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 concentrating

be contradictory, it would probably only make the effect more exaggerated. If he had concentrated on forcefulness any more, he might

'Wait…'

his

uncle had said: "the pen and the words of your heart guide the stroke

a piece of poetry, the cadence and feel didn't remain the same

mind focused on one of the first things he had placed on the list: "unworried… No, not unworried, more like understanding the gravity and still not caring, it's a

line in his

about being forceful all the time. Control

forcefulness, a controlled forcefulness wasn't about being restrained in your forcefulness. Rather, it was about understanding and picking the right time to be forceful.

to this point,

the essence. Control manifested itself in different ways depending on what your goal was, the scope of

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

finally struck downward, it was as though he

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 Montez's attempt

came to a stop, the ink hovered in the air, the SHIIIING sound of

fell. But, when it touched the broken table, it tore through, leaving an imprint and searing

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

suddenly threatened to implode and he came to check what the

Leonel any of this, thinking it would be funny when Leonel got

his brows shot up. But, whatever surprise he

bit embarrassed, but Montez didn't hold back

handwriting is shit. Are you planning