Chapter 304 - Moving Pieces
Sylvie groaned, pushing herself up from the ground, her body aching from the impact. Astron's stern gaze remained fixed on her as he urged her to stand.
"Again," he said, his voice firm but unwavering. Sylvie nodded, determination flickering in her eyes despite the soreness in her muscles.
She readied herself for another assault, channeling her mana to enhance her speed and agility. With a renewed sense of focus, she lunged forward once more, aiming for a swift strike.
However, Astron's response was once again swift and precise. He deftly evaded her attack, his movements almost anticipatory. Before Sylvie could react, she felt the touch on her elbows, her arm directed to a different position.
–SWOOSH! –THUD!
Thrown to the ground once again, Sylvie grunted, her frustration mounting. Astron's words echoed in her mind – "Get up."
For the next ten minutes, the training ground became a relentless cycle of Sylvie attacking and Astron effortlessly countering. Each attempt, each strike met with calculated precision, resulting in Sylvie being tossed to the ground repeatedly.
Her body, fueled by determination, pushed through the pain. Each fall became a lesson, a painful reminder of the vast gap in their combat skills. Yet, Sylvie refused to yield.
–SWOOSH! –THUD! –SWOOSH! –THUD!
Her attacks became more varied, attempting kicks, feints, and grapples, but Astron's defense was impenetrable. He seemed to predict her every move, effortlessly nullifying her attempts.
As the ten minutes elapsed, Sylvie's body was covered in sweat, bruises, and aching muscles. But beneath the physical strain, a newfound resilience blossomed within her.
Astron finally called an end to the session. "That's enough for today."
Sylvie, breathing heavily, looked up at him. Despite the exhaustion, there was a glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes. She had faced a relentless challenge, and though she hadn't overcome it completely, she had persisted.
"Rest," Astron instructed, a hint of approval in his tone. "You've made progress, but there's still much to learn."
As Sylvie nodded and headed towards a bench to catch her breath, Astron observed her with an unreadable expression.
It was a grueling training session, but perhaps it was a necessary step for Sylvie to grasp the complexities of combat and continue her journey toward mastery.
"Can you tell me why you haven't been able to land a hit on me?" He suddenly asked, approaching her from the side.
Sylvie, still catching her breath on the bench, looked up as Astron approached. His question caught her off guard, and she blinked, processing the inquiry.
"Why haven't you been able to land a hit on me?" Astron repeated, his tone neutral.
Sylvie scratched her head awkwardly, her gaze flickering between Astron and the training ground. "Uh, well, you're faster and stronger, right?"
Astron shook his head, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "It's not just about speed and strength, Sylvie." With a subtle motion, he slid up the sleeves of his training attire, revealing two bracelets on each arm. "These weighted bracelets restrict my movements. There are also two on my ankles."
Sylvie's eyes widened as she finally noticed the hidden accessories. A mix of realization and embarrassment washed over her. "Oh, I... I didn't know you were wearing those."
As she said that, she averted her gaze as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I didn't consider that. I just thought you were naturally that fast and strong."
'He had weighted bracelets on him all this time? And, I said faster, ignorantly. I must have looked like a dumb beginner.'
She threw a quick look at him, then realized his expression didn't change much.
'Well, he probably doesn't care.'
"Now, what is your answer?" Astron asked once again, looking at Sylvie.
"Um….I don't know how, but you were able to anticipate my movements every time, right?"
"Correct."
"Then, is it because I made them obvious?"
Astron nodded approvingly at Sylvie's quick realization. "You catch on fast," he reiterated.
Standing up, Astron resumed his calm and composed demeanor. "In combat, it's crucial to mask your intentions and read your opponent. That's why I had conducted today's training like this," he explained, gesturing to the weighted bracelets. "You need to learn not only to anticipate your opponent's moves but also to make your actions less predictable."
Sylvie listened attentively, absorbing the wisdom Astron shared. The complexity of combat strategy unfolded before her, and she felt a renewed sense of purpose.
Turning back to her, Astron looked down at Sylvie, who was still seated on the ground. "From now on, we'll focus on training your ability to read your opponent. It's an essential skill that goes beyond just physical strength. You need to understand their intentions, anticipate their actions, and react accordingly."
'Read their intentions, anticipate their actions, and react accordingly.' She repeated her words inwardly as she thought. 'I can see the emotional state of others. Then, if I can develop it, maybe I can even see their thoughts?'
She hadn't previously thought about her powers to be able to read the emotions of others, but after everything that happened in Phantom's Land, she knew she could develop herself further.
'Irina can fight, excel in theory, and even use magic a lot better than me. She is beautiful too….'
