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

door as he entered the little shed, taking a row of stairs down,

door was the only way

Yet, it was guarded.

masked Martial Master coldly demanded

through Rui's mind at that

Martial Master if they were not native. The fact that this is even being conducted

Master for a second, before reaching in to his robes, pulling out a little token, handing

His voice was distorted.

Master Reina taught

Master's eyes drifted to meet his as he sized Rui up

seem to be taken aback that he was unable to sense the

enter," The Master nodded after verifying the

Reina had returned to bring back to Rui so

well-ventilated, and well-lit room filled with luxurious and ostentatious couches and

something one would expect to see

as much as the

lean Martial Artist with a curved blade sheathed at his

covered with

with scarce clothing that

man whose hands were larger

that did not even

more, each with their own eccentric

the ones who were chosen to

Greater Phantomind Void, appearing out of nowhere in their senses as he entered the room, quietly taking a seat on

wasn't unaware of the powerful stares boring holes into his

They weren't pleased.

a silent declaration, conveying a message

you whenever, wherever,

was a blow

eh?" One of the more chatty

words were equally veiled,

heard things like you're really

The air grew electric.

that you kill assassins