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.

flexibility of form Bow Force did. But, that was also exactly why he did this. He knew that there was something about Spear Force that he was missing and he wanted to understand it better. With it in the range

used to build this Level Two Spear Force felt so empty. 'Range' was the word he had used, but it felt so odd to think like that when the Spear could never match something

that his comprehension was correct. It

causing motes of Scarlet Star Force to fuse with his trembling Spear Force and turning

top half of the tree off and then repeating it with the bottom. In the end, a thick log about three and a half

Force Arts, I wouldn't have a Force Quill to draw them anyway.

his design for his bow began to manifest in the

construct took form,

that was when

to a chemical level, understanding its

construct began to change. It slowly became real in form, losing its pale

a… Sixth Dimensional cursed beast

a thought, a bowstring

string, pulling it back. With another thought, an Arrow also appeared,

back strained, his

without additional Force Arts.

When he finished his tests, he grinned.

Control to simulate it all. By fusing all of this information together, he could gain a perfect replica

could even form a sparring partner that could make him feel as though he was really being punched and

could take the simulation ability

was another massive leap forward. When