She didn't know why, but she was having an inward sense of rivalry after staying together for a while. They occasionally hung out together when Irina and Sylvie were free, and she really thought Irina was a good person and different from the initial impression she gave to others.
However, at the same time, she compared herself to her a little and was disappointed.
"Do you understand?"
Sylvie nodded, determined to grasp this new aspect of combat. "I'll do my best. Teach me how to read my opponent."
Astron's purple eyes met hers, and a flicker of approval crossed his expression. He seemed satisfied inwardly, too. "Good. Next time, we'll start with some exercises to sharpen your observational skills. Pay attention to your opponent's body language, subtle movements, and any patterns they might reveal. You can train with your friends if you wish, but don't take it overboard."
"Un."
"Then, I will take my leave."
As Astron turned to leave, Sylvie nodded and began gathering her things. However, just as she was about to head in the opposite direction, Astron's gaze shifted downward, focusing on her legs.
Feeling a bit self-conscious, Sylvie looked down at her legs and then back at Astron. "Did something matter?" she asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice.
Astron shook his head, a mysterious expression crossing his face. "Nothing. Just a minor observation."
With that, he turned away and walked off, leaving Sylvie slightly perplexed but trusting that there was a purpose behind Astron's scrutiny, though she had failed to notice the small dark energy oozing from the item that had far long disintegrated to her legs before. ((N1))
*******
The vibrant chatter of students filled the air in the classroom, a lively hub of discussion during the lunch break. A group of five friends gathered around a table, their excitement evident as they delved into a recent show that had captivated their attention.
"Hey, did you all catch that new show that aired last night? The one about the group with superpowers in a world without Awakened?"
"Oh yeah! The action scenes were insane! The effects were top-notch. But, did anyone else feel like the main character was a bit off?"
"Totally. I mean, at first, he seemed like this hero, but as the episode progressed, he got darker and darker. It was unexpected."
"That's what made it interesting, though! I love it when shows throw in a curveball. But seriously, who saw that coming? The guy turned out to be a ruthless murderer, not the hero everyone thought."
"I had my suspicions from the start. There was something about his smile, you know? Like, it felt a bit too sinister."
"Really? I was completely blindsided. I thought he was going to be the savior of the world or something. But it turns out he's more like their worst nightmare."
Just as they were talking amongst themselves, suddenly, one of the girls spoke.
"Yeah….But, guys, have you seen Theresa?"
They exchanged glances, realizing they hadn't seen Theresa since last Saturday. Concern etched across their faces, one of them asked, "Didn't she mention where she was going?"
The girl who had brought up Theresa's absence shook her head. "I tried reaching out to her, but I couldn't get through. No calls, no texts. It's like she vanished. She had never done something like this before, you know? It feels suspicious."
Concern deepened in the group as they contemplated Theresa's mysterious disappearance. "Maybe we should ask the school if they've heard anything," someone suggested.
Just as they were pondering their next move, the door cracked open, and Instructor Eleanor entered the room.
"Good morning, Cadets."
The students talking immediately dispersed with Eleanor's appearance. At this point, many of the students were well aware of her temper and seriousness, and the group decided to postpone the report after the class.
–FLICK!
Eleanor, known for her exceptional mana manipulation skills, suddenly flicked her hands, and the air in the room seemed to ripple with energy.
The atmosphere became charged as small papers on her desk fluttered and levitated, then floated gracefully towards the students, landing one by one in front of each desk.
As the papers settled, Eleanor explained, "This, cadets, is going to be a part of your next practical assignment." She paused for effect, her gaze scanning the room. "I want you to write your names on these papers using only your mana."
The students exchanged puzzled glances, intrigued by the unusual assignment. Eleanor continued, "You may start now."
For the students of Arcadia Hunter Academy, where mana control had already progressed quite far, the assignment proved to be a breeze. In no more than five minutes, signatures and elegant script adorned the once-blank papers, showcasing the students' mastery over their mana.
–FLICK!
After seeing that everyone had finished, Eleanor, with another flick of her finger, effortlessly gathered the papers, returning them to her own table.
The cadets watched in anticipation as she placed the papers into a bowl and began mixing them with a slight rotation of her hand.
"Now, pay attention, cadets. The names you wrote with your mana are going to be crucial for the next part of the assignment," Eleanor announced.
She continued, "In this next phase, each of you will pick a paper from the bowl, and the name written on that paper will be your opponent in the upcoming exam. The challenge is not only to test your individual skills but also to assess how well you adapt to different opponents. Remember, this is a crucial aspect of being a successful Hunter."
The students exchanged glances, realizing that their opponents were determined by fate, or rather, by the papers drawn from the bowl.
