Leonel completely lost himself in a new world. Though he wasn't sure about why he had to do all of these hand exercises just yet, Leonel had already completely forgotten about that curiosity. His mind was entirely focused on the target he had set for himself.

According to his father's training program, flexibility was the very first step to training the fingers of a Force Crafter. Without flexibility as a foundation, everything else would come harder. The flexibility exercises were almost like a mechanic diligently oiling even the smallest components of their machines, building it up so that even the smallest corners were in top working condition.

Only after laying a foundation of flexibility would Leonel turn his attention to strength and speed. Upon reaching this step, Leonel would begin working in dexterity exercises which would teach him how to use his newfound strength and speed.

Of course, everything would once again circle back to flexibility. Every training day began with and ended with stretches. At the end of it all, there would be a cycle of recovery.

After about two weeks, Leonel felt that he should heed his father's advice. Focusing too much on Force Crafting would be detrimental to him, especially since it wouldn't help him take down Miles and Simeon.

'I've been here for a while, yet no one has come.' Leonel narrowed his eyes, looking down at the wrist watch still strapped to his arm.

This thing was his greatest worry. He always felt that it was only a matter of time before it was used to track his location.

Before, Leonel could only take the risk of staying in the same place. After all, if he could be tracked, whether he moved or not wouldn't make much of a difference. In fact, moving when he was heavily injured would only negatively impact him.

But after so long, nothing had happened. He had even almost forgotten about it.

'Hm, maybe it's jammed just like all the other technology? I remember that after the Paradise Islands fell, it went completely silent. It wasn't until I entered the Mayan Tomb that it showed signs of life again... Maybe I only have to worry about it inside of a Zone then?'

Leonel could only accept this line of thought. Regardless, he wasn't afraid.

it had been in the past. He felt that this might be

more about that, actually. He even asked the dictionary about it. Unfortunately, he got

should enter the

deep breath and got up to leave

little guy jumped up from the table and landed in

smiled. Since he had the Force

"I'll be back tomorrow."

bubble formed on the Metal Spirit and popped with a *Boop* sound before the little guy hopped back onto the

given the Metal Spirit a name. He wanted to listen through Lesson Three first since it seemed to be important in understanding the relationship between a

Leonel had made his way to his bedroom after going through Grade One recovery treatments for his hands. Then, he laid down comfortably, not wanting to bash his head on the floor again, and stretched his Internal Sight toward the

WHOOSH

light again as though his consciousness

cleared, he was once again in that hellish

his head, spears of all shapes and sizes were dotted around him, and a heavy pressure that

to walk around. He had questioned the dictionary thoroughly

was a manifestation of his self formed of his Soul Force or spirit, as Leonel preferred to call it. Second, there was a

consciousness of the owner it had previously. These consciousnesses were the equivalent of the

was to that massive mountain peak that pierced the skies ahead, the more powerful the consciousness

in this place. Usually, it would only be possible after grasping Spear Force. Only then would one be able to resist the pressure of

and touch a single spear before

In order to make full use of the primitive man's combat ability, Leonel had to sink his mind into the same state. However, Leonel wasn't a blood thirsty, battle hungry kind of person. He preferred to be

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