The Martial Unity

"But." He said. "Not now. As you can see, I got Martial Apprentices to instruct over there."

He gestured over to some Martial Apprentices who were listening.

"No no sir, no need to bother with us."

"That's right, we can practice on our own for a while."

"You should also help other students out, not only us."

They quickly chimed in, insisting Squire Dylon spar with Rui then and there. Dylon sighed as Rui smirked. In the three years that he had been in the Martial Academy, he had earned a large fanbase among the newer batches of Martial Apprentices that had come along.

Furthermore, everyone could see that he had gotten much stronger than he was before. They were all curious to see how much stronger, and how far he could push Squire Dylon. It was a very rare event that they probably wouldn't get to see again. And they got to take a break.

"Hmph." He snorted as Rui smirked. "Popular, aren't you? Been here for only three years and you're more popular than I am."

Rui shrugged. He didn't give a damn about such things, never had and never would. "So, can we spar now?"

"Sure." He shrugged. With the other Martial Apprentices agreeing to put off their training to witness the spar, he had no reason not to agree.

Suddenly, a heavy pressure mounted onto Rui.

"Be warned though. I'm not nearly as gentle as Kyrie is." A small grin cracked on his face.

Rui smiled wryly. "I couldn't ask for more."

It wasn't long before they stood facing each other.

The sparring facility slowly morphed into a spectator stand as all the Martial Apprentices mysteriously took breaks at that moment together, and mysteriously gathered around the ring that Squire Dylon and Rui were in.

"Take your stances." A referee instructed with a much softer tone, considering he was instructing the head instructor, his superior.

Squire Dylon took an aggressive offensive stance with no care for defense. "I suppose limiting myself to grade-ten Apprentice level is good enough?"

"No." Rui replied, shaking his head.

eyebrow. "Well, we'll see. I'll just keep hitting the pedal until you can't take it

nodded. "That works for

exhaled, closing his

brain revved up as a flux of information flowed between both brains. He dispelled

shivered as a horrifying avalanche of mental pressure washed

something that belongs

rose as a grin cracked onto his face. "I guess

defensive and evasive stance. He did not want to engage with

The referee

shot forward. The sheer force

BOOM!

forward with a single step. He launched a

WHOOSH

blow crashed into

It was a feint.

BAM!

vitals, skidding backward. He rushed forward instantly, unleashing

could only widen his eyes in surprise

wasn't

Just a few centimeters.

That was it.

His graceful soft

them touched so much as a hair

It was effortless.

Apprentice grade offensive

so potent that Dylon's movements were comfortably easy to keep track of. He had plenty of time to consciously track, process, decide and then

wasn't even using

WHOOSH

the predictive model construction?') He wondered

speed as both his mind and the secondary brain

gaped. A more than

he could look deeper into the

BAM!!