The Martial Unity

Even though she was dead, she had left a mark on him. One that would probably remain with him forever.

He got the feeling that that was her goal from the very start.

He couldn’t know for sure, after all…

“…She’s dead.”

A maelstrom of emotion surged within him.

“Hahaha…” A weak laugh escaped him as he came to terms with this surreal turn of events.

He finally did it.

After eighteen long years, she was finally dead.

By his own hands, nonetheless.

It felt deeply rewarding to finally cut out that cancer of a threat from his life.

Yet, it also brought him more fear.

His eyes grew more grave while his body stiffened.

The severity of his current circumstances hit him like a train.

It didn’t matter what their history was.

It didn’t matter whether she deserved what she had gotten.

He killed an innocent evaluator in cold blood.

On top of that, he caused a lot of damage to the infrastructure of the Panamic Martial Federation. Normally, he would not have any civil liability for such an outcome, however…

“…I used a forbidden technique.” Rui grimaced.

Forbidden techniques were prohibited in most training or sparring infrastructure in most Martial jurisprudence. The reason for this was precisely because of what had happened when Rui had used his forbidden technique.

Rui didn’t really think of it as a forbidden technique. However, what he thought didn’t matter. It was a technique that yielded an immense power at the cost of causing grave harm or even death to the user. That was the definition of a forbidden technique, and what he had done definitely fell into the category considering he had burned himself alive and lost an arm.

Instantly, his attention returned back to reality as he finally took stock of his own body and pored over it with great scrutiny.

He was garbed in a medical gown that covered his entire form. Several artifacts were attached to his body, measuring his vitals.

Thankfully, his body was back to normal.

His arms were just fine, having been restored to their original condition. His skin was fine too, although of a much darker tone. Perhaps it was due to the flames causing a change in the melanin content in his skin tissue upon recovery. Regardless, skin color was irrelevant. The only thing that Rui cared about was the impact on his physical performance.

He would be deeply displeased if his Martial Body grew weaker in any way due to an imperfect recovery.

His powerful senses swept across his entire body as he actively began examining it on a microscopic level, assessing the quality of the tissue of his skin and flesh.

He compared his right and left arms to see if there were any noticeable differences between both sides. That was a good way to ensure that he wouldn’t miss any differences in the arm regeneration procedures that they had treated him with.

Thankfully, even the most thorough scans on his part revealed no significant differences in either side, suggesting that the medical team assigned to him had been more than competent.

“Thank god the Panamic Martial Federation has one of the best medical facilities in the world.” Rui heaved a sigh of relief.

Of course, he would definitely go to the Divine Doctor for a consultation. That man was easily the best person to get medical treatment from.

“If I manage to get out of here, that is.” Rui smiled bitterly.

He understood his circumstances well.

CLACK

The door opened as a doctor walked in, flashing him a friendly smile. “Master Rui, I rushed to see you the moment I was alerted of your awakening. I am Doctor Sheel, the head of Martial Recovery. I have personally been assigned to your case. Rest assured, you’re in good hands.” Rui managed to squeeze out a friendly smile for her. “Thank you, doctor.”

“Not at all, Your Mastery.” She smiled. “So how do yo-“

CLACK

She paused as the door opened violently.

Several Martial Masters clad in Martial attire walked in, led by a particularly powerful Martial Master at the front.

He was armed with an ostentatious sword by his side, giving off a sharp aura that threatened to cut anything it graced.

“Good day, Your Mastery,” he curtly wished Rui as he approached him, much to the

displeasure of Doctor Sheel.

“Your Mastery,” she bowed deeply, “verification of the recovery of patients takes priority according to the rules and regula-“

“I’m afraid the Martial court disagrees.” He pulled out a paper stamped with the seal of the Panamic Martial Federation.

She heaved a sigh, clearly upset yet powerless to stop him.

Rui, on the other hand, turned grave, having read the entire paper from top to bottom.

It was the equivalent of an arrest warrant.

“Master Rui Quarrier Silas Kandria,” the Master began with a forceful tone, “with the vested authority of the Martial Court of the Panamic Martial Federation, you are hereby under arrest for the crimes of first-degree murder, second-degree mass murder, destruction of property, the unauthorized use of a forbidden technique atop property of the Panamic Martial Federation…”

As he read out the list of the crimes that Rui had inadvertently committed, Rui couldn’t feel some amount of guilt for the destruction that he had caused.

His thoughts flashed back to the absurd inferno that the fusion of the Yin-Yang Spear and the Muspelheim domain had created.

Never in his wildest dreams did he think that the idea would yield such a result in such a horrendous outcome with an explosion that only grew stronger and more powerful even after

Rui stopped supplying it energy.

However, he could make some educated guesses with his understanding of science in

hindsight.

Yet, even those educated guesses were truly extraordinary in their implications.

As much as he would have loved to fall into deep consideration about them, he didn’t have

that leeway at the moment.

“…and thus, you shall be given a fair trial where you will be judged innocent or guilty by none other than High Judge Sage Kole Kellin.”