Dimensional Descent

[Hey guys, I know I only just started the powerstone bonus chapter system, but I'll have to retract it for now. I've been having some pain in my left pinkie finger for a while now, so I've had no choice but to switch to an ergonomic keyboard. My typing speed will plummet so if I give too many , it will eat into my reserves too quickly x). I'll bring the system back once I'm back up to speed. So for now, I will only upload 1 chapter a day]

"Use this belt."

Aina, who had all sorts of belts and pockets strapped across her body, somehow managed to pull out another one.

Leonel accepted. Strapping things to the band of his sweatpants was really too inconvenient. He felt he was using more energy than he cared to admit making sure his things didn't fall out mid-battle.

He buckled it around his waist, strapping the three rods of his bike to it along with his atlatl. After that, he strapped the meter or so tall silver box that contained his darts to his opposite waist. If he was still a normal human, it would impede his movements too much to place it there. But the current him found it much more convenient.

To his surprise, the box actually shrunk. From only a couple inches from touching the ground, it shrunk to stop just above his knees. It also shortened its width, ending up with dimensions only about as thick as his thigh.

"It's an ability of the belt." Aina explained simply, leaving it at that.

Leonel nodded. He used the strap of the man who previously owned the spear to hold it to his back, then fitted the small round shield to his left arm.

Sensing that Leonel was ready, Aina took off, knowing that Leonel was following closely behind.

Leonel tacitly understood his role, this was why he put his spear away.

[Aina Brazinger]

[Strength: 0.99; Speed: 0.85; Agility: 0.80; Coordination: 0.95; Stamina: 0.95; Reactions: 0.97; Spirit: 0.06]

Aina's stats hadn't changed much since he last looked. She was fundamentally a front line fighter. In that case, it was his responsibility as the only one among them adept at long ranged attacks to cover her.

However, he was curious. Aina's Spirit was the highest he'd seen aside from his own. Even the Priest was only at 0.05. Maybe he was still underestimating her.

The two ran through the small village in a line, just ten meters apart, their speed far beyond that of normal humans.

Aina's ax was suddenly wrapped in a reddish-gold glow and floated from her back to her hand. She held it off to her side with two hands, sweeping out the moment she entered the range of an enemy.

Her ax was like a blur, hacking Englishmen apart with ease.

Blood and organs splattered through the air, but not a speck touched her as she flashed by, dodging them as though they hadn't dared approach her.

Leonel could only sigh as he watched her silently. He always knew there was something special about Aina. There were simple context clues everywhere. Something as simple as her tanned skin could tell him this.

Girls her age were obsessed with taking care of their skin. Some used tans for cosmetic reasons, but Aina's had always been a level beyond that, as though she spent her days toiling under the sun. Yet, she didn't appear any less elegant or noble, always appearing in a beautiful dress like a dainty goddess.

His infatuation had always been due to small tidbits of her hidden truth like that. He had originally thought that her 'abrupt change' would lessen his feelings for her. But, even as she slaughtered mindlessly, he felt that he had always subconsciously known this was hidden within her.

'Is this what I'm drawn to…?'

Leonel's gaze sharpened. With quick movements, he pulled a dart out from his side, hooking it into his atlatl and swinging his arm sidelong.

running as though nothing had happened. But, 100 meters away, an archer watched as Leonel's spear flew through a window, out a wall, and directly between his eyes. He hadn't even managed to climb to a proper vantage point, let alone knock an

his aversion, those who would attack a village of innocents like this ranked at the top of those he would be willing

less than ten minutes, the state of the battle completely flipped. They dashed around the village like two specters, Aina manning the front

normal humans.. This era should have gunpowder as well, but they probably won't appear on

retreat sounded just as Leonel and Aina burst out of the village's

hooves of swords and foot soldiers. With such conditions, the likelihood this village would survive through

Leonel's jaw clenched.

Leonel as though they

English had disappeared over the horizon, the sound of hooves filled Leonel's ears. However, this time, it came from within the village. No,

he and Aina, causing the village members to part like the sea. Except, this

and Leonel from his horse, a picture of confusion with a dash

'Who are you?'

Aina's hand. It seemed this

can't speak French." Aina

so used to not being able to understand anyone after entering a Zone that

thought for a minute. What was the best way

messengers of God. Me and my partner are guardians sent to protect Joan of Arc. Bring

head knight frowned. He wanted to refute, but there was only one reason the English would retreat. It had

the Savior or not will be up to him. Bring

there was just one horse. Plus, there was no way a horse would be capable of withstanding the

the

knight's eyes widened. Humans keeping up

the path is

into the belt

messengers of God aren't limited by

to cover such a distance. A good runner would take about three to four hours. But, a horse could

soon received

with ease despite their heavy load. On top of this, they didn't seem to be too tired. Leonel could have taken out his bike to make

the large tents of the encampment, Leonel's heart inadvertently

just

really was correct. There was something more special about his father's concoctions than the

also seems that whatever medicinal strength dad's brew had can be forced out quicker if I'm doing an activity

The only reason they were passable currently was due to the Tier 5

stats while he was fighting those A-grade Invalids had felt exactly like

dad decided on this incredibly slow approach… I'm

it be related to that? He didn't really understand, though. There weren't really any important

immediately tell that Joan of Arc wouldn't be here. Encampments like this

Joan wasn't a fighter, she was rather a morale booster. The so-called 'Merlin' mentioned in the quest introduction

Joan wouldn't be in such a small army. She would be with a larger

for cross dressing as a man…' Leonel sighed, looking

a language study, it isn't just about learning the dialect itself, but also about learning in the language. Leonel had thus learned many things

patiently as the head knight contacted who he needed to. Not long later, the two