The Hunter Academy

"Nonsense, you know that technique is the most important thing in a battle" Setanta told Sahazel.

"The technique is what makes the difference when you fight against someone of your own level, if you fight against someone with a level lower than yours then it is only art" Sahazel shrugged.

"The technique is better, you said it yourself" Setanta smiled.

"Art is something unnecessary in a war" Sahazel silenced Setanta.

"Tch"

"Are we done yet?" Atalanta asked as she prepared to pick up the scroll.

A girl's eyebrow twisted.

"I haven´t done yet."The girl got up from her seat.

"Fleur! I thought you had already chosen a weapon," Atalanta said in surprise.

Fleur's eyebrows twitched again. She had tried to get out from the beginning but there was always someone ahead of her. She had been getting more and more upset and had forced herself to keep her composure.

Fleur walked up to stand in front of the scroll, she followed the instructions that Atalanta was giving to her.

She went into a trance when her blood touched the scroll.

"Hey, what weapon do you think will touch her?" Setanta asked Sahazel.

"Mmm, I'm not so sure" Sahazel didn't want to risk it.

"Don't be a p.u.s.s.y, I think she's going to draw a sword."

"I doubt it, the weapon has much to do with the character of a person and a sword does not fit Fleur's personality" Sahazel shook his head.

"Which one do you think is going to come out then?"

"Considering that cold personality she has, I think the weapon that's going to come out is pretty clear."

…

"Are you ready to start the ritual?" The dark figure asked Fleur.

"Yes" Fleur replied coldly.

"All right" The 2.5 metre tall figure approached Fleur and stood in front of her.

Fleur looked the dark figure in the eyes. She could feel a divine pressure on her but her eyes did not show doubt or fear at any time.

The figure was surprised to see the girl's eyes in front of him. Since his master had given him life he had seen more than 15 people the age of this girl but none of them had shown an expression like her.

The figure did not count that beast man. He was sure that the beast man was able to make him disappear at any moment, he could also notice that the beast man and his master had a very similar aura.

He refocused his attention on the girl who was waiting to go through the ritual. The figure did not dare disobey his master's orders and continued with the mission he had given him.

The figure placed a finger on the girl's forehead and began to recite.

"Weapon selection ritual, open your soul to me, Skanda-Xaoc, and reveal every last one of your secrets in order to have an exact choice".

Fleur's eyes opened wide and panicked for the first time. She was going to protest but her vision became clouded and her mind traveled 18 years to the past.

Fleur's life passed through her eyes. Memories she had forgotten returned to her mind. A memory stained with blood that she did not want to remember was the one that broke the barrier of her mind. Fleur cried out for the visions to stop, but they didn´t stop.

All visions stopped the moment she made contact with a normal-looking boy within the plane to Hunter Academy. The boy did something strange that she didn´t understand.

"Don't you think you've seen enough?"

Fleur's vision became blurred and she found herself in front of Skanda again. She was surprised when she saw him on one knee and vomiting blood. Skanda seemed to be whispering quickly in a low voice, he seemed to be begging someone.

"Forgive my lord, forgive my lord" Skanda constantly repeated those words.

Skanda's pleas seemed to have been successful, as he thanked his lord and rose again. The indifferent look Skanda gave Fleur was now respectful.

Normally, Fleur would have noticed this detail. But now she was not in the right state of mind, the image of a memory was constantly in her head.

Skanda gave Fleur a deep look.

"Fleur Froid, the one with the cold heart and blood on her hands from a young age. This is the weapon that is linked to you".

Skanda gestured with her hands and two objects appeared on them.

"A dagger, with it you can easily take the lives of those who stand in your way."

Fleur took the daggers in Skanda's hands. She bowed to the figure.

"Thank you for your guidance."

…

The blood in the parchment changed shape to take the form of two intertwined daggers.

"A dagger is another weapon that doesn't usually come out" Atalanta looked at Fleur in surprise, she did not expect such a beautiful woman to have weapons used for murder.

"I told you, the safest thing was for her to pull some daggers." Sahazel mocked Setanta.

Setanta did not bother to answer Sahazel and looked away. His gaze coincided with Amy's and he smiled at her, she turned quickly with a blush up to her neck.

"Women" Setanta smiled. He enjoyed making fun of pure women like Amy.

"Well, we've all finished the weapon selection ceremony so now it's time for a little theory." Atalanta got up from her seat and stored the scroll in a storage ring.

…

"How was your ritual weapon choice?" Laura asked them.

"Nothing out of the ordinary" Sahazel shrugged.

Setanta gave him a strange look. How could that be considered normal? Only the residue from the Karttikeya attack could have killed the entire class including Atalanta.

Luckily, Sahazel protected everyone from the attack and then sealed the memories of the event. They did not want to draw too much attention yet.

"I have taken out a spear, it would have been a failure to take out any weapon that was not a spear" Setanta explained animatedly.

Laura nodded to Setanta, she agreed with Setanta's words. Her father had told her certain things about the boy and she knew that the spear was Setanta's flagship weapon.

Laura looked at Fleur, she had been quiet the whole time and had a strange expression.

Fleur used to be quiet during meals but she would exchange a few words when everyone was talking, today she still had not opened her mouth to speak.

"What weapon have you drawn, Fleur?" Laura tried to get Fleur into the conversation.

"Daggers" Fleur whispered unconsciously.

Sahazel, Setanta and Laura looked at Fleur worried. There was something in Fleur's mind that was disturbing her and they wanted to help her in one way or another.

"Fle-"

Sahazel stopped Setanta before he could speak. He shook his head and Setanta could only retreat.

…

"Why have you stopped me before?" Setanta faced Sahazel.

Both had returned to the rooms after lunch. They had accompanied Fleur and then walked to his rooms.

"We mustn't pressure her, she will tell what happens to her when she is ready," Sahazel explained to Setanta.

Setanta believed that Sahazel's words made sense so he lay down in bed without saying anything else.

"Tomorrow weappon classes will start," Setanta said.

"Yes"

"We're going to be the best with our own weapon."

"Yes"

"It's gonna be a waste of time."

"Yes."

"Then why the f.u.c.k are we going!" Setanta shouted in frustration.

"Shut up and enjoy school life."

"Tch."