"Nerissa! Stop your training for a moment and heal Adam, now!" Violet ordered sharply.

Nerissa halted her practice immediately. Her expression was reluctant and uneasy, but she still rushed toward me. Even though she was a Healer, she was required to participate in combat training so she could protect herself in dangerous situations.

She knelt beside me, her face filled with deep internal conflict. The eyes that usually looked down on me with arrogance now showed confusion and disbelief. "What happened to you, Adam?"

I did not answer. I only stared at her blankly while feeling her healing energy begin its work.

The blood pouring from my wounds stopped instantly, and even more incredible, my severed hands began to regrow. Muscles, tendons, bones, and skin regenerated rapidly within seconds.

Every other injury, including the eye Yukie had blinded, healed completely. It felt like warmth was wrapping around every cell of my body, but my heart stayed frozen cold toward the woman who had always treated me cruelly yet was now forced to heal me.

"That was too much, Yukie," Violet said, scolding her.

But she did not go further. After all, in the Hunter world, injuries during training were normal. As long as no one died, and as long as there were healers or potions to fix severe wounds like mine, everything was still considered acceptable.

Yukie showed no reaction. No regret. Just the same flat expression.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" she said coolly. "You wanted a good show, didn't you? That is why you told me to fight him."

Violet looked at her with an unreadable gaze. Not angry, but not approving either.

Yukie lifted her chin slightly, her eyes sharp like her blade.

"You already know," she continued, "that there is no one in this class who can match me. None of them could even make me sweat. This is not training for me. It is not even a warm-up."

Each word felt like a cold knife.

"Here, the only person who can fight me is you, Instructor Albestorm."

She issued her challenge directly. "So fight me now."

Violet exhaled, her face showing a mix of annoyance and admiration for her student's audacity.

"Yukie, you are a student with absolutely no manners," she said. "Fine. I accept."

She then turned to me. "Adam, do you want to continue your training or would you rather rest?"

"I'll continue," I replied without hesitation.

While Nerissa kept healing me, every eye in the field shifted to the arena where Violet and Yukie were about to fight. Two incredibly skilled and beautiful women were about to clash head-on.

I activated Eye of Desire on Violet.

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NAME: Violet Albestorm

AGE: 31

CLASS: Thunder Warrior

RANK: S

DOMINANCE: 1%

SEXUAL AROUSAL: 8%

VAGINA VIRGINITY: Yes

ANAL VIRGINITY: Yes

WEAK POINTS: Vagina and Breast

FETISH: Exhibitionism

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She truly was in the same rank as Yukie. But what shocked me even more at first was her fetish. Who would have thought the instructor feared by everyone was an exhibitionist? It made sense, considering how she always wore extremely tight clothing that showed off her figure even while remaining technically modest.

Her weapon for training was an ordinary sword, the same as all of us. Yet in her hands, the simple blade felt like an extension of her body, radiating an aura of authority.

Every student stopped their own sparring. No one wanted to miss a fight between the instructor and the academy's strongest student. The atmosphere changed completely, from chaotic training noise to a tense, breathless silence.

The two women faced each other with sharp eyes. Violet's purple gaze locked with Yukie's cold white one. They took perfect stances. Violet positioned herself aggressively, her right foot forward and her sword raised at shoulder height. Yukie stood with an elegant defensive posture, her blade lifted in front of her face.

Without warning, they both moved.

KLANG!

The first clash of swords echoed across the field, sparks scattering. They immediately fell into a rapid, lethal exchange. Violet unleashed three consecutive strikes, horizontal, diagonal, vertical, and Yukie deflected all of them with efficient, precise movements.

What stunned everyone was that Violet did not hold back even for a second. Her face was serious, her movements calculated. She fully acknowledged Yukie's talent and knew the girl had the power to defeat her.

Their duel looked like a deadly dance. Every step, turn, and swing flowed beautifully yet dangerously. Their speed was so intense that even Rank B Awakeners struggled to follow their movements.

Watching them, something inside me boiled.

When she fought me earlier, Yukie had clearly been holding back. She had been toying with me.

Here, against Violet, she unleashed her real skill. She was faster, stronger, sharper. Her white eyes gleamed with seriousness as she slipped around Violet's strikes and countered with deadly precision.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Their exchange grew fiercer. Yukie spun and forced Violet back several steps. Violet retaliated with a flurry of quick thrusts that nearly grazed Yukie's shoulder, but Yukie twisted away, her blade sweeping low toward Violet's legs.

"Look at that," someone whispered beside me. "Yukie is really on the same level as the instructor."

The arena floor beneath them cracked with each impact. Every step left marks. Every clash sent tremors through the ground. Both of them were fighting at full power.

Nerissa murmured beside me, "With skills like that, why is she even still in the academy? She should have nothing left to learn here."

I had wondered that too. I knew her family situation was complicated, but still, with her ability she should already qualify as an official Hunter.

When I turned my focus back to the arena, the situation had shifted. Yukie had cornered Violet near the edge.

Then, in a moment that stunned everyone, Yukie executed the perfect feint. She swung her sword as if going for a horizontal slash, then suddenly changed direction and launched a low kick that struck Violet in the stomach.

"Ugh."

Violet flew backward, her body lifted off the ground before crashing hard into the concrete wall at the far end of the field. The impact made several students gasp.

But the part that enraged me most came right after.

Still standing in the center with the posture of a victor, Yukie glanced at me. Only for a moment. But I saw it. That glint of mockery in her cold white eyes.

"Bitch," I muttered under my breath. With that expressionless face of hers, she really knew how to get under my skin. And the worst part was how easily she reminded me of the enormous gap between us.

Even awakened, even after impressing the others, I was still nothing more than a child playing with a sword compared to the real Yukie.

But instead of despair, the realization only ignited my determination to grow stronger.

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