"This should be it."

He murmured as his eyebrow raised at the poor small hut in front of him. The structured looked so frail that Rui wouldn't even need to use an Apprentice-level technique to completely demolish it.

He knocked on the door lightly.

"I haven't finished preparing myself, the night hasn't begun yet, please wait."

Rui hadn't even the faintest idea what those words meant, they were literally in a different language. "I'm the Martial Artist from the Kandrian Martial Union who has accepted your commi-"

The door clicked, instantly swinging wide open.

Rui found himself staring at a young beautiful woman, who stared right back at him with disbelief and elation.

"Miss Fria?" Rui asked.

Rui's eyebrows rose as he saw a tear flowing down from her eye, she seemed choked with emotion.

"Are you okay?" He asked, seeing that she clearly wasn't.

can't believe you're here. I ca-" She

He was quite happy that she spoke Sanskrit, however. For now,

down miss." Rui said. "Take things slowly. I believe you wished to speak to me before the

pull herself together at those words. "Yes, please

the small doorway. His growth spurt in the past three years had done wonders for his height. But

a seat." She gestured at a disheveled torn sofa that looked like it had been extracted

he didn't want to get sick on an international mission, and he didn't trust anything in the entire district to be

"Sorry for my outburst earlier...

that way, it's not a matter to

had been informed that my commission had been accepted although they refused to share any details about

told her. He hadn't taken off his mask even once the moment he

really a grade-ten Martial Artist?" She asked, concerned. "You seem very

this was a technique every Martial Artist naturally learned as they grew stronger and stronger, in order to suppress and limit their aura and pressure. Martial Artists were so powerful that there very presence could trigger the subconscious sense of danger in normal humans, and could exert a lot of pressure on them that way. Restricting emotional expression was one way they could limit

light grew a shade darker as the air grew tauter and perilous for just the briefest of moments, before returning to

control on his emotions just a little. However even that tiny bit inspired an immense amount of terror in Fria as she understood the Martial Artist

"Rest assured

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