,m The goal of his spar with Squire Kyrie was to verify whether the Mind Palace could serve as solution to make the application of the VOID algorithm viable. And now that he had acquired what he wanted, he left the sparring facility.
He had zero interest in fighting any of the Martial Apprentices of the Academy, they were simply far too weak to be able to even stand up to him. At this point only Nel and Fae could give him a challenge and only Kane had any real chance of defeating him because of the two grade-ten techniques he had mastered.
At this point, he needed to build experience with his current Martial Art.
At this point in time, he had twenty-three techniques in his Martial Art, furthermore with the Mind Palace technique, the way he went about the VOID algorithm had completely changed. He would be changing a very fundamental way of his combat style and he needed to build experience around it in a variety of situations.
“Missions it is.” He mused.
The safe and controlled environment and atmosphere of the Martial Academy no longer provided him with any stimulation. The lack of stakes made it a very dull atmosphere to him, making it hard to draw any real tension from him. That along with the fact that almost none of his peers were his equals anymore made staying the Martial Academy lose its allure to him.
(‘Honestly, there isn’t too much point in staying anymore.’) He had reached a stage where he was more than ready to be able to sustain himself independently, if needed. He also didn’t want to incur a greater debt with the Academy than he already had.
He hadn’t forgotten about the debt scholarship he had undertaken when he joined the Academy. The Martial Academy was expensive. It provided him with housing accommodations and other necessities as well as expensive learning and growing resources, as well as combat resources.
The countless facilities and resources such as potions and equipment he had used in the near three years he had spent in the Academy did not come cheap, not at all. Nor were the highly-experienced instructors that had guided him. Everything he had indulged in as he walked his Martial Path had costed something, and every extra day he stayed, the more it costed.
His existing debt alone was quite substantial in and of itself.
He wasn’t miffed about that. He would not be where he was today, and he had a lot of goodwill to the Academy for that. But soon it would be better if he left.
He reached for his communication device that he had purchased to keep in touch with Nartha during his previous missions, sending her a short message, informing her of his openness to undertake representative fighter commissions.
The next thing he intended to do was open himself for personal commission. Before he went into training, he had closed his profile for personal commissions since he knew he would be in training for quite some time. Now he intended to open it so that people could send personal commissions to him.
He headed to the commissions department asking them to do as much before he left for the mission library. Even if he opened his personal profile to personal commissions, they weren’t going to flood in the very second he opened them. For now, he would need to rely on the standard missions made to the Martial Union.
“I’m a Grade-ten Martial Apprentice?” He asked, with raised eyes.
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“Correct, Apprentice Quarrier.” A staff member informed him. “The update was extremely recent. Just four minutes ago, in fact, this is why we didn’t have time to inform you.”
Rui’s eyebrows knitted at those words. It wasn’t a coincidence his grade was updated just as he finished his spar with Squire Kyrie. “I see.”
Squire Kyrie must have sent over the information of his newfound prowess to the Commissions department immediately. He was surprised at how quickly they processed his data and evaluated his prowess.
Regardless, this worked out to him. Now he didn’t need to worry about taking missions that were too tame. He wanted to increase the intensity of the missions so that they could push him and his Martial Art. This meant he could skip boring low-level missions and immediately head for more difficult missions
Soon, he entered the mission library, pondering what class of missions to undertake.
Defense-class missions often lacked conflict. Thus, he was reluctant to go for that class of missions. The miscellaneous class of missions were similar, they also didn’t feel pressuring because of how odd many of them were. He was looking for a good old-fashioned classic mission that involved genuine conflict.
The remaining three classes of missions guaranteed genuine conflict much more, to some degree; Offense-class, hunting-class and the shadow-class missions.
Of these three, he was the least qualified for Shadow-class missions. The only Stealth technique he possessed was Blink, which was not enough by itself. He did intend to one day be qualified for Shadow-class missions, but for today, he would have to settle for one of the other two.
He immediately headed to the offense-class section of missions. It had been quite some time since he had taken an offense-class mission.
He scrolled through the section, browsing through the missions. As always, there were many Royal missions. Usually, law enforcement missions all kinds. There were only a few non-Royal missions, all of them were international.
Rui had previously abstained from taking international missions because of the difficulty and risks, but now, he had no more qualms.
Besides, he was curious. He was nearly sixteen, and he would be stepping outside the Kandrian Empire for the first time. Although the Kandrian Empire itself was quite exotic compared to Earth, he had still largely experienced a tamer life, compared to what this continent offered.
What was the rest of this crazy magical world like? What kinds fantasies and tribulations were out there? He wanted to experience all of it with his own two eyes.
And for the first time in his life, he had the power to.
He skimmed through international missions in the Academy, looking for something that met his needs.
There were many that did.