The Martial Unity

Rui opened his eyes slowly. An clear sky entered his field of vision.

He frowned.

Where was he?

He got up to his feet as he gazed forward, squinting as his eyes adjusted. A beautiful landscape extended as far as the eye could see as he gazed down at the breathtaking sight, appreciating its beauty.

But he was still confused.

He turned around, glancing at what was behind him, yet what he saw shook him to his very core.

He saw a path.

A path with profound depth.

A path he was on.

Yet what shook him wasn't the path itself.

No.

What truly shook him was treacherous calamities the path winded through.

Monsters.

Earthquakes.

Meteorites.

Land-breaks.

A torrent of devastating catastrophes littered his path.

It was a horrifying sight that inspired primal terror.

And yet, it inspired awe.

Through his terror, he could see profound boundless beauty in that path.

mesmerizing

path he wanted

step, the world shattered

woke up a shock, jerking

spotting his squire

dazed, completely confused. It took him a few moments

dream again...') He

to my match?" His eyes widened as he

silent for a

managed to get her with the Stinger, inflicting a critical wound. But the damage you took from her last

sighed, closing

He had given that fight his everything, but not even his

a deep breath as he exhaled deeply, shaking his

that has been cultivating techniques for six years. The odds were stacked against you in every way, in every

far beyond the Martial Contest, this is merely

that Rui was already half-way to being a Squire Candidate at the age of fourteen was truly astonishing. Furthermore, he had fulfilled the harder and more important condition of Squire candidacy at

back in her era, yet even she

Voidbringer...') She mused. ('How

hold me back." he said solemnly. "Instead, this failure will make me stronger, stronger than I ever

stared at his hands, as a slight smile cracked

view of what was possible

various techniques

left the past, greedily eying

* * *

as she gazed outside the window of her room, as she beheld the lively bustling town

magnificent sparkling cup sat atop a table some

to be an honour and a matter of boundless prestige,

pensive mood, unsure of what

knew what she felt. She wasn't sure

match ended, she was declared the Martial Champion and given that cup as the crowd went berserk with

KNOCK KNOCK

She

"Miss." Her butler bowed.

"What is it?"

has summoned

simply nodded, having expected

she walked towards the center of the Roschem

the center, where the study