Dimensional Descent

After confirming his vision, Leonel immediately got to work. He shuffled around the city like a madman, seemingly running around without aim or purpose.

'This could work… No, that might ruin the nodes at that place… but if I…'

Leonel's gaze glowed. Despite the fact he was quickly growing beaten and haggard, his vision only seemed to become clearer.

The truth was that Leonel's current body was still in a pretty terrible state, having not quite recovered from going all out just a few days ago. But, at this point, he didn't mind, he lost himself in a world of Force Arts, his mind functioning on a different plane.

Leonel had many complicated feelings about Lionel, but what he couldn't deny was the fact that Lionel had opened up an all new door toward improvement for him. What Lionel gave him wasn't as simple as a normal breakthrough, but rather a new way of viewing the world.

After shrugging these shackles off, breaking into the peak of the Four Seasons Realm was just the very tip of the iceberg.

Leonel jumped into and out of his Dream World, simulating the changes he wanted to make before quickly testing them out in the new world.

Odd swirls of Force seemed to manifest around White City, catching those with sharp enough senses off guard. But, it was hard for them to tell exactly what was going on.

From within the City Lord Mansion, Aina watched as Leonel ran around, her smile tinged with a touch of worry.

'He's always like this…'

Aina shook her head, not bothering to try to get Leonel to stop. She knew that it would be useless even if the words came from her. Though it seemed like Leonel hung on her every word, maybe Aina was the one most aware of the fact that Leonel was too good at drawing a line between his emotions and what he felt he had to do. He was quite the stubborn man in that way.

Taking a deep breath, Aina pulled out her great sword, brandishing it. Though much of the City Lord Mansion's military fields had been taken up by new residences, there was still ample room for Aina to take advantage of.

her muscles twitching beneath the strain as she slowed her swing to

sword when she felt her comprehension of the battle ax had reached a bottleneck. Others might feel that this was a foolish thing to do, but Aina always trusted her instincts. When it came to the proper way for her to train herself, she was the

were secrets in the sword that could bring her comprehension of the ax to an all

held back, he was still a master of the sword. His every action was infused with the air of a swordmaster. If Anared knew that

'This is the feeling…'

a deep breath, her chest heaving in slow

incomparably slow, the blade left an afterimage in the air as though leaving a permanent stain of

shifted and slowed,

'That's it…'

one of her muscle fibers onto her mind. Beads of sweat

it was trash. At that moment, she felt that she no longer needed it. Until the

out into empty air, causing her odd curved package to snap open. With a surge, a beautiful ax of golden-red shot into her

"Ha!"

down with

those instances of time, her body exuded a mystique that demanded absolute obedience. The faint shadow of a woman more than

out before Aina, even without her ax having completed its swing. Afterimages of golden-red tore

halt, a final bead of sweat falling from the tip of her nose

"Completion…" She said softly.

knew that Aina had reached the completion stage

on a level that far transcended that. But, it was a feat that would shock an

'My training is actually faster

had thought it would take her several more months to reach this stage, yet it had only taken a few more days. Now, she felt much