Eleanor, with a commanding presence, started calling out the names, beginning from the bottom ranks of the academy. Each called cadet stepped forward, apprehensively picking a paper from the bowl. With bated breath, they unfolded the papers to reveal the names written on them.
"Cadet Timothy Grey," Eleanor called, and Timothy, who had been the first to inscribe his name, hesitated for a moment before revealing his opponent. The name on the paper was Leo Sparks.
"Oh…." He was a relatively lower-rank student in the range of middle ranks, so Timothy seemed a bit more relaxed.
The calling of names continued, and the tension in the room heightened with each revelation. However, Eleanor made it clear that the cadet whose name was revealed in the paper wouldn't participate in picking an opponent.
"Astron Natusalune." Astron stepped up as he pushed his hands into the bowl. The name shown here was simple.
Emily Anderson.
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N1: The item Mason had given to Sylvie in Chapter 15.2.
Chapter 305 - Moving Pieces (2)
"Emily Anderson."
As the sound of Eleanor echoed in the classroom, I turned my attention to the girl who was looking somehow lost on her desk.
Her eyes were unfocused, and she seemed to be absorbed in her thoughts. She wasn't even showing any signs of listening.
"Sigh…."
It seemed like Eleanor shared the same thoughts as me as she released a hearty sigh.
"Emily Anderson!" Eleanor called out once again, this time more assertively. Emily finally raised her head from her desk, her green eyes darting around the classroom as she seemed to be surprised by the attention.
"Ah…." Emily made a startled exclamation, realizing that she was the one Eleanor had been calling.
Eleanor, with a no-nonsense expression, informed her, "Your name has been picked. Now, pay attention. You'll be facing a fellow cadet in the upcoming exam."
Emily nodded, understanding as she looked at me. I noticed that she had stiffened a little as she looked at me.
'Just as I had expected.'
Seeing one of the people who knew about her guild must have made her remember the situation once again.
Eleanor continued, "Now, let's move on. The next student is..."
I returned to my desk without saying anything, acknowledging Emily's presence with a subtle nod.
As I settled into my seat, my mind began to work, thinking about the reason behind the seemingly elaborate assignment of writing names with mana and picking opponents.
The process struck me as more than just a creative way to pair cadets for the upcoming exam. It had a strategic element that hinted at the academy's intention to level the playing field for all students.
The academy may be ruthless, but at the same time, they needed to ensure fairness. Even though there were definitely structures in the academy because of the lineage of the students, at the very least, they needed to make sure that they were neutral.
Therefore, the order in which the cadets picked the papers was crucial. The bottom-ranked students were given the opportunity to choose their opponents first. It wasn't just a random draw; it was a tactical advantage for those who might lack combat prowess but possessed keen mana senses.
By having the lower-ranked students pick their opponents, the academy provided a chance for those with exceptional mana perception to leverage their skills.
They could observe the mana signatures of their desired opponents and track the corresponding papers.
This way, even if they were at a disadvantage in terms of raw power or combat experience, they had the opportunity to strategize and choose opponents based on their mana properties.
This was the reason why we were asked to write our names with solely our mana. That way, we would expose our mana properties onto the paper, making it easier to track. And if you were a low-ranked student because of your lack of combat prowess, then you could at least choose your opponent.
And if you are both weak and unable to sense your target's mana correctly, then it means you are at the bottom of the food chain.
The assignment was a clever way to introduce an element of fairness and strategy into the exam pairing process.
It ensured that students with different strengths and weaknesses had an equal opportunity to face opponents they believed they could handle, leveling the playing field and fostering a more diverse range of combat scenarios.
'And, I didn't think the opportunity would present itself like this.'
Since the school gave me the opportunity, why shouldn't I use it? After all, such an exam was perfect for my field, and it was quite easy for me to choose my 'target.'
'Now, I only need to encourage a little.'
With that thought, I sat at my desk, waiting for the practical test to start.
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The students gathered in the newly constructed training grounds, a sense of anticipation lingering in the air. Eleanor, with her commanding presence, stood before them, ready to explain the upcoming duel.
"Now, Cadets," she began, her stern gaze scanning the assembled students. "We will start with the practical examination. You will be fighting a duel and will use your main weapons."
Eleanor pointed to the formation in the middle of the training grounds. "This formation is designed to prevent any sustained fatal injuries during the duels. However, we will be monitoring closely, and any excessive force will be immediately stopped."
The students exchanged glances, a mix of excitement and nervousness evident on their faces.
"Now, step into your assigned duel arenas and prepare to face your opponent," Eleanor commanded.
As the students dispersed to their respective dueling spaces, Emily found herself unfocused on the impending duel. Her mind was preoccupied with the challenges her guild faced, casting a shadow over the training session.
'Let's get this over with.'
She thought as she entered the ring. The familiar feeling of her sword on her waist.
