No matter how much he wanted to just be that asshole he claimed to be. He couldn’t and wouldn’t lose anyone who ever looked up to him. People he trained and called him teacher, sensei, master and any other word that means anything like that. He was just a big softy inside and he knew it. It was sad that his training and past clouded this. As he meditated he could hear Ascot’s voice in his mind. At first it sounded like it was coming from the other side of a tunnel. After a few moments the words finally began to sound clear as if he were there with him. 

“What did you find?” Ascot asked.

“Apparently our hidden adversary is a generalist with weak versions of all schools, giving him limited resistance and shielding to magic. He also has Fatesilk and Dura-Ceramic Armor. Supposedly he is headed to Manila to meet with several men. I am thinking that his friends must have done the same. As of now I’m on my way to the meeting location. I will bring the young ones back.” He thought, as it was the only way to speak telepathically. Ascot would be able to feel his emotions through the connection, only because they were close, well, kind of. 

He moved to the cockpit after the discussion with Ascot. He was focused and took control of the ship making it go faster. He would soon reach his destination but would he be too late?