The Martial Unity

"Huff…" Rui heaved a sigh, exhaling mist, looking around.

The Jrava Mountain Range had become buried with snow. The skies had been blurred with an endless dark grey and the white winds of the blizzard that had consumed it and more.

Winter had already come and was well underway, and it was shaping up to be quite bad. Snow had already begun piling up across the entire nation in great amounts. Snow fell generously most of the day, most days, inconveniencing the local people.

Some days yielded as much as several feet of snow, paralyzing a lot of sectors of the nation. Of course, the Kandrian Empire had already taken measures. Martial Apprentices across the entire nation were mobilized by the Ministry of Domestic Affairs and the Martial Union. Despite the enormous snowfall, streets were rapidly cleared, as were clogged residences and homes. The more-than-hundred thousand Martial Apprentices in the Kandrian Empire were easily up to the task of ensuring that the snow didn't get in people's way.

The cold war slowed down in the face of the face of a blizzard that was shaping up to be a generational nightmare. Rui wasn't particularly worried, of course, not for the Quarrier Orphanage nor for himself. With Max and Mana alone, the snow wasn't a problem. With Rui, even if it snowed a hundred meters every day, they would be unharmed.

Still, Rui found that he didn't even need to lift a finger this time. Soon before winter began, the orphanage and various other settlements across the Kandrian Empire were approached by groups of young people offering various necessities and supplies to the impoverished. Food, cooking oil, firewood, clothing. Everything they could ever need.

It was free of cost. When inquired, they proudly revealed that they were the Kandrian Ruffians.

had succeeded in his procurement of the necessary supplies for the Kandrian

word from the Beggar's Sect about the prince's return. Did it take nine months to simply sign some

past nine months, he had been very busy. For one, he had been working on his four domain projects that had been

what the fruits of his effort would be like when completed. He had worked on many original technique projects in his life as a Martial Artist, and most of them had been successes. Yet those past experiences had allowed him to gain a sense of how fruitful a

created proof-of-concept prototypes for three out of the

enthusiastic about Project Reverse Prophet. He was starting to realize how immense of

may not be able to complete it along with the other projects,'

two percent of progress. Even when he took into account the fact that he was working on other stuff, it was still extremely slow. He couldn't even imagine how much time it would take to complete the

of all the three projects, the one that had the most promise to him was

come across in the past. The prospect of extracting the information of the past to empower his ability to extract the future was too

proportionally high; the sheer amount of data that he needed to process was something else entirely. He wasn't entirely sure if

point in wondering about the viability of the project this early on; he would just have

were not nearly as hard to progress in