The Martial Unity

It was time. Rui had gotten a good eight hours of sleep, instead of using a potion. Across the entire month, all of the Martial Apprentice participants would be given enough time to get a good organic sleep every night. So that they could be at their absolute best the next and also so that the students that did decide to use potions regardless didn't have to worry about the days their sleep overlapped with any scheduled fight of their own.

He had already donned his Martial uniform and was about ready to gather at the Apprentice sparring center.

"You ready?" Kane asked. "Let's go."

Rui nodded. As they headed to the Apprentice sparring center, neither of them exchanged a word. Kane merely had his hand behind his head, walking with an aura of lethargy and displeasure. Rui, on the other hand, was barely able to contain his excitement

They had already said everything that needed to be said. A tacit understanding already existed between them.

And soon, they reached, walking over to the group of Fae, Milliana and Dalen.

"You're here." Fae said, with an air of focused composure. "Ready?"

"No." Kane replied.

"Yes." Rui nodded.

Contest was well-known, she didn't want to distract herself with it at this important point in time. Soon, all

of them would be chosen

his Martial Squire bodyguards. These bodyguards merely existed to ensure that the Headmaster never had to waste energy dealing with fools who tried to get too close to him, they couldn't truly protect his life given his Martial Prowess existed two

you aim to foge yourselves. Today is the day you aim to soar high into the sky. Today is the day you will reap the fruits of your perseverance. Today is a day you confront not

beard. "The only question is... Which one of you will

eyed all of the Martial Apprentices gathered before him, feeling their growing determination with a glint of

And that time will soon come." He said. "I hereby declare the commencement of the twenty-seventh preliminary contest

earth with his powerful voice, along with

been made, until then; good luck

a tone of finality, before leaving

orator.') Rui grinned, clenching his quivering fists in excitement. How

He simply couldn't!

to start, he had been itching

had seventy-eight." He'd fought most of the Martial Apprentices in

get too immersed into

almost exclusively with the Apprentice-instructors, and hadn't interacted with anybody all that much. He

the Martial Apprentices in the crowd, directing his

boy. Messy silver hair. Startling red eyes. A demeanor