The Martial Unity

Leonel's expression gained a bit of dignity. They hadn't been here for long, yet so many inexplicable things were unfolding before him.

Gritting his teeth, Leonel made a decision.

"I know how we can get out of here."

Aina was just as intelligent as Leonel was. Though her thinking speed fell several steps behind him after he awakened his ability, when given enough time, her conclusions wouldn't be much different from his own. This was why when she heard this, her expression immediately changed.

"No. No. Absolutely not. We can think of another way. You have no idea what kind of side effects there might be. I won't let you."

Leonel smiled bitterly.

"I wish I knew more about this world, but unfortunately I don't. This is the only solution I can think of, and considering the current abilities of my mind… That's saying a lot."

Aina's eyes involuntarily reddened.

Leonel walked to Nicolas' desk and picked up one of his pen-shaped knives. He looked at it before a moment, hesitating. He didn't even notice when Aina's small hand crossed his field of vision and clamped down on the palm he held it in.

"It's too risky." Aina tried to steady the trembling in her voice. "We don't understand the diagrams to begin with, who knows what it will do to you? For all we know, Nicolas didn't even have his own will."

Sure enough, Aina had thought of

nor Aina were experts in the matter. Walking around blindly could land them in an even worse situation

deduce the mysteries through Nicolas' countless notes, he had no confidence in doing so in

his body, he should theoretically gain the ability Nicolas had, allowing him to comprehend these Force Arts quickly. With the processing power of his mind, as

his ignorance. Joan worshiped Nicolas more than she did even the Catholic Church. Yet, they had very clear evidence here that his strength was

had one path, yet it was fraught with danger, left him in a steadily darkening state. But somehow, Aina's

suddenly smiled warmly, his back

palm, his gaze flickering when he noticed that the sharp

of cloth from his linen shirt

able to make the best use of it. Plus, I won't need to draw it as large as he had to to achieve a better result.

watch blankly as he set her hand down and drew the first slice of flesh across the back of his

ability. Without a single pause, he drew the complex Force Art

and was a fraction of the size of Nicolas'. But, Leonel was confident that his own ability could amplify

off of the stone beneath their feet. The dull echoes rebounded across the walls of the underground sewage

It took him not more than a few minutes to etch

but the reality didn't have much fanfare. There was a faint wisp of light and a subtle comprehension clicked in Leonel's mind. What

story. But that also means that if you want

grasped on a very simple fundamental concept like

in place, failsafes that made Leonel tremble to his core. He didn't know exactly what they were, but his analytical mind could already see through the parts of this Force Art that contributed nothing to its main