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.

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 of his Starry Spirit Domain like this, he

he had used, but it

was correct. It was just.. incomplete. There was

Force to fuse with his trembling Spear Force and turning its

it with the bottom. In the end, a thick log about three and a half meters tall

without Force Arts, I wouldn't have a Force Quill to draw them

an excited gleam lighting in his eyes as his design for his bow began to

pale blue construct took form,

when

the wood Leonel was working with appeared in his mind. He reconstructed it down to a chemical level, understanding its in and outs

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

a… Sixth Dimensional

thought, a bowstring appeared

back. With another thought, an

strained, his

even without additional Force Arts. Let's see

his tests, he grinned. Testing things with his real

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

with this new ability, Leonel could even form a sparring partner that could make him feel as though he was really being punched and

he thought about it, it was like he could take the simulation ability of the

made a breakthrough after his quill self-destructed, but this was another massive leap forward. When he finally got Little