The Martial Unity

Chapter 177

"The Martial Contest?" Squire Kyrie echoed, glancing at Rui.

"That's right." Rui said, nodding. "I'm about enter training for the Martial Contest. But, I'm not sure what kind of techniques to purchase. I was wondering if you had any advice for me?"

In the past day he had spoken to multiple people. His friends, some instructors, some old instructors, he had received a diverse array of opinions.

Kane had told him he should improve his evasive maneuvering. Fae had told he should consider improving his striking. Dalen and Milliana had respectively told him to consider improving his defense and stamina.

He wasn't sure. He had hoped that consulting others would give him some clarity, but frankly, it only made him more conflicted.

There were many good arguments for each of the options he had been presented.

"What does the Martial Contest have to with the development of your Martial Art?" Kyrie asked.

"Huh?" Rui tilted his head in confusion. "What does it have to with the development of my Martial Art? I want to compete in and win the Martial Contest. For that, I have to grow stronger."

He replied with a confused expression.

Squire Kyrie didn't respond immediately, taking her time to ponder about his words. "You know... I won the Martial Contest back when I was still in the Academy and was crowned the Martial Princess."

"What??" Rui turned to her in shock and surprise. "I did not know that."

"So long ago, that it doesn't even matter

cognizant enough to sense that her words had meaning, she

Martial Contest?" He murmured with a skeptical

roll around, it

Confederate, the Britannia Empire and the Republic of Gorteau all sent delegates to the Kandrian Empire during the Festival, to engage in some diplomatic show of

Kandrian Martial Festival lied the inter-academic Martial Contest

representatives, four rounds, one champion. Glory.

an event be

to you?" She asked. "Reaching Martial Squire, or winning the

Squire was far stronger a desire for Rui than anything else. His ultimate goal was to

could not reach Martial Squire, then it meant he had hit a

to tolerate, in comparison, the Martial

the Martial Contest, and participating in the Martial Contest

"Can you?" She asked.

"Can't I?"

if the Martial Contest

remained silent at that

different from that of your Martial Contest

"Probably."

you think you'll reach Martial Squire if you allow something like

eyes flew wide open at those words. He understood what she was

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