Dimensional Descent

Leonel shot forward and his head almost snapped back as though someone had just pressed on the gas. His speed was so fast that he almost didn't believe that it was being generated from his own legs.

What was the most shocking about it was the fact that his weight hadn't been lowered in the slightest, unlike what had happened when his Snowy Star Owl Lineage Factor's Speed Branch reached its peak. Somehow, he managed to hit this pace with his weight being just as great as it had been before.

He appeared before the castle walls almost too quickly.

Realizing that he would crash if he didn't adjust, Leonel focused, his thighs bulging as he leapt into the air.

"Wah…"

Leonel let out a gasp. Before he realized what was happening, he was already 50 meters in the air, his eyes opened wide.

Jumping 50 meters into the air wasn't a big deal if he was in a Fifth Dimensional world. He might even be able to replicate the feat if he put his all into it in a Sixth Dimensional world.

But, just now, he thought he had already adjusted himself to his new strength so he used even less than he thought he should. And yet, the result was still like this.

Leonel suddenly understood. The speed of the Starry Tailed Fox was amazing, but somehow it was still secondary compared to its leaping, directional change, and agility abilities.

He laughed in the skies, making it to almost 60 meters before he began to fall downward.

Aina clicked her tongue, still quite far behind Leonel. She had adjusted her speed based on what output she was used to Leonel producing. This was clearly also outside her expectations.

moment, her body becoming enveloped in a fog of crimson as she

to see through everything. His Internal Sight enveloped the entire mountain castle

its feather fluttering in

the tip of each and every arrow, his speed leaving afterimages in the air as he thought back to the style

was back there again as though

in the Third Dimension. No… he hadn't just missed them, it was like he wasn't looking for them

that even now, he wasn't looking for them. It was just that his senses were so far superior to what

hips, the way her feet grinded into the ground as though to gain the support of

a moment, Leonel

eerily similar to him. How different was brandishing a spear compared to throwing a football? Or, more pertinently,

were slightly different, but the methods and foundation of drawing

never had to think when he drew his bow or when he cocked his arm back to release the

former? With a bow, much of the mechanics were taken out of his hands, but now that he thought about it, there were many small tweaks he could make to his bowmanship that could take him to a different

because he could make up all his mechanical flaws with his

his shoulders weren't steady, if he could always just adjust the angle or his

it took for him to fall onto the castle walls. In

perfect his mechanics to an absolute extreme, and yet he had