All Chapters of Hunters: The Prequel: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

A blonde haired boy was walking around the school with no particular destination in mind. Everywhere he went people stopped what they were doing to take a look at the boy. Though he was smallish, he stood out due to the color of his hair and his deep blue eyes.This blonde haired boy was obviously Mane. He was currently taking a stroll to clear his head. Today was a Saturday, a weekend, so he didn't have to worry about time. He had all of it, at least for now.His stroll was not quiet for long. The impatient 6th could stand the silence no longer and asked him a question. "Hehe, have you thought things through kid?". Though the others were quiet, they also wanted to know what the boy's answer was.After the information they had given to the young chap yester night, particularly what the 1st had revealed to the group, they concluded that Mane had to grow stronger. And he had to do so quickly.Mane was surprised when t

Mr. Aikens rubbed his temple in exhaustion. It wasn't public information but he was actually the assistant headmaster of the school. Most head teachers give up their classes when they are appointed but not him. He loved to teach. He regarded it as a privilege- a privilege to impart knowledge onto a growing generation. After all, he was a scholar, and which scholar detested the art of divulging knowledge to others? However, it was exactly because of this chivalrous nature that he had to come to school on Saturdays.Because he was still a teacher, he was never able to fulfil his head teacher duties on time. To make up for that, he had to sacrifice a greater part of his Saturdays to get the job done. But he did not regret his decision. If he had to do it all over again, he would still make the same choices he had made back then. He got up to fetch himself a glass of water. Mr. Aikens was pouring himself a glass of water, when he heard a knock on the door.

When he entered the chamber, he walked straight to a panel that was in the centre of the room. On this panel, provisions had been made for the host to input his cultivation level, the difficulty of the simulation, and the race of the opponent.Mane added his cultivation level to the panel. Per the instructions of the nine, he chose highest level of difficulty. Upon opening the race option, Mane saw a long list of names, many of which he did not recognise. Mane had never fought a human before. He was sure that the simulation would require him to kill his opponent. He shuddered at the thought. He was not ready for that yet, that much he knew. He was about to select the beast race, when the 1st interrupted him."Choose the celestial race boy." Mane did not know what that race was but, from their name he could tell they were strong. "I don't think it's time yet. Let him start with the beast race. When he gets accustomed to the kil

Abelard had been researching on the blond boy for some days now. This boy, whom he recently found out was called Mane, was more impressive than he thought. It took some time, but he finally understood what the boy had done during their last class. This was the first time since Abelard was born, that he had met someone his age who could compete with him on an intellectual level. Well, calling it a competition would be a bit of an exaggeration. It was pretty clear to the Prince, that the blue eyed boy was better than him. They were not on the same level. He was far from the being the blond boy's match. This left him depressed. He could accept it if the boy was a bit smarter than him. But, looking at how much time it took him to understand what the boy had done, he had no choice but to admit defeat. It was pretty obvious to Abelard that the handsome boy developed that strategy in class. It was in no way pre-planned. He sighed in frustration when he realised this.So, he

“HAHAHAHAHA” In a luxurious carriage nearby, far away from prying eyes, but close enough to listen to every word that was said, a teasing laughter rang out. Inside the luxurious carriage sat five people- an older man and four ten year olds. The laughter came from the older man. “Mr. Aikens sir, how long do you intend to laugh?” A blond hair boy with beautiful blue eyes asked the older man with a small smile on his face. Seated next to him was the laughing elder, and a brown haired boy with brown eyes, who had a bitter smile on his cute face. The brown haired boy was none other than Abelard and the blond haired kid was Mane. They had come out of their rooms to meet Abelard’s little sister who had enrolled this year. They had barely left their room when they heard their mate speak of them in a gr