Dimensional Descent

Aina stood in the middle, a bit annoyed. A Time Force practitioner was used to account for a million different things at once. Aside from Dream Force practitioners, they were probably the very best in this regard. In fact, it was probably closer than it seemed and there was a ton of overlap.

But this man actually forgot that they were in the middle of an arena. She had even just been using one hand in an attempt to prolong the fight as she had definitely just made years of progress in a few seconds just now. It would be hard to replicate these circumstances elsewhere.

She shook her head and vanished, leaving the world in silence.

...

The entire matter was recontextualized in their minds. They realized that Aina didn't seem to have struggled even from the very beginning. Other than a superficial use, she didn't really rely on her on Battle Ax Force either. In fact, it had only been barely enough for them to realize that she was a Sovereign.

The group looked toward one another. Even Orion, the Cloud Race youth, opened a single eye, taking a peek at what was happening above. Then, a hint of solemnness appeared between his brows.

That... was definitely not normal.

They were certain that the man's Ability Index was influencing Aina as well, so where was the jerkiness? Why did she seem unaffected? Was she a Time Force user as well? Had she used it to counter it?

A Sovereign of a Weapon Force and a Time Force user? And on top of that, carrying that absolutely ridiculous physical strength?

The silence somehow became deeper.

...

common room that she, Yuri and Savahn had been using,

been using Time Force. Those people lacked ingenuity, and also didn't know that

much Life Force she chose to pump into her Blood Force. The reason for her strong body was because of her nigh endless vitality, it was just a natural part of being

of her body. The Time Force could only work on whatever the current version of hers was, so she had chosen to strengthen and weaken herself variably to regain

done all of that

to her clearly. She could react to exactly when she should attack even better than the man himself who was relying partially on a

she would have chosen the exact moment where the

she was chasing

new method of using Blood Force, but more importantly than

style. But she could smooth it out, she could vary the speed of her strike while her ax was already in the

what she had been chasing before the battle abruptly came to an end. And now she was a bit

Then it suddenly clicked.

had made her change from weapon to weapon, shifting her focus again and again just to shore up a weakness she might have

spear, even a silk scarf as a weapon before. There probably wasn't a single weapon type

a while since the last time she had experienced such a compulsion. She thought it was because she had already gone past the limit through which other weapons could help her improve. After all, she

to lean into that even more. Not just using her understanding