Joining the Martial Arts Competition

For the first time, Morvess hesitated.

"I do not feel… discomfort," he said slowly, as if carefully choosing his words. "However, I have noticed that my memories were coming back but are… incomplete. Some days, I recall fragments of my past life. Other days, it is as if they never existed."

Ash raised an eyebrow. "Interesting. Keep observing yourself. If anything unusual happens, report to me immediately."

Morvess nodded. "Understood, Master."

He then placed a small pouch on the table and slid it toward Morvess. "Here's some money. Expand the group. Equip them with proper weapons and armour. I don't need weaklings following me. And make sure they didn't do something else."

Morvess picked up the pouch and tucked it away. "It will be done."

Ash then turned toward the exit, his excitement for the competition returning. "Alright then, time to have some fun."