The Martial Unity

Amare’s experience of the memory retcon was among the most bizarre she had ever had in her life, and that was saying much. Her consciousness was drowned in memories of the past, memories that she had lived and relived many times in her millennia within her own mind.

She found herself standing in the middle of a large desert, one that was occupied by a tribe of people who worked scraps of clothing woven from fibers extracted from dried cactus. The bright light of the afternoon Sun beamed down upon the entire world around them, almost burning the skin with how much heat it had.

The dry winds that swept over the lands around her seemed to suck away any moisture they could find themselves in, roasting her alive with their heat.

And yet, the people she found herself among were entirely unperturbed by the heat and the light of the bright Sun that towered over the entire world.

Their skin had a light golden tinge to it, like they had spread gold dust across their entire body.

Amare’s own body was different from it was in the present.

Her body was older and her skin was more weary.

It was also the same species as Homo Martialus.

Her hair and eyes were pitch-black, unlike the amber-brown that they were in real life.

Amare’s eyes lit up as she recalled this memory quite well. ’The Sol ancestors of the Solaris Kingdom.’

At this point in time, many centuries ago, their religion had only just developed, reduced to simple worship of the Sun without any complex ideology or theology attached to it.

“Hey there,” she gestured out to them with a smile in her memories. “Want to learn Martial Art? I invented it!”

The tribe of golden people, large as they were, didn’t understand a word Esil said. They simply gazed at her with alarm, gazing at her pitch-black hair and eyes with a hint of scorn, speaking a language she had never heard before.

“Ah…” Esil murmured, scratching her head. “I always run into this problem every time I meet a new group of people. Er…”

She gestured near her before baling her palm into a fist and swinging with all her energy.

BANG!

The Sol Tribe grew horrified as the rock cracked under the sheer force she had exerted, crumbling into rubble, screaming in horror at the display of superhuman power that she had not thought possible.

She gestured to it with a smile before showing them how she did it in slow motion, clearly trying to help them and show them how to do it.

Of course, she had known that she would have to train them and show them how to train their way to what she had done before they could actually succeed, but oh well. She had also known that she had virtually had infinite time without the Soul Transference Ritual that the three keepers of immortality had shown her.

Amare watched herself in her own memory as she reminisced about the past.

About an era before the Age of Martial Art.

It was so unfathomably different from how the world was in the present that it truly boggled her mind. Human civilization was the underdog in the Panama Continent at this point in time and likely would have remained that way for a very long time if not for the presence of esoteric substances that allowed them to create miracles that benefited them immensely.

She recalled how she had traveled the entire continent on foot as a mere Martial Apprentice, spreading Martial Art to every single person she had met. Then her disciples continued her work, spreading Martial Art once they had reached the Apprentice Realm. That, along with the help from the Beggar’s Sect, has allowed her to spread Martial Art across human civilization and birth an era of unfathomable human power, dominance, and prosperity.

It was not beyond her that she was the reason for all the good that had happened to human civilization.

She didn’t necessarily develop an ego around it. After all, she had the greatest talent in all of human history, and that was something she was blessed with rather than something she had earned. She was certainly proud of her accomplishment.

She was also ’marked’ just like her soul mate, something neither of them understood yet. But it meant that she had the potential to change the world, apparently, which she certainly had.

She watched herself teaching the Sol people how to engage in Martial Art with a reminiscing experience before, suddenly, the world blurred.

BZZZT

Almost as if cracks in reality itself formed, the memory shattered into little pieces.

Almost pixels of color.

Before reconverging to form a different memory.

One that never existed.

A memory of her practicing space-time manipulation. She breathed deeply, generating extremely high energy density that could produce gravitational waves, which could converge constructively and destructively into an actual gravitational force that acted exactly how she wanted it to.

A degree of space manipulation that she had never seen before.

And yet, the muscle memory was already rooted in her brain. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novelFir.net

Her body remembered how to perform the technique even if her mind didn’t. Her pitch-black eyes lit up with ecstasy as she learned principles higher than anything else she had ever mastered in her life. The memories in her mind and body warped as a flood of knowledge entered her soul, altering her Martial power as she gained a tremendous understanding of the principles of the universe.

Memories cracked into pieces, turning into iotas of information, before being reconstituted to form the principles that she needed to learn.

’There’s Martial Art in every iota of my memories…’

She already knew that, of course.

This was different.

There was Martial Art not just in her memories, but also in what her memories could potentially be. When broken down and woven back together in a particular manner, she was the strongest.

There was Martial Art not just in everything, but also beyond everything.

It was an epiphany that opened up the Path before her, drawing her closer and closer to a higher Realm of power.