Of course, Rui knew what he was doing.
His dedication and training had paid off.
"I'm afraid that it truly does seem to me that maybe you don't think that the Martial Artists of your Martial Tribe could master our difficult techniques?" Rui shrugged.
"That is not true!" The Martial Senior insisted. As he gritted his teeth, glaring down at Rui.
"If you say so," Rui sighed. "Because it would be a true insult to the mighty warriors of the G'ak'arkan Tribe if they were implied that they couldn't handle something as simple as the training required our techniques."
At this point, Rui was not even talking to him at all.
He was talking to every Martial Squire that was listening to the conversation.
This was, once again, triggering their pride. The more he riled them into potentially believing that the Martial Tribe did not think they were capable of doing so. After all, why else would they refuse the offer?
