The Martial Unity

In the past week, the world may as well have ceased to exist.

For Rui, at least.

He immersed himself in a deep meditation.

He refined his concentration, honing his focus.

The world around him slowly ceased to exist as his mind entered a state of mental singularity, filtering out all information outside of the state of concentration. A state of consciousness is often referred to as the zone or flow state.

It was delicate and fragile.

Fickle in its ability to be achieved.

Rui would often immerse himself in psychological conditioning to allow him to enter such a state.

Yet, he had never entered it in less than a week outside of spontaneous luck.

This time, however, it was as though the sum totality of his being understood the gravity of the situation that he was in.

It understood the consequences of failure.

Thus, it readily complied, allowing Rui to enter a state of mind where he could exert more than a hundred-percent of his regular power.

That, along with all the gains that he had made in the past five years away from Kandria, meant that he was the strongest that he had ever been in his entire life. Fitting, considering he was going to face what was undoubtedly the strongest opponent he had ever faced in his entire life.

A Master-level beast.

It was almost surreal.

What had he been thinking, he often wondered.

he had been in a trance when

eyes opened facing the distant, dark core

most glorious

a peak into the Master-level core of the Mellow Dugeon many times in

could he not even

Master-level beast, it would increase

detect him. It was undoubtedly tranced as well, considering that it never once left the core. That meant

this that Rui ultimately avoided the master-level core. Triggering the battle against the Master-level core prematurely and that too in the core

he spent meditating was merely a week, yet it may as well have been an eternity within the depths of his

superfluous and irrelevant thought as he focused the sum entirety of

increasingly

gathered, becoming

state of immersion that Kane winced when he arrived at him, almost as if the

called

opened, turning

Kane. His eyes were fixed on the objective of Operation

moment, nothing

ought to

mattered, he would

he painstakingly entered a temporary state where nothing else could

STEP

gazing at his

his body get a full,

go." His voice was

makeshift abode. The man was clearly prepared, armed with a variety of tools and

ready." His voice contained a hint of cheeriness. "What a lovely day

as if he was embarking on a picnic than an operation, the

Kane grumbled. "Read

not for brooding anxiety of death,"

Kane scowled at him.