Training

He wasn't sure when he was given a priority status when it came to the goods and services, however, he was sure that this was reflective of the value that the Martial Union had in him.

He had contributed a lot to the Martial Union in the nearly seven years that he had been a Martial Artist, he had also accomplished a lot and made tremendous strides in his Martial Path and contributed to Martial Art in general.

There was no doubt that he was a valued asset, and he had no compunctions about using his status to cut in line. If this was a line to the movie, he would respect public etiquette, but when it came to his Martial Art, he didn't care. He would obtain what he needed.

One small dose of a potent drug inhabited his instincts to suppress Primordial Instinct completely, and soon enough he was inside the training room, in an absolute void.

He could not sense a damn thing about his environment through his old senses.