Rui spent so more ti with Arastia, Max, and Mana before eventually departing.
"Train hard," he had told the young girl as he patted her blood-red hair with an endearing smile. "Train hard and I will bring so yummy treats."
"Yay!"
He bade them goodbye before taking off as he fell into thought about blood children. He wasn’t fond of the notion of Martial Art potentially ceasing to exist, but he did want their power to spread through human civilization. The forr was worth the latter, even if it was undoubtedly going to be painful.
There were great hurdles, of course.
"The Martial Sages and Martial Masters won’t tolerate the destruction of the Martial Path."
Not all of them were greatly dogmatic about Martial Art, but there certainly was a lot of pride when it ca to Martial Art.
"Many rejected even CHAs," Rui remarked with a knowing tone. "There is absolutely no chance they will accept the Martial Path being eroded from human blood."
That was sothing for his father and the leaders of human civilization to deal with, of course.
But he had an inkling that his father would need to his help to contain the rioting Martial Artists should the worst have ever unfolded. After all, he was the Emperor of the Beast Domain, and he could decide whether or not to ensure that this change passed.
"...It’s too early to think about this." He shook his head. "I have no idea if a Blood Path even exists."
He had more imdiate problems to worry about.
The Martial Sages returned to their nations with the Esocline Federation shattering the Kandrian Empire’s monopoly on World Bridge technology.
The brooding war between the hostile forces of the true world.
He also had even more important personal matters.
Amare imdiately ca to his mind.
But before that, he had so more obligations to fulfill.
"Family cos first."
WHOOSH
He surged towards the Aravali Forest in South Kandria.
It was the ho of the Silas Clan.
He was a mber of the Silas Clan, although he hardly spent ti in the clan. He had gotten his hands on the powerful Eye of Prophecy and, in turn, had given them the VOID algorithm through the Water Sect, at least the prototypical version.
The VOID algorithm was so difficult to master that it would be a while before they were ready for the full technique.
He spotted the Silas Clan in a large clearing in the forest.
"Woah..." his eyes lit up at the sheer volu. "They’ve almost quintupled in size since I last saw them."
He found himself gazing at a large village or perhaps even a small town with more than ten thousand mbers spanning the entire settlent, brightly illuminated by the morning Sun. They had ford a more rigorous and developed sense of civil infrastructure across the entire settlents, with enough space for transport and planned housing.
It had been eleven years since he had last visited the settlent. Clearly, the final stage of integration into the Kandrian Empire had been completed by that ti, and they had fully beco a mber of the Kandrian Empire.
Naturally, with the stability of fixed roots and the influx of people who sought to beco a part of the Silas Clan, they not only had a high induction rate but also a high fertility rate, greatly increasing their population each year.
STEP
He slowly descended within the small town, drawing awed gasps and shocked stares. Rui quickly disappeared from their eyes before they had the opportunity to swarm him, swiftly navigating the entire town as he found the person he was looking for.
A Martial Sage signature.
There were two of them, but one was a lot more powerful than the other.
His grandmother’s ti in the Beast Domain had accelerated Matriach Nephi’s growth and had allowed her to reach the threshold of a peak Sage.
STEP
He arrived before an especially large building at the very epicenter of the settlent.
One guarded by Martial Seniors.
"Your Highness," the two Martial Seniors bowed, making way as they gestured to the door. "The Matriarch has been awaiting you."
Rui smiled wryly.
"Of course she has."
CLACK
The very mont the doors opened, Rui could sense the displeasure and the anger of his grandmother.
She had always been a grumpy woman to begin with, but this ti she was truly in a dark mood.
He knew why, of course.
Not just because he had foreseen it, but also because he had been given more details in his brief talk with his father.
STEP
He found himself gazing at her disgruntled form, simply knitting what appeared to be a woolen cloth.
"Grandmother." Rui tried a smile. "I am here. Every ti I co to visit you, you seem to be doing so task or the other that most people wouldn’t expect from a Martial Sage."
She huffed.
"Back when we were still a nomadic tribe, we had to weave our own clothes with our own hands. These day,s everything is automated and manufactured. It takes the joy out of personal crafts that I find to be soothing when I’m in a bad mood."
He turned, throwing a sweeping gaze across the room, finding it scattered with all manner of woven cloth and fabric.
"...right."
His grandmother paused her little activity, directing a piercing gaze at her grandson with a knowing look in her sharp eyes.
"You know."
Rui heaved a sigh. "Of course I do."
"Then you must also know what you must do," her tone was ferocious. "As a mber of the Silas Clan, you have a duty and an obligation. Did you forget the oaths you have sworn when you joined our clan?"
"I did not." Rui shook his head, heaving a deep breath. "I... wanted to apologize. I am the reason why he was able to get into the Kandrian Empire. If I had won, we would not be here, and this wouldn’t have happened."
"If you truly feel that way," her voice was intense. "Then do you swear to exact justice and vengeance for the Silas Clan?"
The air grew heavy.
The atmosphere grew electric.
The mood darkened despite the bright light of the morning Sun as Matriarch Nephi confronted her grandson about his commitnt to the Silas Clan.
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