The Martial Unity

"You're telling me five Martial Seniors have died just like that?"

"Yes...Master Haishi," Senior Zenshin bowed deeply.

"This is despite being provided with the necessary resources to maintain the Martial Heart continuously at all times within the forest?" She asked.

"…Yes," Senior Zenshin gritted his teeth.

Her mouth curled with contempt.

She wasn't even in the room physically, yet her merely projected image seemed to generate an avalanche of weight that wrung the very air he breathed.

"The height of incompetence," She declared. "The Carnil Mafia has no use for Martial Artists who are too weak to even survive."

Senior Zenshin was not pleased. As someone who was entrusted with the security of the Gereign base of the Carnil Mafia, these failures fell on his shoulders.

"Continue the operations," She ordered. "That goes for yourself. Obtain the Ecstasy Plum Fruits, or die trying. I can assure you that the importance of the narcotics supply far exceeds that of your lives."

"Yes, Master," Senior Zenshin narrowed his eyes. "When will the reinforcements be arriving?"

"I alone will be arriving under the guise of a Martial Senior, initially." She announced. "I will oversee the Gereign Base when I arrive. It is far too important to be left in the hands of Martial Seniors, as I had expected. Once I arrive, we will be able to expand our operations tenfold. No number of Martial Seniors can overrun us with my presence."

"Yes, Master,"

Fruit yields going?"

Zenshin replied. "However, the estimated yield was apparently one-fifth of the yield of our usual large-scale

over the past three centuries.

didn't even know what his assailant looked like, yet he pictured how wonderful it would be to watch

almost hope he reaches me," The man gritted

Seniors first and then moving on to the stronger

be ambushed was a grade-twelve Martial Senior

of them all, thus following this

time in his life, he regretted being the strongest. Had he been weaker, he would have had the opportunity to run into the hated assailant before

the slightest shred of doubt in his mind that he would rip the sinner alive. While he displayed a docile demeanor before Master

true nature was the polar

fists clenched, his mouth curled

apart with my

BEEP

at his waist, reading the message

widened. "Senior Bernete

He gritted his teeth.

Martial Seniors

bellowed, shaking the ground with sheer

shambles with such a loss, but this was not the case for the Carnil Mafia, not only did this organization have the power to tap into the massive Martial Artist population of the Kandrian Empire, they even had the power to attract

They simply were not responding the way that Senior Zenshin had hoped. After all, once Master Haishi arrived, the operations would be able to expand massively