the protagonist.
Julia's eyebrows raised, a knowing smile curving her lips. "Oh, I definitely know. Your 'intuition' is usually scarily accurate."
Ethan scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Yeah, well, you've seen it in action. It's like a gut feeling, and it's never let me down before."
Julia's grin widened. "Remember the time you 'intuitively' found that rare artifact in the game we played? Everyone thought you were crazy until you actually dug it up."
Ethan chuckled, the memory clear in his mind. "Yeah, that was something."
Julia bumped her shoulder against his playfully. "I've always said you've got some sort of sixth sense."
Ethan chuckled again, nudging her back. "Maybe I do. But in this case, I'm not sure what it's telling me about Astron."
Julia's playful demeanor softened, a more serious look in her eyes. "Just be careful, okay? Intuition or not, not everyone is what they seem. Just like you, I am also getting a weird feeling from him." Julia said.
Even though it was not as strong as Ethan's, Julia was also a warrior and swordsman. Thus, she also felt something was amiss with Astron.
Ethan nodded thoughtfully. "I get that feeling, too, honestly. But I don't think he's a bad guy. He's just… different. Maybe a bit edgy, but not necessarily malicious."
Julia crossed her arms, looking at Ethan with a skeptical expression. "Edgy? Is that your professional analysis?"
Ethan chuckled. "Hey, it's the best I can come up with at the moment. There's more to him than meets the eye, that's for sure."
Julia sighed, her gaze softening as she looked at Ethan. "Just promise me you won't get too involved if things start getting strange."
Ethan placed a hand over his heart in mock sincerity. "I solemnly swear I won't dive headfirst into trouble."
Julia rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. "I'm holding you to that."
SMACK
But suddenly, another smack fell onto the back of Ethan, making him stagger.
"What now?" He looked at Julia with annoyance this time as her joke was getting off the chart.
She smiled warmly, her hand ruffling his hair. "Now, come on, let's get some breakfast. You owe me after losing that race."
Ethan rolled his eyes, but a grin tugged at his lips. "Fine, fine. But one day, I'll win, mark my words."
As they walked away, their laughter echoed through the academy grounds, a testament to the bond between childhood friends who knew each other better than anyone else.
However, in the back of her head, Julia made a mental note about the boy whom her friend was interested in. Though, she forgot it instantly….
Chapter 56 - History and Arts Club
Inside the forest of the Arcadia Hunter Academy on Saturday, I walked alone, making my way to the meeting place sent by the History and Arts Guild (Club).
Not many people were still present since today was the weekend, and most students had lost their drive to study after their initial excitement left them.
Looking at the leaves the signs of the approaching winter could be seen on the leaves of the forest.
RUSTLE RUSTLE
As I felt the sounds of footsteps coming behind me, I slightly turned my gaze towards there only to see a certain familiar person there.
'Sylvie.'
Well, since she didn't approach me, I didn't approach her either as I simply walked to the gathering place, and after three minutes of walk, I reached there.
After approximately three minutes of walking, I arrived at the appointed location. The clearing before me was surrounded by trees, offering a serene and natural setting.
The area was spacious enough to accommodate a group comfortably, and a makeshift arrangement of logs and rocks served as seating. The ground was covered with a carpet of fallen leaves, creating a rustling underfoot as I moved.
Rays of sunlight pierced through the gaps in the leaves above, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor.
The ambiance was calm and tranquil, a stark contrast to the bustling energy of the Academy's main campus. I took a moment to appreciate the serenity before me.
But just at that moment, I heard an exciting voice coming before me.
"Ah, you are here!"
Turning towards the source of the voice, I found myself facing a shade of purple-colored silky hair and excited blue eyes. Her bright and enthusiastic smile was infectious, as was her exuberant tone.
"Senior Maya," I greeted with a nod, acknowledging her presence.
She approached with a spirited skip in her step, a sense of eagerness filling the air. "You are the first one to arrive." She spoke with a small smile. "Guess what? I brought snacks! You've got to try them!" Her enthusiasm was hard to ignore.
Before I could react, she extended a bag of snacks toward me, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Come on, don't be shy! You're going to love these. Just take one."
"I don't want to," I answered the same as before. This time the smell coming from the snacks somehow made me uncomfortable.
She didn't wait for my refusal to sink in, her excitement not waning in the slightest. "Oh, come on! Don't be such a stick in the mud. One won't hurt."
"I don't want to."
"Come on, just take it."
"No."
