"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.

here. I ca-" She choked once as

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

you wished to speak to me before the mission

seemed to pull herself together at those words. "Yes, please

three years had done wonders for his height. But it was more of a hinderance in situations like this, but

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

want to get sick on an international mission,

seat opposite to him, staring him in the eyes. "Sorry for my

way, it's not a matter

commission had been accepted although they refused to share any details about you to

details about myself either." Rui told her. He hadn't taken

grade-ten Martial Artist?" She asked,

pressure. Martial Artists were so powerful that there very presence could trigger the subconscious sense of danger in

air grew tauter and perilous for

a little. However even that tiny bit inspired an immense

her. "Rest assured that I'm more than qualified

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