The Martial Unity

POW POW POW!

Siera grimaced as Rui's attacks found themselves on her vitals, cleanly dodging her guard. He usually used a combination of the algorithm's predictive prowess in conjugation with his superior speed, agility.

Phantom Step made it overwhelming.

He didn't even think about using Blink or the Stinger. That would just be bullying, at that point. He didn't enjoy tormenting his opponents beyond what was necessary or warranted.

He only went so far as to push her to her limit, allowing her opportunities and avenues to fight back and limiting himself to a portion of his techniques so that the spar would beneficial to her.

Frankly, Rui could already see small improvements across the fight. Compared to their first round to their final round, she had grown to be able to last much longer. Her raw combat ability, of course, did not improve in the span of merely several hours. However, a shift in her mind-set caused her to take more solid and apt approaches to her predicament. That alone was worth the sparring session.

BOOM!

Rui flipped her flat to the ground from a grappling position.

"Let's put an end to the sparring session for today, I've filled my weekly quota." He sighed before consuming a rejuvenation potion. "Goodbye."

He left her as he gathered his belongings before making his way out of the sparring facility. Yet, just before he could;

me!" He heard a girl call out

bunch of girls had approached

us as

his head. "I was commissioned to

time with me as

paused, staring at her until he finally understood

Rui had been so far detached from anything resembling popular in

he could just be misreading them,

shook his head. "I'm afraid I won't be accepting anymore

around immediately, leaving

He realized that he couldn't even remember the

In this life I had been extremely focused on cracking the Martial Entrance Exam with everything I had. After I did, I was then focused on discovering

had completely given up on relationships, blocking them away from his mind. Not just with women, but he grew increasingly isolated from any meaningful relationships at all. He had had 'friends' among his fellow research team twho would coax him to join them in the occasional meal at the local steakhouse,

cooled down once the research team had hit a hard dead-end with the viability issue of the

life, the sheer positivity he felt as well as all the affection and support he had received had warmed

young for it most of his life of course. But he was already fifteen now, and his body was undergoing through the familiar process of puberty, and annoying hormones were increasingly starting to plague