"Hey. Listen to this senior once. I guarantee you will love it".
Seeing that resistance was futile against her infectious energy, I gave in with a sigh and accepted the bag of snacks. "Just one, then."
A triumphant grin lit up Maya's face. "I knew you'd give in, Mister Gloomy Edge lord! Enjoy!"
Just as I was beginning to munch on the snack, another presence caught Maya's attention. It was a presence that was trying to hide, but Maya and I were able to feel her since she was not particularly good at it.
Her gaze shifted, and a warm smile greeted the newcomer. "Sylvie! You're here too!" Maya's voice practically sang with delight. Sylvie, who had just arrived, offered a small wave.
FLINCH
"G-good Morning, Senior Maya."
I could see Sylvie flinching behind the tree as she stuttered.
"You're just in time! Have some snacks!" Maya's enthusiasm didn't waver as she extended the bag of snacks toward Sylvie. Sylvie hesitated, looking at Maya with a horrified expression, but in the end, she couldn't do much about it.
"I-I will get one then." I didn't know why she was behaving like that, but it was probably because of Maya's overbearing excitement.
Seeing them like that, I made my way back to a small tree and leaned on them, grabbed the book from my bracelet, and started reading it.
I was not in the mood to talk with others, especially with Maya, who was too bright for my liking.
As I leaned against the tree, opening the book from my bracelet, a sense of calm settled over me. The rustling leaves above, and the distant sounds of the forest created a serene atmosphere. I was eager to lose myself in the world of words and knowledge, hoping to find solace in the pages before me.
However, my tranquility was abruptly shattered by Maya's energetic presence. It was as if she materialized out of thin air, her enthusiasm palpable even before she spoke.
"Junior!" Maya's voice rang out, full of cheer and exuberance. I reluctantly tore my gaze from the book, facing her with mild irritation.
"What?" I replied, my tone cool and detached. I wasn't in the mood for small talk or Maya's overwhelming energy.
Looking at back, I could see Sylvie looking at me with a squinting gaze, but she also looked relieved.
Maya plopped down next to me, her bright blue eyes wide with curiosity. "What are you reading?" She leaned in, seemingly uninterested in personal space.
"Just a book," I answered tersely, hoping she'd take the hint and move along.
She leaned in closer, undeterred by personal space. "Come on, Junior, give me something more exciting than that!"
From the way she behaved, I was getting really irritated. This woman basically always intruded on my space, making me uncomfortable.
Just as I was about to fend her off suddenly she stood up.
"Ah, Amelia is here." And left immediately, leaving me alone.
'I am saved.' I thought. Right now, I am seriously considering my decision to join this club. But looking at the blonde girl throwing gazes at me, I once again remembered why I was there and turned my attention to the book.
As the forest clearing retained its serene atmosphere, the members of the History and Arts Club began to trickle in, each adding their own presence to the gathering. The tranquil ambiance was gradually enlivened by the chatter and laughter of the arriving students.
One after another, unfamiliar faces joined the group – mostly freshmen like me, their features brimming with curiosity and excitement. Slowly, the senior members also made their appearance, adding their familiarity and experience to the mix.
And then, my gaze fell on one individual who I knew had a significant role in my presence here.
A boy, his countenance a blend of striking handsomeness and an ever-present, amiable smile, entered the scene. His presence radiated a sense of ease and approachability, qualities that undoubtedly made him a natural leader among the club members.
His sandy-brown hair caught the sunlight, and his green eyes held a glint of mischief. There was a casual confidence about him as if he was effortlessly comfortable in his own skin. He carried himself with an air of camaraderie, moving through the gathering with a certain charm that seemed to put everyone at ease.
But beneath the surface of his easygoing demeanor, I knew that there was something more to him.
And that was for a reason.
FLINCH
Then, without warning, a surge of potent emotions washed over me. The sensation was overpowering, a torrent of intense anger and hatred that pierced through my being.
'What is this.'
It was as if the air had thickened, heavy with a malevolent aura that surrounded the young man in question.
Looking at the boy, he was now covered with a small black aura, as if he was different from others.
'What is happening.'
THUMP
My heart started breathing fast and strong; my balance was broken. Something was affecting me.
As the unsettling emotions coursed through me, I couldn't ignore the intensity of the sensation. It was as if a storm was raging within, fueled by an unfamiliar yet undeniable hatred and anger.
'Calm down.'
I fought to steady my breathing, my mind racing to grasp the origin of this overwhelming feeling.
