The Martial Unity

"And they'll contact me through my accounter, I presume?" Rui wondered.

"They can." The staff member nodded, "But they can also choose to communicate with you through other ways, such as arranging a personal meeting with you. It all depends on the client. It is recommended to get two separate accounters for your two separate profiles on the Martial Union database. On the other hand, you may also take the initiative to communicate with them as the client has chosen to divulge a means of contact through their comms. You will receive a verification code that can be used to verify your identity."

"I see..." Rui muttered. "Thank you."

He walked away as he considered the matter. The client, Fauche Virgil, had chosen to approve the Martial Artist who applied to accept the mission, in spite of the extra fee. That alone told Rui much.

('It seems like he has conditions for the Martial Artist who will be attempting to complete the mission.') Rui thought to himself. ('Conditions that the profiles and the information about the Martial Artist offered by the Martial Union aren't enough for him to know whether the Martial Artist actually fulfills those conditions.')

Rui was pretty certain that the public profiles offered a general understanding of the Martial Artist's capabilities without getting too specific. There were probably plenty of clients who wanted to get a much more precise understanding of the commissioned Martial Artist's capabilities personally.

('Or he could simply be the paranoid type in general.') Rui shrugged.

Rui wasn't sure which one it was, but there was definitely a high chance that it was one of the two.

Just as he walked out of the branch office, his accounter beeped.

[This is Fauche Viril. Be there at a restaurant called Grill Feast in the town of Vermeen within the next three hours.]

he seems rather blunt.') Rui mused as he closed off

restaurant. Not that was a particularly problematic roadblock. The town was within the

sky-walked towards the town of Vermeen as he donned his mask. All he needed to do was

ten minutes to reach his destination. He found himself standing

it was a much more down-to-earth

in a company that was large enough to have a board of directors. He had a certain degree of gravitas about him, well-groomed, and smoked a cigar, which was the tell-tale sign that a person was a

Martial

speaking in the international dialect. "I am Squire Falken, the Martial Artist who applied

over, clearly trying to get an impression of him. Rui pulled a chair opposite to him, taking a seat. He couldn't be bothered by the

wanted to arrange a meeting? Well, here I

smoke before leaning forward to Rui, opening

memorized

finally uttering more than a word. "So, Squire

his gaze across Rui once more. "I hear

"Indeed," Rui replied.

"Why?"

could just give some generic reply to that question, but he didn't particularly feel the need to obfuscate

my capability, having grown

"Stronger how?"

your business,