The Martial Unity

The post-mission wing of Martial Union headquarters was large. It had to be, after all. Many, many missions were completed every day and each mission had post-mission protocols that needed to be completed. The Martial Union needed to procure reports and statements from the Martial Artists before official confirmation could be provided.

A lot of Martial Artists returning from missions usually gathered in the wide wing as they handled the final protocols after the mission ended.

The wing was divided into different sections for different Martial Realms, each Realm of Martial Artists had its own dedicated post-mission facility.

That was why all the Martial Apprentices in the Apprentice post-mission facility were surprised when they felt the faintest Squire-level aura in the facility.

That was strange.

They all frowned.

Squire-level Martial Artists were not supposed to be in the Apprentice post-mission facility.

What was even more strange was that it was muffled. As though someone had snuffed it. Yet, they could sense it. It was unmistakable, every Martial Apprentice knew the aura of a Martial Squire quite well, after all.

Yet, when they turned around to see what was happening, they only saw five Martial Apprentices walking towards them. None of them were emanating the faint Squire-level. No. Instead, the Squire-level aura came from a bandaged corpse that one of the Martial Apprentices dragged along the floor.

It took them a few seconds to process.

Corpse. Squire-level aura. Martial Apprentices.

Apprentice stared at

carrying the corpse had strange hair and strange eyes. They were pitch black.

said to one of the support staff. "I need to deliver the target of the mission." he pointed

before glancing at the corpse, unable to recognize the aura. "I'm afraid that trophies such as that are not allowed

replied. "It's evidence.

"Evidence of...?"

fact that we killed

his words sparked as they all quickly finished up their

up. "Catch

the post-mission protocols, he moved on after

lot of thinking

should I do now?" He wondered

so days since he came

his head a bit. ('I

wasn't as smooth

experience supplementing them, his awareness and control of his power would slip. He would be ineffective and even unstable. Just like the Martial

had other things he wanted

Kandrian dialect so that Julian could help

optimize his breakthrough using the scientific foundation that he had inherited from Earth. If that were the case, he would be a fool not

the Squire Realm was

his mission and understanding the research data that he had procured from the research facility would be the two things he would immediately focus on. Once that was done, he would go into training with