Observing the young man who seemed to be at the center of this maelstrom, I began connecting the dots. The aura surrounding him wasn't a figment of my imagination; it was real, tangible. And it was unmistakably dark, an embodiment of something sinister.
'It is because he is a demon contractor.'
I knew his identity from the game, and he would be the first reason that made me join this club.
'Mason Kent.'
It was his name. A character who had contracted a demon even at the start of the academy because his family is already working for the Villain Society in the association.
'But, where does this feeling come from?' The moment I asked this question to myself, the answer revealed itself.
'It is because of my passive skill.'
Vengeful Bane.
'It must be because of that.'
That passive skill made me stronger against demons which also seemed to make me able to sense their hidden energy.
"This makes sense now," I mumbled and closed my eyes.
"What makes sense?"
At that moment, a voice that I wanted to avoid came before me.
"….."
"Junior? Why are you sweating? Are you hot?" Maya's vibrant presence loomed, her blue eyes peering into mine, seemingly seeing through me.
Maya's inquiry pulled me back to reality, and I realized that my discomfort was apparent. Attempting to regain composure, I shook my head slightly. "It's nothing."
Unfazed by my response, Maya's enthusiasm seemed unwavering. She reached into her bag, producing a chilled snack and offering it to me. "Here, this might help you cool down."
I really didn't want to eat that snack, but it was a small price to fend this woman off before me. Right now, I absolutely needed to take control of my emotions.
I accepted the cold snack with a nod, appreciating the gesture despite my persistent unease. It was a simple Ice-cream that seemed to come from Maya's spatial artifact.
'Just how many snacks she has?' I thought as I took a bite. At that moment, a bitter and sour taste spread through my body, making me flinch.
'This is so bad.' I wanted to spit it out, but I refrained. It would seem too rude.
"Thanks," I was able to mutter even in the midst of such a feeling.
Senior Maya beamed in response. "No problem, Junior! You should always stay refreshed and ready."
Before I could respond, the members of the club began to gather more actively, a noticeable shift in the atmosphere signaling the start of their functions. As the group assembled, Maya's role as a senior became evident as she efficiently directed everyone's attention.
"All right, everyone! Let's get started. First, I want to welcome all the new members. We're thrilled to have you here." Maya's voice held a warm and inviting tone as she addressed the newcomers, including myself.
As Maya continued to speak, her voice filled with passion, she began to outline the club's purpose and goals. The History and Arts Club aimed to explore and dissect the world as it existed before the Nexus Convergence – the event that transformed our world by introducing mana and magic.
The remnants of the past, both in terms of historical events and artistic expressions, held the key to understanding the roots of our present reality. This was what the club wanted to convey to the world.
"Our focus is on uncovering the layers of history, art, and culture that shaped the world before the Nexus Convergence. We believe that delving into these aspects not only enhances our knowledge but also enriches our perspective on the current world we inhabit."
However, as Maya spoke, my gaze was on the boy who was silently observing Sylvie, probably trying to find a way to get closer to her.
'First you, then your family. I will not spare those dogs that sold themselves to demons either.'
CLENCH
Clenching my fists, I swore to myself.
'I will erase everyone connected to demons. And I will start with you.'
Looking at the innocent smiling two-faced before me, I relaxed my breath. Now was not the time to do such a thing.
Chapter 57 - History and Arts Club (2)
After the orientation of the History and Art Club met its end, Maya spoke to everyone with a happy tone.
"All right, everyone! That's a wrap for today's orientation!" Maya's voice carried a joyful tone as she addressed the gathered members. "I'm so glad to see so many new faces joining us on this journey of discovery."
CLAP CLAP CLAP
A round of applause and cheers erupted from the group, a clear indicator of the positive energy that had taken root during the club's inaugural meeting. It was all thanks to Maya, who was spreading energy around like a radiant sun.
Senior Maya's ability to lead and engage was evident in the way the members responded to her, and it was clear that her genuine excitement resonated with everyone present.
"Thank you all for being a part of this," She continued, her expression radiating gratitude. "For the time being, we are still working on the future arrangements, but rest assured we will hold future travels that would help with our history research."
The excitement in the air was palpable, and as Maya's words settled, I noticed the sense of camaraderie that had formed among the members.
The differences in backgrounds, experiences, and perspectives seemed to fade into the background as a shared curiosity and passion took center stage.
'Does she know that most of the people here joined this club just for the sake of free credits, I wonder?' I thought.
