The Martial Unity

Leonel's spear became swifter. The clearer his mind became, the sharper his ability shone through. A calculative mind didn't need to rely on emotion.

Maybe it was ironic that an inherently emotional man like Leonel had suddenly become the exact opposite. But it was an irony that Leonel wasn't thinking about.

[Call of the Wind], a technique meant for throwing, subconsciously molded itself into his spear. His mind could see through how it worked, forming dozens of calculations a second, he changed its foundation, adding a power previously impossible to his strikes.

It was only now that Leonel finally made use of his powerful spirit. To now, he had only foolishly only used it to power his Internal Sight. Even when he activated his Force, he had focused it into his mind, vastly improving his coordination and reactions.

But now, a pale light coated his spear. It didn't extend his blade to near the extent Aina's ax spirit had, probably because it was being wielded through a crudely formed technique Leonel was still adjusting even to this very moment. But its power was undeniable.

Leonel burst through the last line of Englishmen, his flexible armor and sweats matted in blood that wasn't his own.

"Aina!"

Having burst through only one side of the encirclement, Aina still had enemies closing in from at least three sides.

However, all Leonel received in return was a blazing ax.

He had never paid much attention to Aina's ax before. Maybe it was typical teenage boy selective sight. But, seeing it up close, it could only be described as a beautiful weapon.

a meter and a half long, with a thickness so robust Aina's small hands couldn't wrap all

of gold and silver coursed through it, pulsing with a

heads themselves glistened with a beautiful silver that was

thought before. It was a beautiful weapon. But it was

much to take head on. Even with her stamina almost hitting zero, it was still over 1.00, far more than his own. In addition, he couldn't

but it was clear that she was

using the flat of his spear's blade to slap the back of

The idea of harming her small frame made

ax faltered in her hands. He expanded his shield to just over two meters

"… Le…"

in her eyes as though she was trying to decide whether or not to cut him down

opened to her after he wrapped around her left

"… I'm sorry…"

swayed with fatigue, her cheek falling to Leonel's

He could feel the searing heat

"Stop him!"