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."

enough, Aina had thought of

that neither he nor Aina were experts in

it might be possible for him to try and deduce the mysteries through Nicolas' countless notes, he had no confidence in doing so in a short

power of his mind, as long as he had this starting point, deducing what

Catholic Church. Yet, they had very clear evidence here that his strength was handed to him by another. Who knew what the goals of this person was and what contingency

settle itself. Knowing that the destination ahead only had one path, yet it was fraught with danger, left him in a steadily darkening state. But somehow,

suddenly smiled warmly,

his palm, his gaze flickering when he noticed that

ripped a piece of cloth

be able to make the best use of it. Plus, I won't need to draw it as

actions. Then, she could only watch blankly as he set her hand down and drew the first slice of flesh across the back of

memory was frightening after awakening his ability. Without a single pause, he drew the complex Force Art across his skin, the only sign of his

be made stronger with both depth and size. However, the Art Leonel drew was barely deeper than a usual paper cut and was a fraction of

Leonel's hand, dripping down and ricocheting off of the stone beneath their feet. The dull echoes rebounded across the walls of the underground sewage system, giving the atmosphere an

It took him not more than a few minutes to etch the Force Art into his

grand showing when he finished, but the reality didn't have much fanfare. There was a faint wisp of light

it is… Aina was right. Drawing Force Art is like an author writing down a story. But that also means that if you want to influence a Dimension, you must be applying pressure from a higher Dimension.

grasped on a very simple fundamental concept

news was that whoever it was truly had placed some failsafes 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 ability of passing down this power of understanding. It didn't take a genius to figure out