The Martial Unity

"I am certainly not prepared for such a meeting," Rui replied with a troubled expression.

"His Highness does not intend to pressure you. His Highness is merely eager to meet you and make your acquaintance, rest assured that you make take your time for any decision regarding your allegiance or support," Master Zentra reassured him. "While it looks like we're in the same camp, the Martial Union will not allow the Royal Family to unduly pressure our partners and members."

Rui wasn't so worried about being pressured, if the man had any sense, he would not do that and squander any chance of getting the support of the most prodigious Martial Senior in history.

It was just a little abrupt, he hadn't gotten a chance to prepare himself mentally for an important event like this. He was also a little tired after the presentation that he had just given.

"We have prepared high-grade physical and mental rejuvenation potions if you require them," Master Zentra remarked. "

"Huff…" Rui heaved a sigh. "I'll take them."

And he did. They nourished his body and mind thoroughly, making him feel like he had gotten a good night's sleep and massage the next morning.

He wished he could get a regular supply of them, but alas.

What ensued next was a blur. A group of men and women who were assigned to grooming stripped him down and then scrubbed and washed him in a tub of herbal and flowery water that was allegedly meant to help with washing away Martial Artist grime.

Admittedly, by the time they were done, he felt more fresh than he had in his entire life. However, he also felt more violated than in his entire life.

They donned him with formal Martial Art attire, the type that was impractical in combat with an absurd amount of folds and cloth that just got in the way.

feels unnecessary," Rui

if you were to meet him in regular Martial Art attire that is sweaty after

a glowing carriage of gold and silver, drawing attention from everybody across the entire facility. Naturally, that attention shifted to him as Rui entered the carriage. At that moment, he looked closer to a noble than a Martial Artist, but his features were too well-known for people to

"Hey look…"

"It's Rui Quarrier!"

he's our age, but is already a

ignored

dignified butler in a custom-tailored tuxedo with a bow tie, bowed

luxurious carriage. It different from the ones that the Martial Union used, which

Royal Family, however, could not afford to. Their image was the image of

accelerating increasingly before it took off into

murmured, surprised. "A flying

a rare luxury that very few can afford, sir," The butler remarked, standing still despite the carriage escalating to the skies. "His Highness reserved the best for you, to ensure that

in which he could possibly convince Rui to join his faction with pure benefits.

his family were involved in this

prince or princess. If there was any

the initiative to be the first to speak with Rui in person. Perhaps he was confident that he could bag Rui as a supporter because Rui was a Martial Senior and a young Martial Senior at that. He was probably under the impression that