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

"That works for me

closing his

concentration accumulated as his mind converged. The secondary brain revved up as a flux of information flowed between both brains. He dispelled the mask he had placed earlier, it consumed mental energy that he

shivered as a horrifying avalanche of mental pressure washed over them, suffocating

of them muttered. "Isn't something that belongs

Squire Dylon paused, his eyebrow rose as a grin

did not want to engage with Squire Dylon's offense head-on

referee

Martial Apprentice's body stood as Squire Dylon shot forward. The sheer force with which he pushed forward, churned

BOOM!

He launched a

WHOOSH

blow crashed into

It was a feint.

BAM!

to his vitals, skidding backward. He rushed forward instantly, unleashing a

eyes in surprise as every

wasn't even

Just a few centimeters.

That was it.

moved to avoid each blow. His graceful soft movements contrasted with Squire

so much

It was effortless.

see...') Rui noted. ('Even peak Apprentice grade offensive

track of. He had plenty of time to consciously track, process, decide and then act on that decision and still evade every

wasn't even using

WHOOSH

the speed of the predictive model construction?') He wondered as he smoothly

mind and the secondary brain processed and inputted data into it at

gaped. A more than

he could look

BAM!!