Even though clubs are not mandatory, attending the events that were organized by the clubs would increase one's score in the academy. It was like extra optional points that would be offered in some courses at the college.
"Anyway, we will end our orientation with this. We will meet next Saturday here again, and we will talk about how art has progressed after mana has come into our world." Senior Maya's voice held an excited tone, her eyes gleaming with anticipation for the next gathering.
Her words were met with nods and smiles from the members, the promise of another engaging discussion bringing a sense of eagerness.
With her final announcement, the orientation came to a close, and the clearing was soon filled with the sounds of shuffling and laughter as the members began to disperse.
Some engaged in animated conversations, others lingered to exchange contact information, and a sense of camaraderie lingered in the air.
Most students here joined this club with their friends. Thus, the conversations flowed swiftly. There were even some freshmen who wanted to flirt with Maya.
With furtive glances and smirks, they initiated a somewhat clumsy attempt at flirtation with Maya. "Hey there, Senior Maya," one of them began, his tone slightly nervous but attempting to sound confident. "You've definitely made this club a lot more exciting."
His expression was blatantly nervous, and he had a small blush on his cheeks.
Observing this unfolding scene, I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in bemusement. 'Seriously? Are they really trying to win her over on the very first day?' The sheer audacity of their endeavor left me both astounded and slightly amused.
And it was not only me but others as well since people looked at the scene with amused expressions.
But the boy couldn't continue as he almost fainted from embarrassment. Seeing this, another boy chimed in, his words a bit more practiced, "Yeah, and we were wondering if maybe you'd want to explore the history of our hearts too." His approach was marginally smoother, but the awkwardness still lingered in his tone.
'Nah…' I winced internally, cringing at the spectacle before me. The audacity and lack of self-awareness on their part were almost painful to witness. I couldn't help but turn my gaze away, unable to bear the secondhand embarrassment any longer.
In a swift and timely move, Maya's friend Amelia intervened, stepping forward with a touch of annoyance coloring her expression. "Boys, boys," she chided mockingly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You might want to practice those pick-up lines a bit more and maybe work on your overall presentation too."
The boys blinked in surprise, clearly taken aback by the unexpected interruption. Amelia's acerbic comment seemed to momentarily stun them into silence, leaving their flattery hanging in the air like a deflated balloon.
Amelia's gaze shifted, her mocking tone now directed at me. "And if you're going to try and win a lady's heart, at least look as handsome as our gloomy friend here." Her words were laced with playful mockery, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she playfully pointed in my direction.
'What is this woman doing all of a sudden?' My eyebrows shot up in surprise at being singled out, my expression caught between bewilderment and mild irritation.
"Tch."
"Ah, now he clicked his tongue. Mr. Edgelord." Amelia spoke with an amicable smile, looking at me. For some reason, she seemed to like to tease me, which I haven't liked even a bit.
"Cough…." I cleared my throat, attempting to respond, but Amelia had already moved on, leaving behind a chorus of laughter from those who had witnessed the exchange.
Maya, on the other hand, was handling the situation with her usual grace. Ignoring Amelia's teasing and the boys' flustered reactions, she retrieved a bag of snacks from her belongings, offering it to them. "Here, have some snacks," she said, her smile still radiant. "It might help you recover from that rough start."
The boys accepted the snacks with a mixture of gratitude and residual embarrassment, their flushed cheeks earning more chuckles from the surrounding members. Maya's ability to diffuse awkward situations with charm was nothing short of impressive.
'As expected, she is a natural leader.' I thought. This girl was bright and happy-looking, but not everyone with such qualities could direct a crowd in such a manner.
If she was doing this unknowingly, she was a natural genius at managing crowds, and if she was doing this knowingly, then she was a scary monster. That was all I could say.
As the encounter came to an end, the boys eventually retreated from the scene, their confidence slightly dented. Maya refocused her attention on the members, her warmth and enthusiasm once again guiding the atmosphere as the orientation concluded.
I started packing my things up as well, but at that moment, my gaze went to the brown-haired boy who was approaching Sylvie.
THUMP
My heart started beating faster again.
'He is using his mana.' I instinctually knew that he was using his demonic energy, even though it was in a small manner.
'He also probably did this when he first came through the gathering place.' Probably the way to trigger my [Vengeful Bane] was related to the demonic energy. Since I hadn't felt any anger, neither did my heartbeat increase while we were conducting the orientation.
Observing from a distance, I watched as Mason Kent approached Sylvie. His presence exuded confidence and charisma, drawing attention effortlessly. In his outstretched hand rested a seemingly insignificant item, and his tone as he spoke to Sylvie carried a veneer of innocence, a façade that was difficult to decipher.
