Romans & histoires Solo Leveling National Level Hunters

"Let us discuss this peacefully. I need all your cooperation... Sentinels! Add more comrades that will patrol our territory. Watch every movement to our surroundings and make sure that no intruders will get into our village..." "Hunters! Preserve more foods that will last for a few months. Be careful also on hunting..." "Salutary's! Find more herbal medicine. You must be ready in case a werewolf might be injured again..." "Delta's! They must be trained well to become a beta soon. We need good fighters to protect our village..."

Everyone was happy, and it relaxed me. My audience was large today as we gathered in the conference room. The Hunters Parade consisted of ten packs competing against each other in a hunt. There was a portion of my land that was reserved for hunting. This was one of the sports to influence cross-pack inter-relations among us. Anyone who has had warrior training may participate, given that their Alpha permits them to join the hunting team. Each team consisted of six individuals. Alphas, Betas, Gammas, and Elites oversaw the event.

"Goodmorning dear hunters… Glad you all can make it. I would like all the party leaders and individuals to stand in two separate queues. Party leader can take a form from my colleague on the right. As always you all have to fill it with your name, your member name and some other basic details." "The brave Individuals who are not associated with any party and wish to hunt solo can take the form from my colleague on the left. Though I strongly advise you think it through." "Please fill in the details that are asked in the form correctly and honestly. Wrong information might lead to distasteful consequences so please be very careful while filling the forms."

“Belle, tell him that you would rather be my pair!” Ah, I get it. It’s because we were ordered not to patrol alone, so we either have to go as a duo or as a group. The duo is recommended for official hunters, while the group is recommended for beginners like us. “You guys do know that we can go as a team, right?” I say, but it appears like my words are not reaching them because they seem to prefer the arguing route. “You’ll just try to flirt with her the entire time! Can’t you see that you’re going to make her uncomfortable?”

However, the strategy works only if the hunters are experienced and the horde is composed of beasts who are not individually strong. One chosen hunter, who is called the sprinter, will take the damage for the entire time while others gang up upon one or two random beasts at a time. While the sprinter takes the damage, the others collectively injure the target and ultimately let the sprinter have the killing blow on the target, letting him gain the saturation points. The non-sprinters have the job of maintaining the constant supply of saturation points. The strategy works for lower tiers because the non-spriters can take it comparatively easy and recover their chakra.

The difference between the two was that Animal Hunters were high level Mortal Realmers (Mortal Realm Stage 7 to Stage 9). Thrashers were Above-Mortal Realmers, and Peak Level Thrashers were at the peak of the Above-Mortal Realm. Predators were only comparable to Profound Realmers. And the so-called Tigers were merely at the peak of the Profound Realm. Predators with Uncommon titles were often more powerful that Tigers, but they were only comparable to Half-Step Earth Realmers. But this was where things got weird. It would have been logical for Nightmares to be Earth Realmers from the information Mane had gathered. However when he compared Dan’s feat of destroying Village Head Samoa’s home, a

I feel them, know them, they are pack. The changelings are our pack. They run with their leaders, and when Leneve spots a rabbit, she and I hunt it together. Feasting on the small animal in our Lycan forms. The changelings understand and once we devour the small meal we set off as one to hunt a bigger game as the pack of hunters we were becoming. We spot a deer, crouching and waiting in the shadows until the unsuspecting stag relaxes then Leneve and I take it down. I execute the kill, sinking my fangs into the neck, feeling the bone, and applying pressure until I hear it crack.

The participant will climb at the stage with their best hunt and receive a medallion for recognition. From the tenth place to the higher ranks, each name was called one by one and was presented with their medallion. Moments after, there was only one name left. It’s pretty obvious who the winner is. “Now, our best hunter in the Preliminary Hunting event is none other than…” a dramatic pause followed with a drumroll before it was declared, “Keldor of the Eviera pack!” Jadeline stood up in delight, excitement in her feet as she clapped proudly. She even took a bow to the people around us complimenting her, basking at their praise. I gave her a smile and leaned in for a short hug.

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

"No, sir, but I..." "It's not uncommon for hunters to request a week off after their first hunt," Eccord told her. "You can learn all you want. It doesn't matter how good you are. The fact is that there's nothing like being there in the woods with your team and the mist swirling around you, hearing the wolves call and the men scream. Nothing prepares you for that kind of horror or that kind of an adrenaline rush. Survival is the game we play here, Lunus, and if you're not at your best, you won't make it. That is why I have never denied any Hunter a request for a night off."