Dimensional Descent

The sudden opening of a door shook Leonel out of his sleeping state.

He yawned and stretched, sitting up from the table.

He had to say that sleeping on a table wouldn't have been the most comfortable experience for him in the past. But, after practicing to the Standard Stage, it might as well have been a soft bed to the current him.

Leonel wiped the tears and sleep from his eyes, finally locking eyes with those that walked into the room.

There were two individuals, one man and one woman. They both wore the same split robes and metallic leg sleeves.

'These uniforms are quite cool.' Leonel thought playfully to himself. 'I wonder how I can join?'

Of course, Leonel was just having a joke at the expense of himself. With his luck in joining organizations, he'd probably be being hunted to his death within another few days. Still, that didn't change the fact he felt these outfits were quite stylish. Sometimes even Leonel himself forgot he was a teenage boy.

Coach had always said: 'Look good, play good'. The better one felt, the better they could perform. It seemed that this organization, whatever it was, seemed to take this quite seriously as well.

While Leonel was observing the pair, the two of them were looking toward him with incredulous expressions. Wasn't this young man supposed to be sweating their appearance? Why the hell is it that he was sleeping?

The young woman wrinkled her nose. It seemed that a negative effect of locking Leonel in here for so long was that his smell had been highly concentrated into this area.

Leonel slid off the table and put his blanket and pillow away. Flakes of dried blood fell from his body and coated the table, but he didn't bother to clean it. He felt the cleanliness of the room had nothing to do with him, quite frankly.

longer than normal humans, given enough time, he would still end up in such a state. He was still very

chair as

I've been

seemed that he had really needed that nap. It seemed it might have been an issue to leave him here alone

from Leonel as though they couldn't see the flakes of blood and dirt on

placed it on the table to

activity." The man replied with a deadpan expression. "In addition, you match the description

it seemed that it really was his style of dress that got him thrust into this situation. Had he taken his time to clean

giving that sort of impression. The reason I look like this is because I recently cleared a Sub-Dimensional Zone on my home world and used one of my rewards in exchange for a ticket to Terrain. In my excitement, I came here right after I left

some ways, he really could be considered a fugitive. At the very least, he had run

Leonel said with a bitter expression. "… I'm just a Third Dimensional existence from a new world, how could I be one of the fugitives

senses were exceptionally keen. He could see that

or for another reason he was unaware of. But, he could tell that they didn't truly plan on

wasting the time of those beneath them. Leonel felt that this might just

since he was weak and had no backing, this was simply one of those things he had to accept with a smile on his face

didn't respond directly

and took out a folder

as you do

smile suddenly faded into a

for three years despite the fact he hadn't done anything wrong? What kind of nonsense was this? Was this supposed to be some sort of

for three years despite the fact I