The Martial Unity

"You have it all wrong," Rui heaved a sigh. "That data is entirely accurate."

"That's impossible," She snorted, her aura growing more forceful by the second."

"The reason that it is possible… is that I'm not as strong as you think I am," Rui sighed, revealing to her.

He would not have gone for this choice had he been dealing with another nation on the Panama Continent. After all, revealing that he wasn't a grade-ten Martial Squire would be giving them more strategically important intelligence.

This was especially the case when one considered the fact that Rui wasn't an unknown Martial Artist. When he was a Martial Apprentice, he earned himself a name in other countries during the Serevian Dungeon War. After all, he had destroyed many Apprentice-level assets in the war, and the Martial Union had been forced to prove that he was a Martial Apprentice to prove that they didn't violate the clauses of the Serevian pact that the many nations had agreed to.

Thus even his identity had been exposed to a certain degree.

Revealing that he was actually much weaker than he had initially presented himself was risky. It wouldn't be impossible for other nations to potentially exploit this fact to their advantage.

However, he was dealing with the G'ak'arkan Tribe. He could rest assured that there was very little chance that they would engage in deceptive subterfuge when there was no record of them having ever done so in the history of the Vilun island.

"What?" She frowned. "What nonsense is that?"

"I am presenting myself to be stronger than myself using a special mental technique," Rui calmly explained. "See? I'm not as strong as you think I am."

as he got rid of his mind

at him with

to suppress my aura entirely," He explained as used a

with an open mouth, wide

to ensure that people don't belittle me or

"…"

"…"

of the reasons that he had been able to speak with Martial Seniors of the G'ak'arkan Tribe instead of Martial

was the very reason that he was speaking with Senior K'Mala instead of

Artist with a single attack… You defeated the daughter of the leaders of

technique… and some preparation…" He replied, after giving it some

being just a tad

just 'some'

being built absorbing any and all data that he could get his hands on the Martial Artists of the K'ulnen Tribe, to build more accurate and extensive predictive models on his opponents. He had even spectated other battlefields where the Martial Squire of the K'ulnen Tribe were fighting against other Martial Tribes, building predictive models

would be and only grew stronger as he refined the existing predictive models on them. Thanks to this, he entered

the more he diminished that, the more valuable the Pathfinder technique would

as she stared at it

Martial Squire, I would struggle to win and would lose in most