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 sexuality. Franco really had an

if you want to maximize your ability, your 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

Why couldn't I get a cool routine like everyone

you to do?"

taking this

the nine of them talked and chatted. Finally, Leonel

use the more valuable of the two if you're in a life

not entirely sure how long I'll be 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

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 to

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silence for a long while, seemingly organizing his thoughts. His heartbeat was

already checked, but there was no final message, no apology, and not even an enraged rant about how terrible of a boyfriend

that he was going through a breakup. Maybe even Leonel's own Dream Simulation wouldn't

Did they miss each other? Why did they separate at all? Was

left him without even a word of goodbye. Well, if his holographic messages were excluded, anyway. Could that be because he was so excited to reunite with his

certain that his parents were still together. For all he knew,

you were here, old man. You

the dictionary. Although it had his father's voice, it sounded too synthetic. It would piss him off more than it

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

back into his chair and closed his eyes. Deep, rhythmic