Chapter 1625 Discourse
"My fellow Masters," Master Krakule managed to squeeze even as he was bombarded by four Martial Masters. "As warriors of Kandria, we ought not to fight amongst each other. What is the meaning of this? Cease this violence and speak with your words, not your Martial Art."
His Martial Embodiment disappeared as the bloody visage of his body became blatantly visible.
The other four Martial Embodiments also froze, before slowly fading away.
Yet the atmosphere grew more perilous.
The homing missile launcher faded away, revealing the identity of the Martial Master.
"Master Ceeran?" Rui whispered with shock, instantly recognizing him.
Yet the man didn't regard him.
Pure perilous rage erupted from him.
It washed over the entirety of the Daracol Region.
Every critter, every beast, every man and woman alike despaired at the wrath of a being that had ascended to a higher state of life.
A single whisper escaped his mouth.
"How dare you..."
His expression crumpled with rage.
"HOW DARE YOU?!" Master Ceeran bellowed, glaring at Master Krakule with bloodlust.
"You will answer for your transgression," Master Vericita coldly informed Master Krakule, emerging from the wisps of her withdrawn Martial Embodiment.
"As Martial Masters of the Martial Union, it is our duty to guide the future, not snuff it." Headmaster Aronian sternly informed the Martial Master.
"I appreciate your aid, Your Masteries, it is reassuring to know that four Martial Masters came to my aid at the first hint of danger," Rui smiled, bowing his head to the four Martial Masters.
He also did not miss that three of them were from three different princes and princesses. Master Ceeran was from the Ranea Faction. Master Zentra was from the Raijun Faction. Master Vericita was from the Rafia Faction. He knew that Headmaster Aronian was also part of some faction, though the elder Martial Master did not disclose which faction he was a part of.
While Master Krakule, the offender, was part of the Randal Faction. In other words, this incident became a little battle between the various factions. A battle to win over Rui Quarrier.
Still, he didn't mind. There could be multiple intentions behind an action, and he knew Senior Ceeran was most certainly extremely sincere about helping him out.
It wasn't long before Rui found himself completely healed with some particularly powerful healing potions that the Martial Master supplied him.
"Thank you, your Masteries," Rui bowed once more. "I am perfectly fine now, so there is no need to worry."
"Indeed, take care, Rui Quarrier," The Surgeon replied. "We need you. More than you realize."
He disappeared.
"Hm, I'm glad to hear that, my boy," Headmaster Aronian smiled. "Come visit the Academy every once in a while to keep this old man some company."
"I will be sure to do that, Headmaster," Rui smiled.
The old man smiled, disappearing.
"The Roaring Dragon Blood Potion has done you much good. Be sure to harness its power well, my child," Master Vericita smiled, petting him, before stepping away. "I look forward to the path that you will tread."
That left Master Ceeran who stood in the air with Rui, smiling. "Come, walk with me, Rui."
The two of them treaded the skies, unperturbed.
"Today went very unexpected," Rui replied, turning to Master Ceeran. "Was it okay to bare your Martial Embodiments in the skies like that? Didn't that hurt a lot of people?"
Master Ceeran shook his head. "The Daracol base is deserted and restricted to unauthorized non-Martial Artists precisely to allow Martial Masters to go all out without worrying about our power hurting people. We cannot turn off our Martial Embodiments at all because it occurs in the eye of the beholder."
