The Martial Unity

The seven of them conversed for nearly an hour before they needed to disperse, after all, they were all preoccupied with their own matters. Everyone but Rui and Kane had returned to the Martial Academy.

"Keep in touch, Kane," Rui told him. "I'll send you the details of the technique soon."

"I already have a bunch of techniques I've chosen to work on at the moment." Kane shook his head. "I'll let you know when I'm open to learning it."

"Sure, will do." Rui nodded. "See ya."

"Bye." They exchanged a handshake and a hug before setting out in their own directions.

Rui set out for the Martial Union. He had taken enough of a break in the past few days and intended to get back into grinding through missions. He needed to build up experience in the Squire Realm, experience that he was sorely lacking.

He was especially keen because he didn't yet have any genuine combat experience in the Squire Realm. He had sparred against some Martial Squires, but he did not have any experience engaging in actual combat against a hostile Martial Squire or a Squire-level beast. Something he intended to fix as soon as possible. However, missions involving other Martial Squires came at and above grade four, thus he had to upgrade so that he ran into missions of a higher grade.

Soon enough he found himself standing in the Mission library of the Martial Union. He immediately walked to the offense-class section of missions in the library. Out of all classes of missions asides from perhaps the hunter class, the offense class of missions was the class of missions that had the highest likelihood of actual combat. The mission involved actively attacking the target or targets of the mission.

As long as he ground and cleared the missions with impeccable perfection, the Martial Union would have no choice but to raise his grade as a Martial Artist. It was a simple but straightforward plan.

the missions, running into a few

mission:

Clientele: Frindul Sentar

of the mission: King Fujilin

target: Royal

Difficulty grade: 3

perpetually guarded by an elaborate security detail consisting of more than a dozen of

Mission commencement: Immediate]

eyebrows arched. "I'm holding the mission bill

the mission bill out

must be the first time I've chosen

duly filling up the paperwork needed to officially accept the mission. Soon enough, he was seated at a table with the

Martial Union, the butler was merely a personal servant of Minister

murmured, absorbed in

a sign that she did not trust the Kandrian Martial Union's data security. After all, if the official details of the commission contract were leaked

would not necessarily bear down on her since she was not the contractor, officially. Of course, the Martial Union would not let such technicalities slide, officially or not, it was still cleaner than being officially