Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest

Chapter 983 Chapter 229.1 - Anomaly

Eleanor stood at the far end of the training hall, hands clasped lightly behind her back as she gazed at the rows of active mana regulators lining the walls. Soft pulses of energy blinked in a controlled rhythm, keeping the chamber's mana density stable, calibrated. Adjustable at a moment's notice.

It was quiet now. Only the distant hum of enchantments filled the space.

But she knew that silence wouldn't last.

Ethan and Astron would arrive soon.

And when they did, today's training would begin.

Her eyes flicked toward the doorway, then drifted back to the middle of the room where the sparring field stretched across polished stone. Everything was reinforced, not just to handle strength-but to handle intention. When people like those two fought, it wasn't just force. It was pressure. Alignment. Momentum.

Two anomalies walking a fine line between brilliance and breakdown.

Eleanor exhaled slowly, eyes narrowing.

She had watched it unfold from the beginning. Ethan's acceleration. Astron's emergence. What had once been potential now threatened to become

something else-momentum. And momentum in the wrong direction was far more dangerous than stagnation.

Not just for them.

But for everyone around them.

Especially now.

Her gaze tightened.

The guild tensions in the capital are rising again. More skirmishes between city-based Hunters. Small disputes, weapon regulation arguments, even suppression rights over dungeon gates. All of it building into something more serious. The kind of tension that didn't stay in the back alleys. It crawled into the academies. Into students' minds. Into curriculum.

If it spilled over, if things snapped-then Astron and Ethan, latter was way more likely would be pulled in faster than they knew.

Because they weren't normal cadets anymore.

Especially Ethan.

Eleanor's thoughts lingered on him a moment longer.

He had come a long way in a short time-too long, too fast. The kind of trajectory that didn't stay hidden for long. She could already see it forming around him: the buzz in instructor lounges, the subtle shifts in student hierarchy, the way eyes lingered a little longer when his name was mentioned.

If he continued at this pace-no, when he continued his name would start brushing against a different tier altogether.

And eventually?