'Also, why did I match with this guy?'
She couldn't help but think to herself. Maybe fate was playing with her somehow, as he was one of the two who had known about her previous guild situation.
'Well, it is not like that is important. I should just finish it fast.'
She thought inwardly. She was not in the mood to fight, let alone train. Subconsciously, she regarded Astron below her. It was the normal thought process, considering Astron was still on the lower side of the ranks.
Astron, on the other side of the ring, readied his daggers, determined to give his 'best' despite the ranking difference. He understood the unspoken hierarchy but saw the duel as an opportunity to prove his skills. At least, that was how it looked to Emily.
Eleanor's authoritative voice cut through the murmurs in the training ground, "Begin!"
–SWOOSH!
With that signal, Emily swiftly rushed forward, her sword gleaming in the sunlight.
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As I looked at the girl in front of me, I gripped my daggers. Normally, the most optimal choice for me would be to utilize my bow from a distance, just like previously.
However, I decided not to do so since I knew about Emily's speed from the dungeon.
'Also, I wonder how far she has developed.'
It had been a while since I went to the dungeon exploration with her, so I wanted to see what the average student's growth was like.
"Begin."
As Eleanor's voice echoed from the speaker, I instantly sensed the upcoming ripple from my front.
–SWOOSH!
And in an instant, Emily was before me with her sword flashing.
–CLANG!
My daggers clashed with Emily's sword, the impact sending a jolt through my arms. It was a strong strike, and I couldn't help but feel my left arm going numb from the force.
'She's not holding back.'
I noticed the intensity in her eyes, a determination that hinted at her going all out from the very start. It seemed she wanted to get over this duel really fast.
"Hmm?" She made a surprised exclamation.
'But, looking down on your enemy is not good.'
In general, this type of attack would be done if you have prior information about your opponent. Since, in life and death, information is important. Generally, the fighters' first exchange of blows would serve as a measurement of their strength.
Yet, her just dispersing this step meant she thought I wouldn't be able to block it.
After our initial clash, instead of pausing, Emily seamlessly transitioned into another strike. This time, a diagonal slash was aimed at my midsection.
SWOOSH!
Thinking on my feet, I tilted my body to evade the incoming blade. Subtly shifting my foot, I managed to slide under Emily's arm, attempting to close the distance between us. Emily, quick to react, tried to maintain the space, but her explosive power lacked a bit, giving me the opportunity.
–SLASH!
With a swift motion, I closed the remaining gap and managed to cut her on her chest with my dagger.
"Urghk-"
She let out a small grunt of pain, yet she was able to conceal it.
SLASH!
Emily attempted a quick counter-attack, her sword flashing towards me.
'A donkey counterattack.'
However, I had already anticipated her move and swiftly deflected her slash with my two daggers. The added force from the mana injection in her strike made it necessary for me to use both hands to redirect the attack.
–THUD!
Following the deflection, I threw a quick kick to Emily's chest, targeting the same spot where I had slashed her moments ago.
The impact made her grunt in pain, a testament to the effectiveness of the strategy.
Yet, instead of pursuing the advantage, I took a step back, daggers still in hand, and eyed her carefully.
"What are you doing?" I called out, my tone measured. "Your mind seems elsewhere."
She shot me a fleeting glance, a mix of irritation and frustration in her eyes, both from the pain and probably from my words. "I don't need your concern. Let's just finish this," she retorted, readjusting her stance.
"Is that so?" I replied as I looked into her eyes.
–SWOOSH!
Without saying anything, she just rushed to me once again, this time at a faster speed.
'She is using her skill, huh?'
With my [Perceptive Insight], I could easily see the mana channeled on her legs. Seemingly enough, she was using her skill.
As she closed the distance, she suddenly slashed, even though her blade wouldn't physically reach me. It was a feint, a distraction.
In response, I quickly deflected the attack with my two daggers, anticipating her next move.
–ZAP!
A beam shot forward from her blade, aimed directly at me. However, I had already seen through her strategy. Using my enhanced reflexes, I adeptly deflected the beam with a precise movement of my daggers.
"You may not want to do it," I remarked, my tone composed. "Or you may hesitate to make your decision," I said as I looked into her eyes.
As Emily's beam attack was deflected with precision, she shot me a glare, her eyes narrowing in frustration. The duel continued, but the tension between us was palpable.
"What's with the commentary during the fight?" she snapped, frustration evident in her voice.
I met her gaze without flinching, my tone calm and measured. "I can sense hesitation in your blade. You may not want to admit it, or you may hesitate to make your decision," I said once again, my words intentional as I locked eyes with her. "But, what is bugging you will remain if you don't take action."
