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.

with a thickness so robust Aina's small hands couldn't wrap all the way around

Veins of gold and silver coursed through it, pulsing with a ruby light almost as

other. The heads themselves glistened with

before. It was a beautiful weapon. But it was maybe less so when

still over 1.00, far more than his own. In addition, he couldn't see through

state, but it was clear that she was compromised.

using the flat of his spear's blade to slap the back of Aina's hand with some

it would. The idea of harming her

as her ax faltered in her hands. He expanded

"… Le…"

sense Leonel's presence. A struggle lit in her eyes as though she was trying to decide whether or

was completely opened to her after he wrapped around her left with his shield. She didn't need her ax at

"… I'm sorry…"

fatigue, her cheek

heat of her body even

"Stop him!"