Dimensional Descent

Finally, there was Franco. He looked toward Leonel with anticipation, hoping that his outcome would be as great as everyone else's.

His ability was quite simple, it was a pure physical boost. However, it wasn't as simple as the most common increases to strength, speed or the like. Rather, it was a holistic upgrade in everything from his senses to his speed to his reaction time.

Franco would probably benefit the most from comprehending all encompassing Universal Force, but Leonel understood that such a thing couldn't be expected. There would be very few people like him and Arnold. He had to be careful with setting the bar too high or else Franco would be the one to suffer most should he fail.

Rather than doing this, Leonel tailored Franco's future path to what he loved.

Franco seemed to think that the broad sword was the coolest weapon that there was, so Leonel allowed him to continue along that path. At the same time, he incorporated a mandatory daily routine for flexibility.

"Cap… You don't really want me to do this… Right?"

Leonel grinned. "What's the matter?"

"I would rather die!"

"Oh come on, it's just a little stretching."

"A little stretching in preparation for what?!" Franco was almost speechless. "I don't swing that way even for you, Cap!"

twitched. He was just trying to help, how did this become a question of his sexuality. Franco

stretches after weight training. If you do it before, you'll affect your performance and increase chances of injury. If you do it after, you'll be able

couldn't I get a cool routine like everyone

you to do?" Milan

taking this

table as the nine of them talked and chatted. Finally, Leonel felt that it was about

But, you have to remember to only use the more valuable of the two if you're in a life or death situation. Don't go around showing off unless you all want to be

it will take much time. The person who gave me the map

he began to Craft. It was clear he had no idea the level of commotion

**

found himself on the same small ship he had left behind on a deserted planet. He sat in silence for a long while, seemingly organizing his thoughts. His heartbeat was steady, his blood flowed smoothly, and his breathing had a

behind sat on his lap without making a single sound. He had already checked, but there was no final message, no

open to the point of being able to read his mind, one would never guess that he was going through a breakup. Maybe even Leonel's own Dream Simulation wouldn't be able to pick up on this

mom… At least 18 years, right? Did they talk in that time? Did they miss each other? Why did they separate at all? Was there a good reason? Or

a word of goodbye. Well, if his holographic messages were excluded, anyway. Could

it, he wasn't even certain that his parents were still

man. You really know how to disappear

his father's voice, it sounded too synthetic. It

this same split road was what had separated his parents for so

his back into his chair and closed his eyes. Deep, rhythmic breathing filled the