"Oh dear." Damian sighed softly. "Daddy really is sorry, come, why don't you give me a make-up hug?"

"Stop treating me like a child, I'm fifteen-years-old!" She complained as she pouted.

A soft smile emerged on his face, as he got up, approaching his daughter.

"Congratulations on winning the Martial Contest." He smiled affectionately as he caressed her brown hair, patting her softly. "I'm proud of you."

Fiona didn't respond to those words.

"Unsatisfied?" He asked with a knowing smile.

"...Maybe." She replied.

"What do you feel?"

"I want to know..." She said.

He waited for her as he continued caressing her head.

"...I want to know what drives him and his kind down their Martial Paths."

She closed her eyes as she recalled the intense determination that sparkled his bloodshot eyes even as he lost consciousness.

"Is it really worth a path walking down?" She asked, as her intense curiosity coloured her eyes.

"Who knows?" He smiled. "Is it?"

eyes knitted in

"Isn't it?" She asked.

"Can you

remained silent at

* *

Academy immediately. The first thing he did was

back." Fae said. "You did

smacking Ian." Kane threw him

admirable." Hever

Nel grinned

close." Dalen told him. "Good job

interacting with them, catching up and bantering

job 'Voidbringer'."

him. "Thanks, 'Elusive

him?!" Kane's eyes

could keep it hidden from

a staff member called out

"The headmaster wishes to

got up to leave. "I'll catch you guys

bade him goodbye, heading to the headmaster's office. He quickly reached the giant doors,

he expressed respect for a man who had reached a certain height of Martial power. The

performance was admirable. You have done not only yourself a favour but this branch of

headmaster."

feel coming back?" The

Martial Contest has expanded my vision of Martial Art. I intend on expanding my Flowing Void Style until it has matured and

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