Dimensional Descent

"Leonel!"

Coach Owen seemed to use the final bit of his strength to breakthrough to Leonel. In return for his efforts, he spit up several more mouthfuls of blood, whatever bloody bandages that had wrapped around his wound had been completely soaked through once again.

Leonel's gaze, which had lost its focus, locked onto his Coach again. But, his gaze carried an added vacancy that hadn't been there before.

Coach Owen sighed, coughing beside himself.

"Brat, though I told you these things out of my own selfish desire to vent, these are still important things for you to understand. This is the world you live in. You're one of the lucky ones who can benefit greatly from it. What you choose to do with this chance is up to you and no one else."

Leonel didn't seem to react much to Coach Owen's words. He only nodded lightly, his mind not processing things as well as they used to. It was hard to tell whether this was because of his fatigue or if it was because of the information he had just received.

Coach Owen shook his head. He knew that his words would have this effect, but he wanted to say them anyway. Though he said it was out of his own selfishness, it was deeper than this.

Leonel needed to understand these things. It wasn't just so that he could comprehend his own privilege so that he could decide what to do with it. But, most importantly… if there ever came a day where his talent, his background, or his luck wasn't enough… He would be ready as well.

How he chose to navigate these matters would be up to Leonel.

blessed by the Universe fell to him one after another. Though it could be said that these Savants were immature, something told Coach Owen that even if they had been training since their youth,

this child who seemed to have the world at his finger tips… Had not an ounce of ambition. This was maybe the most frustrating thing for a mentor to see in one of their

waste their gifts, that they should make the most of the talent they were given, just didn't work.

this was that even if this talent ran into a roadblock, do to their level of genius, they might not even need to try their best to cross it. This led to a perpetual cycle

geniuses without ambition reached this point, they would experience

vast majority of them would keel over, allowing the times and despair to roll over them. Their genius would be forever lost in time, a talent that

geniuses. But, there would come a day

collapse just like all the geniuses that came before

didn't want to

than most. He wasn't lazy, in fact he was one of the hardest workers Coach Owen had ever seen. But, he

fuel him regardless of outside sources. It couldn't come

Leonel. He could

Was the last thing he

sons. To him, Leonel was as close to a grandson as he would ever get.

swallowed his next mouthful of blood, gathering up the

getting fainter. "… You two have always been like brothers, I watched you grow up. But brat, you've always been too good at severing your