Dimensional Descent

On that day, the Southern Lookout was in an uproar. It might have even been more accurate to say that a tempest of rage had swept over it, stifling them to the point that they couldn't wait to vent their anger on somebody.

One might think that this rage was due to some actions the Empire took against them. After all, this was the mighty Slayer Legion. They were an organization created for the sake of taking down the behemoth that ruled Earth. Who else could enrage them so much if not their sworn enemy?

But, reality was cruel and usually very far from expectations. This time around, the entity that had enraged them wasn't the mighty Empire at all, but rather a little boy of barely 18 years old. In fact, this boy had only joined them for all of three days, yet managed to claim all of their ire.

First, it was said that he was taken under the wing of Hacker Hutch, the very man who smacked the face of Supreme Mighelle in public.

If it was only this, maybe the young man could dodge the guilt by association label, however, what came next was even worse. A recording of the young man saying that he could rank first among the Promising Youths even with Hacker Hutch's training was released, leaving the young men and women of the Slayer Legion fuming.

As though that wasn't enough, just today, the young man's alias was finally released.

Everyone knew that all those who could list on the 'Promising Future' rankings were all youths with great potential that had caught the eye of various higher ups.

The truth was that not everyone could appear on the list just because they wanted to. If one wanted to have their progress tracked and their feats seen by all, it was necessary to gain the acknowledgment of an official of at least the Commander rank, a step above Joseph.

Only upon receiving this recommendation would others start paying attention to you. In addition, your name would appear at the bottom of the Promising Future rankings.

addition, whenever appearing in public, each of these youths would wear specialized masks created by the Research and Technology units of

name one chose was incredibly important. After all, it would follow them for a lifetime. Choosing

that that arrogant prick

usually formed of word couplets or poetic sayings, the singular word at the very bottom stood out to everyone. When this was coupled with the news they had been receiving over the last few days, it

if he was aware. But, the truth of the matter was that he wasn't. As for the name? Of course he

if he was practicing, he would be testing out his movements, maybe redoing the same attack again and again. But,

Leonel hadn't moved a single

wisdom to the young, but would the young always listen? Unfortunately, there were some things in life that could only

Leonel's attempts were foolish and had even told

wasn't aware of, though, was that in his mind, Leonel was replaying his long battle with the old man over and over again. Then, he would replay his final demonstration of Blade Force before cycling it all back to the

logical up until now. Even the energy itself was rooted in concepts of quantum physics. He didn't believe that something like Blade or Spear

fact, Leonel believed that the old man wasn't lying to him. Or,

confuse for such an arbitrary feeling? What

That wasn't what he was talking about… He meant unconditional love… That's the kind of feeling he has for

small difference in wording, but the moment Leonel had the thought, his eyes

love… The root of unconditional love is unconditional trust, it's based in instinct. A mother or father loves their child simply because the baby is theirs. On the surface, it seems no more complicated than this. However, this 'instinct' is still rooted in logic. It's the will to see their offspring grow, to continue their bloodline, to not have their families come to an end by their hands…