Grandmaster Of All Job Class

Joan scried Stephen for many and many hours. It was time to proceed to the job for this day.

Even though looking at Stephen's private life was a bit intrusive, he still wanted to find out why he was chosen to be the next inheritor of their legacy.

"They finally found the one to inherit them. I could only be jealous of Stephen. He found my precious students and saved them. Not all of the children in these times are like him. I can only applaud his kindness and it resulted in him being picked."

Joan then ended the [Clairvoyance] and [Time Scry]. For him, it was like days that he watched Stephen but it was only a matter of hours.

The wind that was encircling finally ceased to rotate in his surroundings.. The small ball of imagery burst but it was not damaging.

Only the air popped like a balloon and it made his hands be swayed a bit. Making him smirk on the process.

He scanned the surroundings and the sun has risen high. The mountains were staring back at him as he looked at its grandeur.

Birds were passing by at their tops and cows were herded at the vicinity, horses too. Just a few kilometers from where he stands.

Joan inhaled a large amount of air as he realized he needs to train the younglings of their village. He wondered why he gets sidetracked a bit for hours and it only made him waste time for a bit.

As he prepared for the training, he touched his bow and planned for them to create their own. Not wanting them to just rely on his bow to train and it will only make the others laze around.

Walking for several minutes on the dirt road, he whistled while his two hands were in his nape.

Several houses were passed by and some of them were run-down. Several ones were still smoking in their chimneys that were made of clay. Walls were made of wood though and they have no money to buy bricks for it.

The rest were wood especially the roofs. They have fences that were made of lumbers attached to each other and some birds were perching on the top.

Staring at him while chirping then hopped three times. Many house birds were seen in the wooden fence and he was pecked by one of them.

Immediately, he felt his blood boil and he can feel veins popping out of his head. Shooing them on the process as Joan was deeply annoyed by it.

He walks for several minutes more and saw many hills that he passed through. He stared at the swaying wheat that was ripe enough to be harvested.

He also saw that many farmers were starting to harvest the ripe wheat with sickle to cut the plant. Attired with a straw hat and long sleeves for protection from the heat of the sun.

He can see his father up ahead that was also busy reaping the harvest. Not wanting to disturb him, he only stared at him in the distance.

Just up ahead, he saw the prospect trainees for the day. Some of them already have a bow and some arrows with them.

"Hey, Joan! Why are you so late?" Kendrick shouted in the distance. Waving his hands in his direction.

Some of them were already in the mood to be trained and some were just sitting there in the wooden fence. Lazying around while kicking rocks.

Joan approached them with more haste to calm their already exciting selves. Not wanting to be a laughing stock and being a bad example for them.

Being called tardy was not in his mind but it was for the best to not do it again. He went on his way and cracked his neck left and right.

Flipping his hood and his robes to make them swayed by the wind. Soon, he arrived and unpacked his arrows and bow from his body that weighs several kilograms. The bow itself was heavy so he hurried to place it to the ground and told them to gather around.

They encircled themselves and some of them were holding bows. There were only three of them who has the required weapon.

The place was a vacant spot that has fences. A place of their headquarters or lets say their turf. A dirt ground with some hay just all over the place and a fire pit encircled with stones at the center of their turf.

The others just coughed at him as he instructed them.

"Okay for today, I will teach you all how to hunt, properly. And I hope you will all learn from me. So be attentive when I am giving instructions. You will not survive and hunt properly if you were not listening well. Now, for the time being, I will slowly teach you all the basics." Joan said to them.

Kendrick raised his hands as he has questions for him.

"Say, master, we will be having a training for this meantime but can you tell me what training to be exact?" Kendrick asked him. Not sure whether his question helped or not for the rest of the team.

Joan was surprised as he was asked his vital question. Thinking that it will clarify what they will do in the meantime.

Joan then scanned his mind if he will be going to train them without mercy or just hunting. Whether they will pass his standards, then he will maybe teach them Ranger skills.

Not wanting on raising a tiger to prey on him someday was what caused him hesitant of teaching them fully.

Not all can do much like him but he will be observing them in the meantime.

"Okay, I will tell you what I will teach. Let's start with the bow. I wanted you to create your bows for hunting. I don't want you to share bows every time you met a prey so it should be a one to one ratio," Joan said to them.

Immediately, the ten of them all collected hardwoods that were curved by the heating process of the fire just in front of them. Being strewn by a curled cloth as a bowstring.

Joan tested its durability and they were good enough. Even though they were just newbies in making it, they managed to create it for themselves with the help of Joan.

They went on crafting arrows from sticks and feathers of chickens. Also putting the tip of the arrow with sharp metal. Well, not all have a metallic tip as it was very scarce to have such metal.

They can only have wooden arrows in the meantime but they will only be useful for hunting and not killing monsters.

Joan was impressed with their ability to catch up with his lessons and so, he taught them how to fire a bow.

"That would be good bows but I also needed you to be excellent in firing it. Not that I expect much from the ones who didn't wield it before but I will surely make sure to teach you well." Joan said then made an example for them to see.

Knocking the arrow on the bow then drawing the bowstring while holding the arrow on it. Releasing it after a few seconds.

It was a good example but they needed to figure it out themselves. So starting from Kendrick, then to Mark, then to Sebastian, to Gladden, to Ian, Eman, Ben, John, Robert and last, Alex.

All have their time firing at the makeshift dummy that has a target on its face. Colored by a dye, encircled to be a target. Hay was all over its body as it was easy to make one with clothes stuffed inside it.

All have their share of firing at it and was substituting every time they fired. Some of them were hasty for their turn and Joan can only laugh at them. Ben and John were bickering who was better between them. Joan can only smile at the process when they all have fun.

They were also fixing the dummy after a few shots at it. John was the one who wipes off the dust on its clothe and already named the dummy with the same name as his. Hugging it sometimes as he loved it to be fired at.

Ben can only sigh at his predicament and wanted to tease him a bit.

Later on, Joan then taught them how to survive in the forest. The do's and don'ts in the forest as well as pathfinding and tracking. The monsters to avoid and the edible foods in the forest itself.

They all finished the seminar of Joan and felt more knowledgeable than before.

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