I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

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Oddly, the Martial God didn’t immediately respond to my request. No, more than that... the silence felt a bit strange.

Martial God, sir...? I cautiously called out.

I had to wait another couple of seconds for his rather curt reply.

[...The reasons for your calls, I feel, have been somewhat irreverent of late. Or is it just my imagination?]

Irreverent...? What did he mean?

I knew what the word meant, of course—I just didn’t understand his claim.

As I stood there, trying to guess the Martial God’s thoughts, he let out a sigh.

[Inheritor, I am the Martial God.]