A fleeting moment of vulnerability crossed Emily's expression, and she stiffened for a second. Her irritation seemed to be fueled not only by the pain from the duel but also by the acknowledgment of her internal struggle.
'It is time to end this.'
I sensed the hesitation in Emily's demeanor, and I decided to capitalize on it. Suddenly, I flashed towards her with a burst of speed.
Seeing me approach, Emily tried to intercept my path, but her attack lacked the force and confidence it needed. It was evident that the internal struggle was affecting her combat abilities.
Swiftly, I forcefully twisted my body, testing the limits of my flexibility as I slid under her strike. Seizing the opportunity, I targeted Emily's pillar foot, disrupting her balance and causing her to lose control.
–THUD!
Emily stumbled and fell to the ground, her sword slipping from her hand. I moved quickly, putting one of my daggers to her neck, marking the end of the duel.
"I surrender."
I heard her confirmation as I stood up. Just as I turned to leave, I threw one last look at Emily.
"Pride is useless once the regret of not making one's decisions comes over," I spoke. "Doing what you know you need to do is the most important, regardless of how you may be perceived."
With those words, I left the ring.
'Now, it is up to you to do what you want.'
Chapter 306 - Moving Pieces (3)
Emily continued to sit in front of the changing room, her hands clasped together, lost in the echo of Astron's words. His advice had struck a chord within her, making her ponder the decisions she needed to make. The bustling sounds of students changing around her seemed distant as her thoughts consumed her.
"Pride is useless once the regret of not making one's decisions comes over. Doing what you know you need to do is the most important, regardless of how you may be perceived," she mumbled to herself, contemplating the weight behind those words. Astron's eyes, purple and piercing, held a depth she hadn't noticed before as if they harbored knowledge about something more.
Frustration built up within her.
"What does he know about me? Just because he somehow got his grades up or beat me, does he think he knows everything?" She mumbled.
For people like her who used to deal with things themselves, she was rather repulsed by such words.
"Who gives him the right to speak to me like that!?"
She mulled over these questions, her emotions a mix of irritation and curiosity.
As she continued to mumble to herself, one of the girls changing beside her glanced over. "Did you say something?" the girl asked, her voice cutting through Emily's introspection.
Caught off guard, Emily paused, realizing that her inner musings had spilled out unintentionally. She shook her head, offering a forced smile. "No, just thinking out loud. Pay no mind."
The girl shrugged and returned to changing, leaving Emily to confront the whirlwind of thoughts in her own mind.
–RING!
The moment was interrupted by a familiar ring from her smartwatch – a notification that sent a shiver of dread down her spine. As she opened the message, the situation inside the guild unfolded before her eyes. Another member was injured, resignations were looming, and the unsettling atmosphere within the guild painted a grim picture.
"Sigh….."
A heavy sigh escaped her lips. The weight of responsibility pressed down on her shoulders, and the clash of her internal turmoil with the harsh reality of the guild's struggles left her feeling overwhelmed.
"But, what is bugging you will remain if you don't take action."
Yet, the words that had just been spoken seemed to echo in her mind once again.
'…..If I don't take action….' Emily thought inwardly as she looked into the status of her guild.
No matter what she wanted to say, she knew the position they were in wouldn't be solved by their strength alone. She had been in a familiar situation before.
'I really don't want to do it, but if I don't do it, then what will be left after this.'
Even though she didn't want to look weak in front of the person she admired, life had never been lenient to such emotions, and Emily knew what.
"That is right."
With her resolve raised, she left the locker room and headed to her room while dialing a certain number.
*******
Just as Astron had left the new sparring grounds, he was faced with the fiery girl who was waiting for him in front of the entrance alone.
"Yo."
Irina simply raised her head and greeted him.
"…." Astron just looked at her without saying anything; he just nodded.
"Just a note: I am not waiting for you," Irina remarked, trying to clear away any misunderstanding that could occur. "I just finished the fight early."
"I figured that much."
"But, I guess you finished yours early, too. That girl, Emily, was ranked quite high. Did she beat you up that fast?"
"..." At her snarky remark, Astron just looked at her, his face clearly saying, 'Are you serious?'
And Irina was able to see that as well. "I am joking, I am joking. Why so serious?"
"Your jokes aren't funny."
Astron's gaze remained unchanged, and Irina couldn't help but feel a mix of irritation and amusement at his stoic response.
"Funnier than yours."
"This one was a better joke."
"….." At first, Irina didn't understand, but as she grasped the meaning, she shot a glare towards him.
"You….." she began, her words trailing off with an exasperated sigh. "I don't know how Sylvie deals with you all the time."
"Sylvie is not like you," Astron replied, his expression remaining unreadable. "She doesn't make me feel annoyed."
