"So are we going to go in or you have already informed someone of our arrival?" Hutton asked with a curious look on his face.
"Oh don’t worry Hutton, they already know of our arrival. And am sure you will be surprised when you see them come out" Bob replied with a knowing smile on his face.
"I will be surprised?" Hutton asked with a surprised look on his face. But it was already too late for Hutton to get a reply as the doors of the dojo suddenly opened wide.
Right after the doors open, two people slowly walked out of the dojo in a calm demeanor. When Hutton saw one of the people that is walking out of the dojo, a strange expression quickly appeared on his face as he thought.
’Morris?’
Apparently, the people that just walked out of the dojo is Morris who Hutton previously have an encounter with in his house along with his father. As for the other person that is beside Morris, it is An aged man, his face etched with lines of wisdom and experience, stands tall and dignified.
Despite the passage of time, his stance exudes strength and grace, every movement deliberate and calculated. His eyes, sharp and piercing, seem to hold a lifetime of knowledge and mastery. Clad in simple yet impeccably tailored garments, he emanates an aura of quiet confidence and authority, commanding respect without uttering a word.
"Good day Master Jeremy" Bob suddenly spoke up with a respectful look on his face.
"Good day Mr. Bob" The man replied with the same respectful look on his face. This same respectful look also appeared on Morris’s face until his gaze landed on Hutton and then he froze.
’What is he doing here!?’ He thought in disbelief. But Hutton remained calm as he stared at Morris for a while before he shifted his gaze towards the aged man and spoke up.
"Good day Sir"
"Good day" The aged man said in a bland tone before he turn and faced the dojo before he continued.
"Follow me"
"Ok" Bob replied as he glanced at Hutton for a while before he followed the aged man.
’How is this going to help me with the Russians’ Hutton thought in confusion as he tagged along with Bob and went into the dojo. As for Morris, he walked beside the aged man into the dojo with a sour mood as he thought.
’Don’t tell me the time is already up?’
When they got into dojo, Hutton was instantly marvelled the interior design of the dojo. Inside, polished wooden floors gleam under the soft glow of paper lanterns hanging from the ceiling. The walls, adorned with ancient martial arts scrolls and intricate calligraphy, exude a sense of wisdom and tradition.
The scent of incense lingers in the air, mingling with the faint rustle of leaves and the occasional chirping of birds outside, creating a serene atmosphere conducive to deep concentration and inner peace. Windows on all sides offer glimpses of the lush greenery outside, while the only sounds within are the measured footsteps of students practicing their forms and the occasional swish of a training weapon slicing through the air. This dojo is not just a place for physical training; it’s a sacred space where mind, body, and spirit unite in harmony with nature.
"Greetings grandmaster"
"Greetings grandmaster"
"Greetings Sir Morris"
While Hutton and the others were going deeper into the dojo, some of the people having a spar amongst themselves immediately stopped and greeted the aged man and Morris in a respectful manner.
In response, the aged man and Morris gave them a slight nod before they walked past them. Although Hutton was a bit awed by how well the students were composing themselves in the presence of his aura which he slightly leak out, that wasn’t the main thing that plagued his mind.
"Umm... Bob, how is this going to help me keep the Harbingers at bay?" Hutton turned and asked Bob in a whisper while having a perplexed look on his face.
"Be patient Hutton, you will find out soon enough" Bob replied with a light smile on his face. But when Hutton heard him, he suddenly became irked as he thought in displeasure.
’i hate being kept in a suspense’
"Please come this way Mr. Bob and Mr. Hutton" after a while, Jeremy said as he quickly opened the door for both Hutton and Bob to pass.
"Thank you Mr. Jeremy" Bob thanked politely before both him and Hutton walked into the room Jeremy opened for them.
"Grandmaster Jeremy, don’t tell it’s already time for that mission?" But right before Jeremy and Morris could also walk into the room, Morris asked with a curious look on his face.
"Can’t you tell by my behavior towards them?" Jeremy asked back with an indifferent look on his face. When Morris heard him, an awkward smile immediately appeared in his face.
"Let’s just hope his strength is as exaggerated as your old man described if not this will be a complete waste of my time" Jeremy said in the same indifferent tone before he went into the room.
As for Hutton and Bob, once they got into the room, they immediately paused and observed the place in confusion.
"What are we doing in a private sparring room?" Hutton asked with a confused look on his face.
Its walls are adorned with mirrors, reflecting the dedication and determination of those who enter. The floor, padded with thick mats, absorbs the impact of each strike and step, offering both protection and resilience.
Dim overhead lights cast a soft glow, illuminating the space without distraction. Along one wall, racks hold an array of meticulously maintained training weapons, each imbued with the spirit of countless hours of practice.In the center of the room stands a sturdy wooden training dummy, its surface worn smooth by years of use.
Nearby, a collection of punching bags hangs from sturdy chains, inviting practitioners to unleash their power and precision. The air hums with the rhythmic sounds of strikes and blocks, punctuated by the occasional grunt of exertion.
Despite its simplicity, the sparring room pulses with energy and purpose, serving as a crucible for the forging of skilled warriors and the honing of indomitable spirits. Within these walls, practitioners push themselves to their limits, striving for excellence with each step, each strike, each breath.
"Right before we begin our mission, I would like to have a spar with Mr. Hutton here" Before Bob and Hutton could understand what was going on, Jeremy suddenly spoke up in a calm manner as he walked into the room along with Morris.
"This wasn’t part of the deal your boss told me" Bob replied with a cold look on his face. But Jeremy shaked his head as he replied.
"No it isn’t, this is just a requirement of mine you have to meet for the dojo to help you wholeheartedly"
"Ok can someone tell me what exactly is going on here" couldn’t take it any longer, Hutton immediately spoke up with an impatient look on his face.
"Don’t you know? My dad practically met you some time ago for something relating to this" Morris suddenly answered with an indifferent look on his face.
Although Hutton was about to reply, he suddenly remembered the time he met Morris’s father who is named Arnold along with Morris himself in his house just for the sake of proposing to Hutton to be the grandmaster of his dojo.
"Oh now I remember. So this is the person you eventually relied on in the end?" Hutton asked as enlightenment dawned on him before he began to scrutinize Jeremy in an undisguised manner.
"And what do you mean by that?" Jeremy asked with an angry look on his face while a deadly aura began to emanate out of his body. But Hutton didn’t even flinch as he quickly turned to Bob and asked in a confused manner.
"But Bob, how are they going to help me keep the Harbingers at bay. Have you forgotten they are cultivators?"
’Cultivators!!?’ Morris thought as his face instantly darkened while he quickly had a very cold feet. But Jeremy seem to already know about this as he still remained calm yet angry while both Bob and Hutton seem to notice.
"Well his father is a very powerful cultivator but he said before he helps us, his son which is Jeremy here have to give his consent" Bob said with a cold look on his face while he still starea at Jeremy.
"Wait his father is a powerful cultivator?" But Hutton was quite shocked by this discovery as he asked in a surprised manner. It seems like Jeremy felt good on how Hutton reacted to this new discovery as he said.
"So you have no choice but to have a spar with me if you want him to help you"
When Hutton heard him, he immediately casted an indifferent look on his face as he asked Bob.
"What stage is this punk’s father in?"
’Punk?’ Jeremy thought with a stunned look on his face. But Bob didn’t give him time to come back to his senses as he answered coldly.
"Just at the peak of Nascent soul stage"
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"Peak huh?" Hutton said with a deep frown on his face. But in the next moment, he finally put his gaze on Jeremy and said.
"Fine, if you wanna play so badly, then we can play"