Dimensional Descent

[Bonus chapter courtesy of Mr. Mostert <3 3/6]

Leonel continued to sit there, staring into space. He didn't really feel depressed; he just felt a bit empty. And then, the anxiety came.

What was he doing? Facing off against Ninth Dimensional experts like he was on the same playing field as them? Was he insane?

These weren't even normal Ninth Dimensional experts either; these were Ninth Dimensional experts that could take someone like Clarence and turn him into a prop-up toy to be skewered and humiliated before the masses.

The moment Leonel had this thought, he felt disgust. This wasn't him. But why did the lines feel so blurred?

The immediate assumption was that his Dream Force was turning him into someone he was not, but this was clearly not the case. He wanted to be confident; he wanted to face off against enemies who scorned him and make them eat their words. That sort of anxiety wasn't something he would have normally.

Even when the influence of his future self was muted, and he had yet to enter the Dimensional Verse, he had always been the same. He hated to lose; he was willing to suffer for a victory, and he hated the idea of others controlling him.

He didn't even necessarily hate football back then; he loved the sport, even if he might have lied to himself and others in saying that he didn't.

He loved the control it gave him, that feeling of combat and war...

He suddenly remembered the first time he had stepped onto a real battlefield, back in the Camelot Zone. He had felt his blood boiling and the excitement spilled over into his actions. He had rushed headfirst into that army of Demons as though they weren't fantastical creatures he had never laid eyes on before.

He had loved every second of it.

That was true... that was another aspect of himself... he loved battle...

No, what he loved was competition. The more thrilling it was, the better.

carelessly threw his life around back then, to the point

clear that though he was someone with feelings, it wasn't to the point he'd have a bleeding heart

just loved it. He loved being thrust into unbeatable odds and then inevitably coming out

was an adrenaline

himself in the foot. He loved the adrenaline, but if he was always

only be considered stupid and more stupid, throwing himself at enemies he couldn't hope to defeat in the hopes that one of

They never did.

grin spread across Leonel's face. He was staring into space,

he have ever gone down this line

was; why would he second guess it? Maybe the only person that could have corrected his path somewhat was his father,

man, the man he had only called master in his final breath. But if it took him so long to acknowledge him, could it

Star Order and his future self, but what he did

should use his spear, he completely brushed it off. It wasn't until years later that he took bits and pieces

Force was

wanted

robes that had

misfortune, but Leonel didn't seem to notice at all, his mind focused

heart was racing, and his skin was slightly flushed. His mind was filled with thoughts of the Owlans, how powerful they were, how difficult the coming battle would

in his irises as he continued to

in that feeling of anxiety, of sweaty