The Martial Unity

[Bonus chapter for 800 powerstones. Karma will get you all eventually...]

Leonel's grip eventually loosened and he sat silently for a while. Soon, his breathing became steady once more.

To the side, Aina wasn't sure how to console Leonel. Of course, she wasn't aware that Leonel wasn't feeling this way due to the likely death of his father.

Regardless, she had similar experiences of her own. Her own mother was dead and her father had likely followed in her footsteps. But, she had always had problems putting her emotions into words. She was always more likely to either implode or shut down. There didn't seem to be a third option for her.

This time around, she chose to shut down.

Luckily for her, Leonel wasn't actually mourning the death of his father and quickly regained his composure, opening the driver's door and stepping out. It wasn't long before Aina followed behind him.

"... How did you know to come here directly? I thought it would take us a few days to find it at least." Aina tried a probing question.

Her words weren't wrong. Paradise Islands follow orbits, so where they fell would be variable. She only picked a mission to clear Perimeter 7 because it was near the general area, but she didn't expect to find the wreckage so quickly.

Leonel took a deep breath.

"I remember the time they fell and I know the orbit like the back of my hand, so calculating where it was wasn't a problem." He explained simply.

The orbits of Paradise Islands weren't public knowledge. Or rather, the majority of their routes weren't. Only their stop points were known, as for the path they followed between them, it could only be left up to conjecture.

For Leonel, who had been illegally traveling to the surface world for so many years already, it was simple to have this taboo knowledge.

Leonel took a step and slid down the side of the crater.

He knew that whatever his father left behind, it wouldn't have a problem surviving the fall. He didn't believe that his old man was dumb enough to not have a method of protecting his things.

A part of Leonel held a small piece of resentment for his father. After all, since he knew this was coming, couldn't he have saved these people?

these people and then left, the Empire would definitely have all eyes

he knew must have

had collapsed. Several large slabs of brick and stone folded atop of one

him and Aina's work together, it wasn't long before a small path was created and they could duck into the remains of his home's living room... if you

The two covered their mouths

"... Le..."

her attempt at saying some comforting

there really was no point in checking this place. The best case scenario was seeing something he didn't want to see. Even if by some miracle his father survived the fall, it's already been more than half a year since then, how could a normal human survive for

hear the start

before Aina picked up on the fact that something was wrong. Leonel didn't look like a person looking for the remains of his father... Instead, he looked like he already

of a possibility, she quickly

there wasn't even the slightest crack. Let alone a crack, it seemed completely unaffected by things around

seemingly simple wooden door lay, equally

useless, old

why Leonel was

was because he believed his father

the

tell me that old man forgot to give me a key? No, there's no keyhole here, there's probably another way to

that the round door handle was a bit rough. It was a weird feeling because he could have sworn that it looked like smooth brass before. So where was

pulled his hand back and observed the knob. It really did appear to be smooth... What

his eyes and touched the knob once more.

body jolted as he suddenly thought of

his useless thoughts. His senses became

rough texture on his hands became many times more refined. What once was an erratic, seemingly aimless pattern, gained itself a unique organization

his body. His eyes didn't seem to be as good as his other senses for some reason. He could tell the difference between a

sense of touch was definitely the highest amongst his original five senses. Or, rather, this was the only conclusion he could come up with based

thought. '... A complicated lock,