Dimensional Descent

Leonel blinked, his brows furrowing.

He hadn't put any power behind that. In fact, he had lifted his arm quite gently. However, the power behind it was completely unlike anything he had experienced before. That was easily two times more powerful than his most powerful spear strike, of course assuming that he didn't use any supplemental Forces and solely relied on his Spear Force.

Despite this, Leonel wasn't happy with this.

He suddenly realized the real reason his uncle was constraining him to paper and canvas like this. Even when his uncle played music, the blades of Spear Force had all been restrained and didn't even wake up Aina. And yet, he had hardly touched the paper, but he had already split the table in two and made the tower tremble. If it wasn't for the sturdy walls of this odd training room. He probably would have pierced through it as well.

Leonel's eyes narrowed.

He had forgotten something important. It wasn't just about embodying the word or the line of poetry, it was about concentrating that embodiment into the tip of a spear.

It was about controlling it.

Leonel's brow furrowed. How would he do that?

Embodying forcefulness was easy, he could even use his Ability Index in tandem with his King's Might to change the foundation of his demeanor. He only listed everything he felt embodied forcefulness, a list of phrases, words, and even paragraphs, and then he tailored his King's Might to step into that sort of momentum.

However, if he added the word control to that list, it would basically negate all of the other words he had put in, making the list he had created absolutely useless. What was the point of the list to begin with if he added such a contradictory word to it?

How could you be forceful and controlled at the same time?

Leonel fell into thought, his mind running in overdrive. Everything he thought of seemed to contradict itself in one way or another.

it's about

thought that maybe the answer was to narrow the scope of the forcefulness. But, not only would that also be contradictory, it would probably only make the effect more exaggerated. If he had concentrated on forcefulness any more, he might have really

'Wait…'

his heart

and the words of your heart

talking about the heart, the stroke of a spear or even a piece of poetry,

"unworried… No, not unworried, more like understanding the gravity and still not caring, it's a more

that line in his

It wasn't about being forceful

in your forcefulness. Rather, it was about understanding and picking the right time to be forceful. Or, it was about

point, his gaze began to

manifested itself in different ways depending on what your goal was, the scope of the word was far beyond his initial

hovering above the shattered table. Ink drizzled down,

time, when his pen finally struck downward, it was as though he

stroke was like a piercing spear toward the eyes of all those who saw it. If there was someone here to witness this

Leonel's hand came to a stop, the ink hovered in the air, the SHIIIING sound of dancing blades

touched the broken table, it tore through, leaving

Leonel's frown hadn't disappeared. It was completely unknown why, by all rights, he had

had suddenly threatened to implode and he came to check what the hell had happened. Compared to the other training rooms, this was fairly low class. And, because he hadn't paid for Leonel to

told Leonel any of this, thinking it would be funny when Leonel got kicked out.

the table, his brows shot up. But, whatever surprise he had felt was quickly concealed

embarrassed, but Montez didn't hold back in the

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