The Martial Unity

The preparations were soon made. Each of the Martial Squires equipped themselves with the bare minimum unlike what they would for normal missions. Since this operation involved direct combat and nothing else, there was no need to make other kinds of preparations or take utilities that they wouldn't need.

The only thing they took was a pair of potions, a rejuvenation, and a healing potion. Though, since the G'ak'arkan Tribe was not inclined to accept their technology that they did not understand or trust, using them was not conducive to the goal of the operation.

"Is everybody ready?" Rui asked once they all gathered back in a dispatch facility in the outer ring of the settlement.

He didn't even need to ask, he could feel their steeled wills and determination through their aura.

"We've just gotten word from the intelligence team that the K'ulnen Tribe seems to be about to dispatch a large chunk of their Martial Squires to another battlefield very soon. As soon as we've received confirmation that the battle has begun and that it's too late to call them back, we'll immediately head out ourselves, got it?" Rui informed them, receiving a series of nods in return.

Just then, an extremely potent yet restrained presence entered their senses.

"Senior Ceeran," Rui bowed his head lightly, expressing the respect that the Martial Senior deserved by virtue of being a Martial Senior.

a light-hearted albeit highly passionate state of mind. He resembled an excited adventurer or even an artist pursuing their craft into the unknown,

the battle, and he knew that his role was pivotal, it was

as they all waited. A brief time passed before Rui finally received the confirmation

on the last bit of paperwork

top speed,

sky. They had chosen to avoid doing so since their environment was very necessary to their self-sufficiency and sustenance on the island. All of the Martial Tribes were well aware

only time that Martial Seniors clashed on the island had left a gigantic crater that seemed to permanently wipe

matter of time before they could see the village of the K'ulenen Tribe in the distance from their elevation. Even though

from the village, headed directly toward them. "Just as we

want to stop? Shouldn't we drive the battle as close to

in the battle in time, even with

Squires immediately acquiesced, none of them wanted to be left alone facing a Martial Senior, that was a suicide battle

after all." Rui tutted as he saw the Martial Squires of the

they were extremely wary of Rui's super long-range accuracy. None of them wanted to have their brains scrambled by a sound