Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 491

Chapter 491 112.1 - Don't see him within me

<Sunday, Third-week of the break, 7 A.M>

"You've done it. You've mastered the [Cyclone Stance]. I never thought I'd say this, but you're on par with me now—at least when it comes to the [Tempest Fang]. But don't think this is the end."

I wiped the sweat from my brow, my chest heaving as I tried to steady my breathing. The sting of fatigue was present, but there was also a sense of accomplishment coursing through me. Dakota's words rang in my ears—words I'd been striving to hear for weeks now.

But I knew better than to let my guard down, even after such praise.

"I know this isn't the end," I said. "This is just the beginning. There's still so much more to learn, to master."

After all, while I had mastered the [Tempest Fang], it was most likely the beginning stages of an art. Or at least, the art was not of a higher grade.

That was to be expected. After all, if not, it would not be easy to master such an art in just three weeks.

"You brat…..Don't be serious all the time."

SWOOSH! Her hand approached me at a rapid speed, trying to slap me from my back. But there was no way I would let her hit me like this.

'It hurts like hell.'

Since it hurt.

Dakota grinned as she watched me dodge her attempted slap. "You're getting quicker," she said with a smirk. "But don't get too cocky. I'll let it slide for today since you've graduated for the time being."

I gave a small nod, still catching my breath. Despite the exhaustion, there was a sense of satisfaction in knowing I had reached this milestone.

Dakota glanced at her watch, noting the time. "It's 7:24 A.M.," she said thoughtfully. "We've been at it for hours. I think it's time to rest a little."

I raised an eyebrow. "Rest?"

She chuckled. "You've earned it. How about we hit the baths? You could use a good soak after all that training."

I blinked, slightly taken aback. "Bath?"

"Indeed," Dakota confirmed with a grin. "There's a specialized bath for Wardens. It's designed for comfort. Consider it a reward."

Dakota was a warden, so it made sense that she would be awarded specifically for her achievements and her contributions.

It seems a special bath was one of those.

"You do know, you are basically inviting me to your home, right?"

"I do. But so what?"

"Is there a problem?" Dakota asked, her expression genuinely puzzled.

I studied her face and body language, realizing she truly didn't have a clue about the implications of her words. There was no teasing or ulterior motive behind her invitation—it was just a straightforward offer from someone who didn't overthink such things.

I inwardly sighed, wondering if Dakota was really this much of a blockhead because she hadn't socialized much or if she hadn't socialized much because she was a blockhead. The answer seemed nearly impossible to find.

Shaking my head, I decided not to dwell on it. "No problem," I said, somehow feeling like my lips were twitching. "Let's go."

Dakota nodded, satisfied with my response, and continued leading the way. As we walked, I couldn't help but think about how someone as strong and skilled as her could also be so oblivious at times. It was oddly endearing in its own way.

Dakota led me to her quarters, and as we stepped inside, it was immediately clear that her living space was a far cry from the trainee rooms. While not excessively luxurious, it was certainly more spacious and refined. The furniture was sleek, the decor minimalist yet stylish, and the overall atmosphere was one of quiet strength—a reflection of Dakota herself.

"Welcome to my place," she said casually, as if inviting people over was a regular occurrence for her. Somehow, I doubted that.

I took a moment to look around. The room had a different dimension, yet it was cool in its simplicity. It was clear that Dakota valued functionality over extravagance, but there was still a certain elegance to it.

"This is where you live?" I asked, more out of curiosity than anything else.

"Yep," she replied, walking over to a sleek console. "It's not much, but it's comfortable. Here, let me show you around."

She gave me a quick tour, pointing out the various rooms and features. The place was well-equipped, with everything she needed for both work and relaxation. It had an air of professionalism mixed with a hint of personal taste, though I could tell that Dakota hadn't spent too much time fussing over the details.

After the tour, she led me to the bath area. It was larger and more elaborate than I expected, with a calming ambiance created by soft lighting and the gentle sound of flowing water. The bath itself was a spacious, sunken pool filled with clear, inviting water that seemed to shimmer slightly with a faint energy.

"Make yourself comfortable," Dakota said as she accessed a panel on the wall. "I'll order some food. You've earned it."

I watched as she tapped a few commands into the panel, using her credits to order what I assumed were special dishes. It was strange seeing her in this domestic setting, but I couldn't deny the appeal of a good meal and a relaxing bath after our intense training.

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