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, crouching his way to fit in through the narrow door as he entered the little shed, taking a row of stairs down, arriving at a more pristine

was the

Yet, it was guarded.

Martial Master coldly

through Rui's

mask a Martial Master if they were

second, before reaching in to his robes, pulling out a little

His voice was distorted.

Master

to meet his as he sized

that

The Master nodded after verifying

Crina, which Master Reina had returned to bring back to Rui so that he could provide it as proof

well-ventilated, and well-lit room

to see in the

much as the various figures seated across the

Martial Artist with a

covered with an

with a voluptuous body with scarce clothing that left little to

gargantuan man whose hands were larger than Rui's

with green skin that did not even

with their

the ones who

of them reacted with alarm when he dispelled Greater Phantomind Void, appearing out of nowhere in their senses as

powerful stares boring holes into his

They weren't pleased.

Rui had made a silent declaration, conveying a message

you whenever,

blow

eh?" One of the more chatty

words were equally veiled,

like you're really strong. And that…"

The air grew electric.

assassins like us for a