Dimensional Descent

Alienor sat by Leonel's bedside, her expression one of endless doting. Every so often, she would glide a shimmering towel across her son's forehead as though she couldn't stand the slightest hint of dirt or dust touching him at all.

After Leonel met with her mother, Alienor thought it would be easy to finally swoop in and see her son. But, the result was actually outside of her expectations. What was something she had been looking forward to for decades became something her hands trembled at the thought of doing.

In a lot of ways, Leonel falling into a deep sleep like this was a great help to her. She got to be by her son's side and take care of him without the weight of two decades of baggage. She felt more at peace now than she had in a very long time.

Her eyes glistened with tears when she thought of all the milestones she had missed. Though she could watch them through Velasco's eyes, it just wasn't the same. She didn't get to watch Leonel take his first steps, or be there for his first day of school, she never got the chance to watch any of his football games or teach him how to impress the girl he liked.

Alienor smiled lightly, soon beginning to giggle beside herself. Her husband had always said that the worst people to ask for advice on women as a man was other women.

'Do you think a gazelle is going to teach a lion how to hunt them?' That was what her husband had said.

Velasco suffered the pinch of all pinches for saying these words, but thinking back on it now, Alienor couldn't help but laugh. Her husband was always saying wild and outlandish things. Compared to him, her son was definitely the far more handsome and refined gentleman.

Alienor's smile became somewhat sad. She shook her head and dabbed her son's forehead again.

Her son was so perfect, how could any woman make him go through such things? She didn't like this Aina at all. If it wasn't for her worrying about how her son would react, she would have taught that girl a lesson a long time ago.

'I will change the bedsheets again.'

Alienor transferred Leonel to another bed and replaced the sheets once again, even swapping out the pillows.

had been awake, he would have known where his meticulousness came from. Aina had always said his room was frighteningly clean and tidy, but witnessing his mother change bedsheets twice a day despite the fact he was giving off next to no impurities at all would make Leonel realize there was always a taller mountain

brilliantly as she laid her son down to rest again, gently combing his hair with her fingers and dabbing his

had already passed by now and many were waiting on the Selection to begin. However, Alienor

a joke. These people would just have to patiently stand by until her baby

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the usual grogginess one might expect from just waking up, especially after sleeping so long, he actually felt refreshed to an alarming degree. It was to the point where even the air he

bed. His bare feet touched the soft carpet and his mind subconsciously

'6 700 000…'

His number of split minds had been just over five million before he fell asleep, but now they were actually approaching almost 40% more. At the

another two inches. He had been about 6'6

his limbs. He could almost see

his hair. '… It grew out

it off. A slight violet glow shimmered before his hair was coerced into being cut. Finally, as always, he

boxers. He blinked, suddenly realizing that he definitely did not own these. It dawned on him that

hungry, Leonel spotted an enormous spread of food in

BANG!

"Cap!"