"Well, you're lucky she's not here right now; she'd probably find some weird way to make you smile or something," Irina retorted, folding her arms.
"Is that something you'd want to see?" Astron's question was devoid of any teasing, delivered with a deadpan expression.
"Not really," Irina responded, though there was a hint of a smirk on her face. "I have no interest in your smile."
"Good. Saves us both the trouble."
"But I want to see you flustered at least once," Irina declared, looking at Astron with a competitive glint in her eyes.
Astron, unperturbed, responded, "You won't be able to do it."
"Oh, really?" Irina raised an eyebrow, her competitive spirit ignited. "Don't underestimate me. I can get anyone flustered if I want to."
"Feel free to try."
"Just so you know, making such remarks only makes me more determined," Irina shot back.
"As long as you're confident, you can try whatever you want."
Just as Astron and Irina continued their banter, the trio of Julia, Lilia, and Lucas exited the sparring grounds. Julia's sharp eyes immediately caught sight of the fiery exchange between Irina and Astron. With a mischievous smile, she approached the duo.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Julia chimed in, her tone teasing. "Is this the famous Astron getting into a battle of wits with our fiery Irina?"
Irina shot a glance at Julia, her expression a mix of irritation and amusement. "He's just being his usual annoying self."
"His 'annoying' self, you say?" Yet, Julia instantly grasped one thing, and Irina knew what this girl was up to.
"Whatever you want to say, don't ever think of saying it." Irina glared at Julia.
"Hey, you shouldn't threaten people like that. I am just a poor observer."
"The first rule of observing. Don't put your nose into other people's matters."
"Really….What if I do that?"
"Do you want to be burned down to crisp?"
"Oh….Scary…"
Julia, undeterred by Irina's warnings, continued to tease with a playful smile. Meanwhile, Lilia joined the group, her attention shifting towards Astron.
"Hey there, Astron," Lilia greeted him with a friendly smile. "I heard you played a role in the Phantom's Land disappearance. Impressive stuff."
It was the smile she had used most of the time. After all, Lilia's beauty was something she was well aware of, and she had utilized it almost all the time.
Though, there wasn't a clear effect on Astron.
Astron nodded in response. "I did what I could, but most of the credit goes to Irina here. She was the one who had done most of the job."
"Really?"
"If not for her, we wouldn't be able to defeat the 'monster' at that time."
"Hmm….I see…"
Irina shot a sidelong glance at Astron as if she was annoyed. "Don't make it sound like I enjoyed it. It was necessary."
'Bastard…..You really want to play it like that, huh? Also, why is she bringing it up now?'
She couldn't help but get irritated. Seeing how Lilia was interested in Astron. Of course, she knew what kind of girl Lilia was. Even though she may have looked friendly, most of the time, she was a calculating and cold girl.
Lilia, with her charming smile, turned her attention to Irina. "It does make sense..."
Irina, despite her irritation, managed to keep a neutral expression. However, something about Lilia's smile didn't sit right with her.
'This girl….'
A faint sense of doubt lingered in the air, but Irina chose to keep it to herself for now.
While interactions unfolded, Astron, ever observant, noticed Lucas's gaze directed at him. It wasn't a hostile look, but there was a peculiar intensity that caught Astron's attention. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it left him feeling uneasy.
'What is this?'
It was like Lucas knew something about him. Astron had been familiar with Lucas' demeanor, as he was already paying a lot of attention to the main cast. He was familiar with the habits of Ethan, Julia, Lilia, Irina, Carl, and Lucas.
Therefore, he knew that Lucas was a bit different right now.
'His standing posture is different….It is like he is constantly vigilant.'
That was not something that most of the students in the academy did, aside from the likes of Carl and Astron. It was because they were rather inexperienced in the life-and-death battles.
Those who fought with their lives on the line would know how important it is to be vigilant all the time.
He had seen the illegal Hunters in Black Market, and the ones who had survived were like this.
Therefore, he could easily deduce that Lucas was subconsciously behaving like an experienced veteran.
'I will need to look into this matter.'
He thought, taking a note in the corner of his mind.
'Anyway, I should just leave.'
As Astron made his exit, Ethan emerged from the training rooms, his gaze fixed on his watch. Julia, noticing his arrival, called out to him with a playful tone, "Hey, Ethan! Finally finished your spar, huh? We're waiting for you."
Ethan, however, seemed preoccupied, raising his head to look at the group. His usual cheerful demeanor was replaced by a more serious expression. "Hey, guys. I... I need to go somewhere. Can't join you to eat."
Julia, Lucas, Irina, and Lilia exchanged puzzled glances, surprised by Ethan's unexpected change in plans. Julia, ever the curious one, couldn't help but ask, "Something urgent?"
