Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Chapter 1611 [Fufu's Bizarre Adventure 3] Conflict

Chapter 1611 [Fufu's Bizarre Adventure 3] Conflict

The Gordon family is on their way to the hunter training camp.

The holiday was coming to an end, and in a few days they would return to the Place de Bordeaux on the border.

According to his original idea, he wanted to spend the last few days of vacation with his daughter to travel around, such as taking the whole family on a short trip somewhere nearby.

Unexpectedly, during dinner yesterday, Muti suddenly suggested coming to the training camp to visit Sister Fufu, whom he hadn't seen for almost two weeks.

Gordon was not good at refusing his daughter's request, so he decisively canceled his original travel plan and changed it to a "prison visit".

Several times during the trip, Gordon wanted to pick up his daughter and walk with her in his arms, or let her ride on his shoulders, as little kids love to do.

Unfortunately, Muti shyly avoided him and hid behind his mother.

Gordon was given a cold shoulder by Hayata and could not help sighing. Before he knew it, little Muti had grown up to an age where he was no longer suitable for his father to hold him.

"Don't look so sad. People who don't know would think something big has happened." Hayata put her arm around her daughter's shoulders and said unhappily, "I've never seen you so attached to my daughter before. In two years, Muti will hate you."

"Rebellious period?"

"No, I don't hate mom and dad." Muti said in a low voice.

Gordon and Hayata looked at each other and couldn't help but smile. They felt happier than after successfully completing a large-scale hunt.

The family of three walked all the way from the city of Dondoruma to the entrance of the hunter training camp in the suburbs.

Hayata and Muti were relatively better off, but Gordon's exaggerated physique of more than two meters tall really attracted a lot of surprised glances.

Fortunately, they were all wearing ordinary casual clothes today, and passers-by just looked at them for a few seconds without causing any disturbance.

Gail was leaning against the fence at the door, and seemed to have been waiting for a while. When he saw the three people coming, he raised his hand and waved at them.

"Aunt Gail!" Muti jumped over and greeted her happily.

Gail reached out her hand skillfully and rubbed her head. She had helped raise this child, and she was no different from her own daughter.

"The head instructor personally came to welcome us? So grand?" Gordon teased with a smile.

Gale said with an exaggerated expression, "Of course not! The Brave Master Gordon and Miss Red Blade Hayata are coming to visit us in person. All the students and instructors should line up to welcome them.

We came here unexpectedly and didn't have time to prepare. Do you mind?"

Hayata couldn’t help but kick Gale, but Gale dodged with a smile, “Okay, no more jokes.

I only heard you say you were coming over this morning, but you didn't say what you were coming for, so I didn't tell anyone else about it. If the kids in the training camp knew about it, it would really cause a commotion.

How about it, are you interested in giving everyone a class or something?"

Gordon smiled awkwardly, "Not yet, we are here mainly to accompany Muti, she said she wanted to visit her sister Fufu.

By the way, it has been almost half a month since Fufu entered the training camp? How is she adapting?"

Gordon had only asked casually, but he was somewhat surprised to find that Gail's expression had become noticeably stiff.

"What's that expression on your face?"

"Hey, nothing." Gail looked away as if avoiding it, rubbed Muti's head again, and sighed: "Little Muti, you must work hard, don't become like your sister Fu Fu in the future."

Muti: “?”

"What's wrong with Fu Fu?" Hayata couldn't help but ask.

".Nothing."

As if not wanting to discuss this topic further, Gale turned around, greeted the guard at the door, and led the three people into the camp.

Even though they were wearing casual clothes and had subdued their aura, Gordon and Hayata still attracted many curious glances from the students.

After all, not everyone is qualified to have Instructor Gale lead the way personally.

When passing by a large training ground, Gordon and his companions were attracted by the fact that there were many students gathered there, and it was unknown what they were watching.

Muti, who had been yearning for this training camp, was very excited. She grabbed Gail's arm and shook it continuously, "Aunt Gail! What are they doing? Is this some special training?"

Gale, who was dizzy from being shaken by Muti, explained helplessly: "It can be understood as some kind of inter-class activity. With more students, some small groups will naturally form.

Then they engage in confrontations, fights, etc. to vent their excessive energy.

Although some minor conflicts would break out from time to time, we turned a blind eye to them considering that this would make the students more energetic.”

Gordon shrugged and expressed his understanding.

When he was a kid in the village, a few little kids would fight over who would be the ghost while playing hide-and-seek, not to mention that this training camp was filled with hundreds of young boys and girls who were full of vigor and rebelliousness.

It is certain that some people will not obey the discipline. The words of the student group leaders are probably more effective than those of the instructors. Gail and the others must have a lot of headaches on a daily basis.

Looking at the tense atmosphere between the two groups of students in the training ground, Hayata couldn't help but frowned, "What are they going to do? Fight?"

Gale waved his hands and said, "That's not necessary. We train hunters, not hooligans. The training camp still has a bottom line.

Fighting is fine, but pure fighting will result in punishment or even expulsion. The student groups also have their own rules, and these guys dare not mess around."

After saying that, she grabbed a student who was watching at the edge of the training ground and asked him a few questions, and roughly understood the situation.

His expression suddenly became strange.

"What's wrong?" Gordon asked curiously.

"Well, in short, a conflict broke out between two student groups, and they were preparing to decide the winner in a duel or something." Gale said vaguely.

Hayata also became interested and asked, "What kind of student group?"

Before Gale could answer, the student she caught excitedly said, "It's a conflict between the 'Brave Iron Fist', a group of muscle-strong students who aim to become heavy weapon users, and the 'Supernova', a group of archery students.

I don't know what caused the conflict, and it doesn't matter. Anyway, we have to fight according to the rules!"

The corners of Gordon's mouth twitched twice.

Hayata looked at him amusedly and continued to ask, "What is the format of the duel? What happens after the winner is determined?"

The student stood on tiptoe and looked at the crowd, saying, "It's nothing more than wrestling, arm wrestling, and the like. The losers have to collectively bow and apologize to the winners!"

Gale spread his hands and added, "Don't think that bowing and apologizing is nothing. They are at the age when it is most important to save face. Asking them to bow to their opponents is more painful than killing them."

The crowd became noisy, with some shouting and cursing mixed in.

"It's about to start! Let's go and take a look!" Infected by this atmosphere, the usually well-behaved Muti seemed like a different person. He ran in and twisted his body to get into the crowd of onlookers.

Gordon and his companions had no choice but to follow.

"Get out of my way! Do you want to be put in solitary confinement again?!" Gail walked forward with a shout.

With her, the head instructor, leading the way, the few of them quickly passed through the crowded crowd and arrived at the venue.

Just as the student said before, the two groups were facing each other.

There was a smaller group among them, with about twenty to less than thirty people, but they were all tall and strong with muscular bodies. They were obviously the group of students who aimed at heavy weapons.

The leader was a young man with a broad waist and shoulders, a barrel-shaped body, and sturdy limbs. Or it would be more appropriate to say a young man. He was crossing his arms, with his chin raised high, looking at the other party with contempt.

Gordon knew at a glance that this was a good power player.

There were more people on the other side, nearly fifty in total.

Since they are all shooter trainees, they don’t look as strong as their opponents, but according to Gail, most of them are senior trainees who have been in the training camp for at least two years and are just as imposing.

As for their leaders

Sitting sideways on a high-back chair that her subordinates had brought from somewhere, Fu Fu had one leg crossed and the other leg raised and placed on the edge of the chair. She was holding a cucumber in her hand and chewing it with a crunching sound, with disdain written all over her face.

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Gail couldn't help but cover his face.

(End of this chapter)