The Martial Unity

"Good luck." Rui wished them with a gentle expression. "Do your best and look out for each other. Good luck."

"We'll make you proud, big brother."

"Yeah, we'll definitely get in, just you watch!"

Rui smiled with pride and affection, hoping he did a good job hiding his anxiety.

"Off you go, then." He sent them towards the long busy line of applicants, inspecting their competition. As predicted, they were all taller and bigger.

His senses swept through the area examining them carefully. ('Any Martial Apprentice applicants...?')

His eyes narrowed after a moment. ('Just one.')

When he applied, there were five.

Well.

Technically four, since Nel wasn't a Martial Apprentice, but he was as strong as one without a doubt. This made the difficulty of the entrance exam much lower, something Rui was relieved about. In his senses across the entire area, he had sensed several Martial Artists of various Realms, including a Martial Senior.

"So." Colonel Geringan's voice came from behind him. "You're seeing your siblings off, are you?"

replied. "You don't

with measured strides in his military garb. "I knew that there was

divulged that he had friends in the Martial Union, from his faction presumably, who could get things

probably found out that Rui was commissioning a Martial Apprentice instructor, and

me despite

and the commission was about more than just Crea, anyway." He replied straightforwardly. "And in my judgment, you haven't attempted to sabotage Crea or

you think I

always possible, I didn't know you

Max and Mana

course not." He snorted. "I'm not a fool to reveal something that could affect her performance. I

right," Rui replied

in, it was always a long shot and they were aware of that. They had five more attempts each with an additional year of training and

good

that too

that scared him a lot for Max

exam, to prevent people who would be scared away by even a statistically low probability of death from applying. A lot more people

his head. "I've done everything I can, I need to trust

he was

entrance exam. It was in a large hall, they had entered at one end of the hall,

in the uniform of the Martial Union, with tables with boxes on them, filled with something they couldn't see. Time passed until the hall grew jam-packed with thousands of

emerged from the other side with a long flowing beard and mustache. Even his eyebrows extended, curling down. He was