Ethan hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering with a hint of concern. "Yeah, something like that. I'll catch up with you later. Sorry about this."
Without waiting for further questions, Ethan swiftly headed in the opposite direction, leaving the group in a state of bewilderment, yet the guy with purple eyes easily saw the small name on Ethan's watch.
'I guess she mustered up her courage. Well, Ethan won't certainly refuse.'
Chapter 307 - Moving Pieces (4)
"Just as I thought."
While walking on the road to return to my room, I thought about Ethan's reaction. He was a very good-natured guy in terms of character. This was the developers' way of enabling the storyline and making him interlock with many different characters.
Therefore, I knew he would help Emily once she reached him.
'From now on, it is up to Ethan to how to deal with it, but it should help him improve himself quite a lot.'
With that thought, I continued my solitary walk on the road, contemplating Ethan's role in helping Emily. The evening sky painted hues of orange and pink as the sun dipped below the horizon.
–RING!
Lost in my musings, my smartwatch suddenly buzzed, breaking the silence of my thoughts.
Curious, I checked the screen and noticed a message notification from the History and Arts Club. The message detailed this week's meeting, scheduled for Saturday morning.
The club was gearing up for another engaging session, but I also noticed a change in the writing style.
'This doesn't certainly belong to Senior Maya.'
I asked myself. Seemingly enough, even though Senior Maya was also someone who cared about her image and grammar, the tone of her writing was rather cheery. This one was rather serious and monotone.
'It gives me the elderly vibes. Is it the instructor?'
Thinking about the recent events, it made sense that the observer of the club would no longer neglect her duties and would participate in the club. After all, what transpired during the last club trip was rather detrimental.
Maya could have lost her life; Sylvie was the same. Though it wasn't directly related to the Club's activities, it certainly made the academy put a lot more importance on this matter.
"Well, I'll see if this claim holds true or not in the upcoming meetings," I thought, deciding to investigate further at a later time. For now, my focus has shifted to preparing for my daily training routine.
Returning to my room, I gathered my training gear and mentally prepared for the rigorous exercises that awaited me.
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The Academy Grounds – Just as the training finished
"Wow….Haaa….Haaa…..How did you improve this fast?"
On the academy grounds, the young man holding a sword mumbled between his heavy breaths. The young man's name was Talim, a middle-ranked student.
Ethan, humbly wiping sweat from his forehead, smiled at Talim. "It's thanks to people like you, Talim. Our matches help me learn and grow. You did well today. It was a good match."
Talim, catching his breath, smiled happily at the compliment and took the hand Ethan offered to help him up. They strolled away from the training grounds, discussing the finer points of their sparring session.
As they entered the locker room to change, Ethan noticed a message on his smartwatch. It was from Emily. Ethan vividly remembered her; she was the one who called for help when they were in a tight spot.
After that, Ethan liked the genuine atmosphere of the guild and wanted to make an investment in the guild. He also liked the guild members and recommended the whole business to his family.
'She hadn't contacted me after that.'
But, recently, a lot of things have happened around him, and he wasn't able to look into this matter in more detail. Thus, he wasn't in much contact with Emily either.
'I wonder what it is.'
Curiosity piqued, Ethan opened the message from Emily. The contents were short and to the point. She requested him to call her back after he finished his sparring session, mentioning that it was urgent. A hint of concern crept into Ethan's expression.
After changing in the locker room, he dialed Emily's number. As the call connected, her voice came through, and it sounded a bit more somber than usual.
"Hey, E-Ethan," Emily greeted, her voice carrying a sense of urgency. Even from her voice alone, Ethan could easily see that something wasn't right. After that, Emily briefly told Ethan about the guild's spot, yet Ethan knew this wasn't a topic that they could discuss over the phone.
"Let's talk about this in the PhD Café."
"Ah….Right, sorry…."
Ending the call, Ethan swiftly gathered his belongings and left the sparring grounds.
Ethan, driven by a sense of urgency, made his way to the designated cafe where he was supposed to meet Emily.
The casual ambiance of the cafe clashed with the weight of the situation Emily hinted at in her message. As he entered, he scanned the area, and his eyes soon fell on Emily, sitting at a corner table.
Ethan quickly made his way to Emily's corner table. The café's ambient noise seemed to fade away as he approached her. Emily looked up, her eyes conveying a mix of worry and gratitude as she acknowledged his presence.
"Ethan," she greeted, her voice carrying the weight of the guild's troubles. "Thanks for coming."
Ethan offered her a reassuring smile and took a seat across from her. "Of course, Emily. What's going on? You sounded quite concerned on the phone."
After all, even though he had things to do, none of those were as important as the one Emily talked about.
He was just going to hang out with his friends, train, and probably play some games.
