The Martial Unity

Rui walked down the crowded path in a rural district of a bustling town. His attire was…strange, to say the least. He wore things he never had before. A dark Martial Art attire, with a cape-like dark robe over it.

A hood extended over his head, covering his mask-adorned head. He looked like he was trying to cosplay as darkness itself. It was very embarrassing, but Master Reina insisted that it was just right.

Today, he was not Rui Quarrier.

Today, he was the one who had come to kill Rui Quarrier.

Today, he was the Voidreaper.

The assassin that hunted other assassins.

He set himself into that mindset as he took on more silent and darker body language. Yet no power, not even the slightest ounce of threat, could be felt like him. Amongst Martial Artists, that was perhaps a sign of weakness, but amongst assassins, it was the reverse.

It was a sign of power.

Assassins were not showmen; they did not flex their power or lethality in broad daylight to inform everyone around them of their threat.

They did not draw attention.

Despite his get-up, not a single person in the bustling flea market so much as turned a head towards him.

He was invisible.

He had activated Greater Phantomind Void to throw any and everybody off his trail.

Eventually, he stopped, having arrived at a certain inconspicuous shed.

Most would never deign to pay it attention.

That was precisely why his contractors had chosen this as a place to conduct the briefing.

When he extended his senses inside, he found that Riemannian Echo was still reluctantly able to sense through it. Their security measures were not the absolute best that he had ever seen, although they were still extremely good.

That gave him even more clues as to who he was dealing with. He quickly made a few adjustments to the evaluations of the probabilities of the identities of his employer.

CLACK

way to fit in through the narrow door as he entered

was the only

Yet, it was guarded.

masked Martial Master

through Rui's mind

to the Kandrian Empire. There would be no need to mask a Martial Master if they were not native. The fact that this is even being conducted in such

a second, before reaching in to his

His voice was distorted.

trick Master

eyes drifted to meet his as he sized Rui up for several

be taken aback that he was unable to sense

may enter," The Master nodded

which Master Reina had returned to bring back to Rui so that he could provide it

room filled with luxurious

was not something one would expect to see in

didn't draw his attention nearly as much as

Artist with a curved blade sheathed at

was covered with an extravagant gas

voluptuous body with scarce clothing that left little

burly gargantuan man whose hands were larger than

woman with green skin that did not even

more, each with their

ones who were chosen to kill

alarm when he dispelled Greater Phantomind Void, appearing out of nowhere in

wasn't unaware of the powerful stares boring holes into

They weren't pleased.

declaration, conveying a message that they were all too familiar

you whenever, wherever,

blow to

eh?" One of the more chatty assassins

words were equally veiled,

things like you're really strong.

The air grew electric.

that you kill assassins like us for