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.

about

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

'Wait…'

constricted, his heart

said: "the pen and the words of

you were talking about the heart, the stroke of a spear or even a piece of poetry, the cadence and feel didn't remain

he had placed on the list: "unworried… No, not unworried, more like

line in

That was the key. It wasn't about being forceful all the time. Control didn't mean the same thing

forcefulness wasn't about being restrained in your forcefulness. Rather, it was about understanding and picking the right time to be forceful. Or, it was about grasping the full scope of the situation and directing your forcefulness

point, his gaze began to glow

the essence. Control manifested itself in different ways depending on what your goal

hovering above the shattered table. Ink drizzled down, paper was flung in all directions, but

his pen finally struck downward, it was as though he was writing on

saw it. If there was someone here to witness this moment now, while to Leonel, he could see it clearly, to them, the light would feel just as blinding as

to a stop, the ink hovered in the air, the SHIIIING

But, when it touched the broken table, it tore through, leaving an imprint and searing into the wood as though Leonel had

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

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

he hadn't told Leonel any of this, thinking it would be funny when Leonel got

the word etched into the table, his brows shot up. But, whatever surprise he had felt was

a bit embarrassed, but

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