Dimensional Descent

Leonel and Aina had no idea what was going on nor did they know that their choice had stirred up such a commotion.

Leonel jumped from tree to tree, knocking on their wood as he tried to find exactly the kind he was looking for.

There was something odd about trees that survived the density of Anarchic Force, they all looked the same. Leonel assumed they had undergone a convergent evolutionary path, following the same methods to combat their environment. That said, their interiors were very different.

There were two ways to tell. The first was by observing the shape of their leaves and the second was Leonel's method.

Leonel didn't know much about plants, herbs and the like. But, he could recognize his material needs when he found them. By knocking on the wood, he could make out practically all of its uses and whether it was suitable for certain Crafts or not.

The foundational knowledge his father had left him with was more than enough to extrapolate to a whole range of situations. And, his wood carving lessons came with an added help benefit right now.

Leonel was looking for a wood which was rigid enough to maintain its form while also being flexible enough to take his strength without snapping.

Leonel came to a grinding halt, the branch beneath him swaying.

He jumped, landing on the very same branch again and forcing it to bend.

Leonel bent it so far that he slipped back down to the ground. But, the branch itself snapped back up, whipping back and forth with so much forward that a whistling sound lashed out through the wind.

'Perfect.'

Leonel pressed his fore and middle finger together, a long strand of Spear Force manifesting and beginning to slowly tremble.

Spear Force like this. It lacked the flexibility of form Bow Force did. But, that was also exactly why he did this. He knew that there was something about Spear Force

this Level Two Spear Force felt so empty. 'Range' was the word he had used, but it felt so odd to think

was correct. It

Force to fuse with his trembling Spear Force and turning its golden hues

slicing the top half of the tree off and then repeating it with the bottom. In the

powerful enough without Force Arts, I wouldn't have a Force Quill to draw them anyway. In that

smiled, an excited gleam lighting in his eyes as his design for his bow began to manifest in the real

construct took form,

that was when things began to

down to a chemical level, understanding its in and outs as though it

real in form, losing

Sixth Dimensional cursed

thought, a bowstring appeared

back. With another thought,

strained,

without additional Force

out many things. When he finished his tests, he grinned.

reason Leonel could 'feel' the bowstring and 'feel' strain was because he was using his Tier 4 Control to simulate it all. By fusing all of this information together, he could gain a perfect replica of how a Craft would act and react in the real world and control the reactions of his body so

partner that could make him feel as

about it, it was like he could

would change Leonel's Crafting ability forever. He already felt he made a breakthrough after his quill self-destructed, but this was another massive leap forward. When he finally got Little Tolly back, his