"Excuse me," Mason's voice was smooth, his expression politely apologetic. "I believe you dropped this." He presented the small object to Sylvie, his green eyes holding a friendly warmth.
Sylvie blinked in surprise, her gaze shifting from the object to Mason and back again. A mix of gratitude and curiosity danced across her features, evident in the way her lips curved into a small smile as she accepted the item. It was a fleeting interaction, but something about it felt off-kilter.
As I observed closely, what intrigued me more was the subtle shift in Sylvie's demeanor. The usual brightness in her eyes seemed to dim ever so slightly, a cloud of uncertainty passing over her usual alert presence.
'As expected, it was because of his demonic mana.' I concluded.
Mason's words seemed to have a lingering effect, causing a momentary furrow in Sylvie's brow as she hesitated, her response momentarily delayed.
It was a fraction of a second, hardly noticeable to anyone who wasn't actively paying attention. Yet, for someone like me who had grown accustomed to observing the smallest of details, it was a telltale sign that something was amiss.
Because when interacting with someone that you don't know, the average response time would be 1 to 3 seconds. However, in the case of Sylvie, her average response time was exactly 2.3.
But, right now, this was extended by a whole second since the time it took for her to respond was 3.4 seconds.
It was obvious that this guy had the effect the cloud one's judgment.
'That explains why Sylvie randomly expected such a thing. It seems they had prepared for something extraordinary, even to trick her.' I thought.
Their goal was Sylvie's. Therefore, it was obvious that they knew about her talent.
In the future, she would be key to discerning demons and damaging them, which was a threat to them as well.
Even though I am not sure if she has awakened her talent right now or not, demons are probably cautious about this right now. ((N1))
Sylvie accepted the item with a gracious nod, slipping it into her pocket with a small smile. "Thank you," she said politely, her gaze fixed on Mason. "By the way, I don't think we've met before. What's your name?"
Mason's smile remained friendly as he extended a hand toward Sylvie. "Apologies for not introducing myself earlier. I'm Mason Kent, a fellow member of the History and Arts Club. It's a pleasure to meet you, Sylvie."
As Sylvie shook his hand, I observed the subtle shift in Mason's demeanor. His words were polite, but there was a hint of something more in the way he held her gaze.
It was as if he was using his mana to create a fleeting connection, a subtle charm that could easily be overlooked by anyone not attuned to such nuances.
Sylvie's smile remained courteous as she acknowledged his introduction. "Nice to meet you too, Mason. Thank you again for returning this to me."
Mason's response was measured, his tone pleasant. "You're welcome, Sylvie. I'm glad I could help. If you ever need anything else, feel free to ask." With a final nod, he excused himself and seamlessly blended back into the conversations happening around us.
Sylvie's attention returned to the group, and I continued to observe from my vantage point. The exchange had been seemingly harmless, yet I knew what his goal was.
The item that he had given to Sylvie. It was a small item that she would forget soon, but an item that would change her future until she remembered it once again.
It was an item that made her academy life hard.
'Abyssal Twin Tracer'
Was the name of the item that guy gave to Sylvie? Its sole purpose is to send its twin pair to its location.
An item that defies technology and is straight up from Demon Realm. This item would be discovered around the later times of the semester by the player, and this is where Sylvie's position would slowly start to reveal itself.
But for now, nobody would know about it aside from me.
As the guy straight up left, Sylvie sat there for a second as she looked like she was thinking about something.
Suddenly, Sylvie's expression changed as if a veil of confusion had descended over her. She blinked a few times, her brow furrowing as if she were struggling to recall something important. Her fingers moved to her pocket, where the item Mason had given her was safely tucked away.
"Um, what was I just thinking about?" Sylvie's voice held a hint of uncertainty as she looked around, seemingly puzzled. It was as if a fog had clouded her memory, erasing the momentary contemplation that had crossed her mind just seconds ago.
The item also had disintegrated itself. Thus, she couldn't find anything.
I watched her from a distance but didn't do anything, as I knew doing something would do more damage than good. If I revealed that I knew about the item, then they would send a lot stronger people to the academy, which I can't afford to risk right now.
'Sorry for endangering you, but this is for the best:' I thought, looking at the girl who was already leaving…..
And following her I left as well….The events of the story were coming closer and closer, and I needed to be prepared enough.
'First demon is going to make its appearance soon.'