Therefore, for him, helping others is of much more importance, especially if the said person is his acquaintance.
Emily took a deep breath, composing herself before delving into the detailed web of challenges appearing all around the guild.
"T-to be frank….I didn't want to call you here." Though at first, she wasn't able to directly delve into the topic. After all, even though she was determined to call for her, a part of her still didn't want to bother Ethan. "But I had no choice."
'It doesn't matter how I am perceived.'
She inwardly reminded herself and then raised her head to look at him.
"To start….."
After making her inner resolve once again, she spoke about injuries, resignations, and the looming turmoil within their ranks. Ethan listened intently, his expression reflecting a growing understanding of the gravity of the situation.
"I see…." As Emily concluded, Ethan's gaze was thoughtful.
'If what she said is true, there seems to be a deliberate attack on her guild.'
Ethan was by no means a stranger to how guilds operated now. Though it might have been like that at the start of the semester, now that he was awakened, he constantly entered the dungeons under his family's supervision.
He also had spent some time under his aunt, Kaya Hartley. There, he slightly observed the ruthlessness of the industry and knew such schemes weren't uncommon. Though the things he observed were just the tip of the iceberg, Ethan didn't know it.
'To think that even such a good-natured and honest guild is being targeted…According to what Emily is saying, they were even disenfranchised by the association.'
Thinking about that, Ethan's blood boiled. Emily was Ethan's friend. At least, he thought so. The Azure Crest Guild was also a guild that he personally decided to sponsor; therefore, the fact that a guild was targeting the guild made him quite angry.
Emily hesitated for a moment after sharing the tumultuous state of her guild, feeling a pang of shame for once again turning to Ethan for help.
'Why must it be like this?''
This was the second time she had reached out, and it weighed on her conscience. She knew Ethan had no obligation to assist her guild, and the sense of dependency gnawed at her.
As Ethan absorbed the situation, his thoughtful gaze didn't escape Emily's notice.
'Right…Of course, he wouldn't want to help. Who would want to help a useless person like me.'
"I understand if you can't help, Ethan," she admitted, her eyes momentarily avoiding his. "I'm sorry for burdening you again. It's just... things have become really difficult, and I didn't know who else to turn to."
Ethan's response surprised her. Instead of a refusal or a hint of annoyance, he smiled warmly. "Why feel ashamed for asking a friend for help?" he questioned, his tone gentle. Emily glanced at him, her brows furrowed in confusion.
"Friends?" she echoed, her mind questioning the nature of their relationship. Of course, she wanted to believe that she was at least close to Ethan, but hearing it solidly like this from Ethan's mouth gave her a different feeling.
'That….'
Ethan chuckled, his smile widening. "Of course, Emily. We've fought back to back in the dungeon and faced monsters together. You know we almost lost their lives there. If that doesn't make us close, I don't know what does."
Emily found herself at a loss for words as Ethan's response resonated in her mind. The sincerity in his hazel eyes was undeniable, and she couldn't refute his reasoning. Her attempt to downplay their connection, placing the burden on herself, was met with Ethan's steadfast perspective.
"B-but, it was my fault back then….You didn't have anything to gain from it, yet you risked your life," Emily stammered, a hint of self-blame lingering in her words.
Ethan's smile remained unwavering. "That is right. But, if I always do according to what I gain, what makes me different from a machine? It was not your fault, but my own decision to help you. It was also my own volition to stay with you, even though I knew your situation wasn't good. And, it is still the same."
Emily struggled to find a response. The logic in Ethan's words, coupled with his earnest gaze, left her silent. She realized that perhaps there was a genuine connection beyond the immediate gains and losses, something that transcended the transactional nature often associated with acquaintances.
"Why go to such lengths?" she finally managed to ask, her voice a mix of curiosity and confusion.
"Why go such lengths, huh? That is a good question." Ethan's smile softened, and he chuckled, almost as if sharing a secret. "I don't know."
"To satisfy my dreams and become someone like the figure in those dreams." The words were spoken almost under his breath, and Emily wasn't able to catch them.
"But, if there is one thing I know, it is that good and honest people deserve better in the world," Ethan continued, his words carrying a genuine warmth.
Emily felt a subtle flush on her face, a sensation of ease settling within her. The sincerity in Ethan's response resonated with her, and a soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips. As he turned to face her with that characteristic smile, Ethan added, "And for me, you are someone good and honest."
–THUMP!
A sudden thump echoed in Emily's chest, and she couldn't deny that something changed.
'Not now…'
She wanted to bury herself, but looking at Ethan, who was oblivious to the changes, she released a sigh of relief.
'Thank god he didn't see it.'
However, she would come to regret being happy over this fact in the future.