"Hunting? Why would we go hunting? I am still not at the right age." Raymond replied to his father, who was preparing some materials.

His father looked at him from top to bottom, then went back to his face. His father smirked, then went back to preparing.

"Look at your body. It is forming well, but it would be wasted if you didn't practice hunting. After all, your age would be the best age to practice hunting." His father said.

Raymond was left wondering. It was not because of why he should practice, but how his father thought of it. From his memories, his father never asked him to practice hunting. This just made him curious about the change.

Was it perhaps that he was training? But even with it, his father was not the type of person that would ask him to go hunting since his father was one of those overprotective parents.

Raymond was left with no choice. He then searched for his mother and looked at her. His mother only snickered at him, knowing that he was looking for an ally. But his mother only shrugged at him and turned her back.

'Then, there must be something that happened that my parents are acting on in this way.' Raymond thought that made him pursue asking his father.

"Father, why do you think I need to practice hunting? You didn't ask me this before."

Raymond's father looked at him with a smug face.

"Look at you, kid. You still don't know why I am asking you to practice hunting? It is because of your efforts these past few months. Some officials in the clan wanted to see you perform well, and gave permission to practice hunting."

Raymond pondered again. Wasn't his age best for practice hunting? Why do they need permission?

"Uhm... Father, I am confused. You just said earlier that it is the best age to practice hunting, but why does some official give us permission?" Raymond asked.

His father chuckled, then said, "It is because the practice venue was special. From other practice venues, this one is special since this place is where people don't die."

Raymond's jaw dropped as he listened to his father's words. It was surprising to him and it made his eyes flicker.

"Really? Does that kind of place exist?" Raymond excitedly asked.

From Raymond's memory, some kind of special practice venue wasn't present. At least the coverage of his memories, since the coverage was only until he was 17. Maybe after it, being a hunter fighter would surface as a special venue for practicing hunting.

This made Raymond excited. He wanted to practice his body and since this opportunity came to light, nothing would stop him from going on a rampage. At least, the burning passion inside of his heart shouts it.

"Then, father, what do I need to prepare?"

After a few hours, Raymond and his father finally reached someplace inside the village. It was the special practice venue that the clan had for promising young men. They nurture promising talents here to become great fighters.

This venue was just a huge building with a dome. It was powered by some magic to perform some of the conditions to remain alive after fighting monsters. But of course, the monsters inside were just magic generated that could be easily canceled.

The venue was composed of three categories. For marksmen, they had archery, close-combat for those who fought in close quarters, and finally, tanking for those who wanted to increase their strength in catching forces.

Raymond and his father walked inside. There was a hallway and some light in each corridor. There were some rooms, and glass to see what was inside.

This long hallway was just dimly lit, but it wasn't hurting the eyes. They passed different rooms and, after a few turns, they stopped at one room. It was huge, and there were a few people standing.

His father greeted some people and showed a permit-like item to them. They were guided inside, and Raymond's jaw was agape as he was so astonished by what he saw.

It was like a zoo in the middle of the stadium-like room they entered. There were some benches and people sitting there.

They were offered a seat, which they willingly accepted. They waited there for a few minutes, and then it was their time to use the venue.

"Are you excited? Having the privilege to practice here is one of a kind and praisable for your age." Raymond's father said.

Raymond's eyes shone, and he looked at his father. "Really? Then, what should I do there, father? I heard that hunters are three different kinds. Marksman, close-combat, and tank, what should I practice from the three?"

His father only smiled.

"You have to watch first. Then decide what you want. I won't decide for you, kid. It's your life." Then his father left him to make him follow him to the venue. Raymond was left with a smile as he followed his father to the venue.

The venue was like a small forest. There were these green living things that gave the area a freshness. But the land was surprisingly not the best for the forest environment since the ground was flat with sand.

'Still, it is surprising to see that these greenery plants remained alive in this closed place.' Raymond thought as they eventually entered the venue.

"Look here, Raymond. What you need to focus on is strength allocation. If you have good mobility, you can be a close-quarter fighter. If you had great accuracy, you could also be a marksman, and if you had good strength but low mobility, you could be a tank." His father said, and Raymond nodded to him.

"What you need to look at in my example is this..." His father left him as they were inside the venue. Some monsters appeared.

There was a huge boar, just the same size as a human being. It had brown fur and dark legs, and surprisingly, the fang was white. As it looks good, it was indeed generated by magic.

"Level one: Commence!"

Raymond's father was holding a sword. It was a broadsword, and as the monster boar saw his father, it ran towards him with the intent of bashing him.

Raymond stood away from them, to inspect and see his father's example, of course. There, the clash was starting, and Raymond was agape at his father's performance.

Slash!

His father moved like lightning, passing through the boar with his sword vertically pointed at the monster. Then, in an instant, a line was drawn when they met, and for a few fragments of a second, blood splattered.

"Skill [Vertical Slash] was used." A computer-automated sound loomed throughout the whole venue.