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

would follow them for a lifetime. Choosing a name was akin to branding

that that arrogant prick

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 was easy

the man in question, Leonel himself, he would likely want to cry tears if he was aware. But, the truth of the matter was that he wasn't. As for the name? Of course he wasn't the

he would be testing out his movements, maybe

the last move, Leonel hadn't moved a

the young, but would the young always listen? Unfortunately, there

believed that Leonel's attempts were foolish and had even told the little brat as much, but Leonel

over and over again. Then, he would replay his final demonstration of Blade Force before cycling it all back to the

now. Even the energy itself was rooted

the old man wasn't lying to

What was it that a veteran like Old Hutch could confuse for such an arbitrary feeling? What could trick him to such an

he was talking about… He meant unconditional love… That's the

in wording, but the moment Leonel had the thought, his

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