The Martial Unity

Rui sighed to himself in relief, he was quite happy that he didn't need to injure the hippogriff while completing his mission. Thankfully, he nailed the timing and was able to latch onto it in a position where it was unable to do anything about him. The timing he had managed to nail with a predictive model he had created for it. He had exclusively used the predictive model alone without the adaptive model since the latter was not very reliable against non-human opponents.

Something he had yet to fix.

('It's not like I've been using the VOID algorithm much recently.') He sighed. The last time he had used it was against Kyrie in their spar, but it had been quite a while since he used it on a mission. It couldn't be helped, after all, his opponents were too weak for him to employ his strongest weapon. So far, he had only fought groups of high-tier Martial Apprentices.

He sighed. Only once he got to a higher grade would he undertake missions that featured actual Squire-level combat assets. Whether it be Martial Squires, potion-amped humans, or war weapons that could threaten even Martial Squires. All of it would come with grade four missions and above. That's why he was grinding through the easy missions quickly and perfectly, he would get to where he wanted to quicker that way.

He heard light chirps as the little hippogriffs tried waking their mother up, distressed. Rui sighed, putting on a mind mask of positivity as he approached them.

"Hey, who do we have here?" He cooed at them as warmly and non-threateningly as he could, trying to calm them down.

He only needed to keep them there until the team arrived. Thankfully, it wasn't long before the team from the Ministry of Environment and Ecology arrived. Eight men had trudged traveled up the mountain in motorized carriages, carrying some equipment with them.

"Squire Falken?"

nodded. "What's going to happen to the

ready." The officer told him as they began strapping up the hippogriff and putting the cubs into crates. Rui was satisfied with the care they were handling the

he had completed the mission. The hippogriffs were safe

He sighed.

was satisfying, he was starting to grow quite unsatisfied with the lack of real stimulating combat. The aerial clash with the hippogriff was the closest thing to a challenge ever since he had begun his streak of missions. Grade three missions simply weren't stimulating enough. He couldn't wait to engage in actual

he got upgraded to grade four as a Martial Artist. He intended to grind past them to

against other Martial Squires as he did with Kyrie was a better alternative than trying to seek real-life combat but he already knew it wasn't. No matter how intense sparring got, it

a battle with high stakes, if he didn't routinely expose himself to that pressure and temper his mind under that weight, he would become increasingly rustier as time passed, and his

combat effectiveness, it was also about his Martial Path. He would not be able to go much deeper down his Martial

('Just need to

of Hajin. He intended to reach the town immediately and undertake another mission as soon

ID and mission bill before completing the post-mission protocols such as writing statements and a report. Once he was done with the annoying paperwork, he headed straight over to the

I'll need to head home and catch some rest.')

the offense class section, skimming through the available missions. He ran into

[Offense class mission: Destruction