The Martial Unity

The impacts of the second Senior-level conflict between the Kaddar Treaty Organization were vast. Far more vast than anyone partaking had expected.

"What did you say?" A deep masculine voice boomed across a large throne room adorned with ostentatious decorations.

The throne room was adorned with many seats, each more extravagant than the last the further towards the opposite end of the entrance they went.

The king of the Graheria Empire sat on the giant gold and silver throne at the very end.

General Dereftar gritted his teeth and endured the reproachful eyes of the many royal dignitaries who presided over the meeting.

"General Dereftar," The king addressed the Martial Senior. "I asked you a question. How did Senior Ferin perish?"

"…A fourth Martial Senior of the Floating Sect killed her before we realized it." The man clenched his fist as he squeezed the words out of his mouth.

"I'm afraid I don't understand," The king replied simply. "How did the three of you fail to notice an attack from the enemy until after it killed Senior Ferin? How did Senior Ferin fail to miss such a lethal attack?"

Yet the general knew that the king's mood was anything but simple.

Or perhaps it was simple.

Simply furious, that was.

"It was… a sound-based attack, your majesty," The general straightforwardly.

that statement, it meant nothing to

on sensing the inception of the technique rather than the sound itself. For us to have not noticed it means that the Martial Senior could

the Martial Artist that killed Ferin had

General Dereftar nodded gravely. "Certainly something that only a Martial Senior could do. To hit a bullseye from that far without the

He hesitated.

The king asked, narrowing

had absurd endurance and healing. I suppose it's possible that he

kingdom was killed, resulting in the loss of one of our precious few national treasures. On top of that, the Floating Sect now has an extra

Dereftar winced inwardly, the reproach from the

The king sternly

is correct, Your

allowing

burst out screaming in anger and frustration in a manner that was

to deal with was one of the worst outcomes possible. The probability of such a thing happening

him that such a thing was impossible was

wanted to get up from his throne, walk down there, and chew him out

kingdom for him to even risk going too far with his aggressive criticism. He did not want to risk losing another Martial

was the problem with

also people. If they were disenfranchised, they would simply

leave so easily, because he was a loyal member of the military. Loyalty was something that was well-trained in the military. He had risen through the ranks as a Martial Artist and had been

The king addressed

"Yes, your majesty?"