Dimensional Descent

Could Leonel give Spear Domain over just to save his own life? The answer was obviously no. This was something his father had left behind for him and it was the Heirloom of the Morales family. He had no intention of losing it in this place.

But at the same time, Leonel felt like he had really painted himself into a corner. He already knew that receiving the next portion of [Dimensional Cleanse] had become impossible. He had no illusions about defeating Amery. However, the main issue was that though jumping from the edge of the road seemed to be just two steps away, in the current situation, Leonel felt like it was a world away… That was how far apart the skill between the two young men were.

Still, the more helpless it all seemed, the colder and colder Leonel's expression became. By the time Amery had raised his foot to take a second step, Leonel's countenance was like an iceberg, his features all individually carved out in the strongest of lines.

Amery paused, scanning Leonel up and down before shaking his head.

"Definitely not worthy. Emotionless, blockheads like you should stick to fighting with your fists, at least that way you won't be drawing a line between yourself and your weapon. How can you hear your blade if you don't want to hear it? What a sad excuse for a spearman."

Leonel didn't react to this in the slightest. Even though they were said in a different way, hadn't he already heard these words once before? It was exactly what Old Man Hutch had told him when he tried to get him to switch to the machete.

Leonel simply didn't believe that a weapon needed to be loved. He had said it then and he would say it again. He had chosen the spear out of convenience because he just so happened to have been born with a Lineage Factor that suited it. If he had affinity with a sword or saber or a machete, he would have chosen that as well.

All this rambling about 'loving' your weapon and 'communicating' with it sounded like the ravings of a madman to Leonel.

young man before him were both abstract artists trying to convince you that the banana they taped to the wall had a deeper, underlying meaning you were just

chose and explained away their innate gifts with nonsense like 'love' and 'emotion', when the truth was that they were just better suited to those weapons in

it was

least now, he understood why it was that Amery said he

the Morales family if he lost something so precious to them without having even earned the right to have it in the first place? How would he look himself in the mirror if he couldn't manage

body suddenly erupting with Vital Star Force from head to toe. But, this time,

bottom, his body was surrounded by a delicate light violet hue, his hair becoming an endless river of foggy energy and his eyes

of Star Fusion:

single move. He brandished his spear, his nerves walking a cliff's edge.

He stood there, his robes completely unaffected by what should have been winds that

Leonel, his body having not moved a single inch. In the next, Leonel's pupils constricted to an

wooden blade appeared before his nose, slashing downward with a slow, unhurried momentum that simultaneously weight as heavy as a mountain. Despite how much effort Leonel had put