It wasn't long before Rui was discharged after a health check-up. He found that special clothes.
"Hah..." Rui chuckled as he recognized the Senior-level attire that the three, now five, Martial Seniors of the Floating Sect wore. They were made out of fabric from esoteric fauna that could survive the extensive rigors of Senior-level combat.
"It suits you." Senior Sarak's voice remarked as the man approached Rui. The two of them sized each other up momentarily for the first time since Rui broke through.
'Strange, I don't feel like I'd lose.'
"Congratulations on being the youngest Martial Senior in history. Your fight was a spectacle unlike anything I have ever seen in my entire life." Senior Sarak smiled. "You're going places. That, I know for sure."
"I'd hope so," Rui replied with a brief smirk. "I can't remain here for too much longer."
