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!"

trying to help, how did this become a question of his

limbs need to be limber. If they aren't, you'll only be impeding yourself. Also, be sure to only perform the 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 to loosen

I get a cool routine like

Cap ask you to do?" Milan

taking this

and chatted. Finally, Leonel felt that it

valuable of the two if you're

gone… But I don't think it will take much time. The person who gave me the map didn't specify too much, so I assume that since I can read

to Craft. It was clear he had no idea the level of commotion he was about to cause, nor the kind of sparks he was about

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on a deserted planet. He sat in silence for a long while, seemingly organizing his thoughts. His heartbeat was

but there was no final message, no apology, and not even an enraged rant about

if one pried Leonel 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

how long dad has been away from 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

dad had left him without even a word of goodbye. Well, if his holographic messages were excluded, anyway. Could that be

that his

old man. You really know how to disappear at the worst of

to try and speak to the dictionary. Although it had his father's voice, it sounded

Somehow, Leonel almost knew that this same split road was what had separated his parents for so long. It was

leaned his back into his chair and closed his eyes.