Dimensional Descent

[Hey guys, I know I only just started the powerstone bonus chapter system, but I'll have to retract it for now. I've been having some pain in my left pinkie finger for a while now, so I've had no choice but to switch to an ergonomic keyboard. My typing speed will plummet so if I give too many , it will eat into my reserves too quickly x). I'll bring the system back once I'm back up to speed. So for now, I will only upload 1 chapter a day]

"Use this belt."

Aina, who had all sorts of belts and pockets strapped across her body, somehow managed to pull out another one.

Leonel accepted. Strapping things to the band of his sweatpants was really too inconvenient. He felt he was using more energy than he cared to admit making sure his things didn't fall out mid-battle.

He buckled it around his waist, strapping the three rods of his bike to it along with his atlatl. After that, he strapped the meter or so tall silver box that contained his darts to his opposite waist. If he was still a normal human, it would impede his movements too much to place it there. But the current him found it much more convenient.

To his surprise, the box actually shrunk. From only a couple inches from touching the ground, it shrunk to stop just above his knees. It also shortened its width, ending up with dimensions only about as thick as his thigh.

"It's an ability of the belt." Aina explained simply, leaving it at that.

Leonel nodded. He used the strap of the man who previously owned the spear to hold it to his back, then fitted the small round shield to his left arm.

Sensing that Leonel was ready, Aina took off, knowing that Leonel was following closely behind.

Leonel tacitly understood his role, this was why he put his spear away.

[Aina Brazinger]

[Strength: 0.99; Speed: 0.85; Agility: 0.80; Coordination: 0.95; Stamina: 0.95; Reactions: 0.97; Spirit: 0.06]

Aina's stats hadn't changed much since he last looked. She was fundamentally a front line fighter. In that case, it was his responsibility as the only one among them adept at long ranged attacks to cover her.

However, he was curious. Aina's Spirit was the highest he'd seen aside from his own. Even the Priest was only at 0.05. Maybe he was still underestimating her.

The two ran through the small village in a line, just ten meters apart, their speed far beyond that of normal humans.

Aina's ax was suddenly wrapped in a reddish-gold glow and floated from her back to her hand. She held it off to her side with two hands, sweeping out the moment she entered the range of an enemy.

Her ax was like a blur, hacking Englishmen apart with ease.

Blood and organs splattered through the air, but not a speck touched her as she flashed by, dodging them as though they hadn't dared approach her.

Leonel could only sigh as he watched her silently. He always knew there was something special about Aina. There were simple context clues everywhere. Something as simple as her tanned skin could tell him this.

Girls her age were obsessed with taking care of their skin. Some used tans for cosmetic reasons, but Aina's had always been a level beyond that, as though she spent her days toiling under the sun. Yet, she didn't appear any less elegant or noble, always appearing in a beautiful dress like a dainty goddess.

His infatuation had always been due to small tidbits of her hidden truth like that. He had originally thought that her 'abrupt change' would lessen his feelings for her. But, even as she slaughtered mindlessly, he felt that he had always subconsciously known this was hidden within her.

'Is this what I'm drawn to…?'

Leonel's gaze sharpened. With quick movements, he pulled a dart out from his side, hooking it into his atlatl and swinging his arm sidelong.

continued running as though nothing had happened. But, 100 meters away, an archer watched as Leonel's spear flew through a window, out a wall, and directly between his eyes. He

even in his aversion, those who would attack a village of innocents like this

of the battle completely flipped. They dashed around the village like

of normal humans.. This era should have gunpowder as well, but they probably won't

of retreat sounded just as Leonel and Aina burst out of the

But much of it was trampled to the ground under the hooves of swords and foot soldiers. With such conditions, the likelihood this village would survive through the winter even

Leonel's jaw clenched.

toward Aina and Leonel as though they were twin gods,

sound of hooves filled Leonel's ears. However, this time, it came from within

soon found a group of armored men riding horses coming toward both he and Aina, causing the village

from his horse, a picture

'Who are you?'

question was directed toward Leonel despite the massive ax in Aina's hand. It seemed this era still took their misogyny quite

can't speak French." Aina said, looking toward

He had become so used to not being able to understand anyone after entering a Zone that he forgot he could actually speak French. Finally, it seemed his language

minute. What was the best way to approach this…

my partner are guardians sent to protect Joan of Arc. Bring

there was only one reason

meet the Savior or not will

Plus, there was no way a horse would be capable of withstanding the

the way. We will

eyes widened. Humans keeping up with

the path is

atlatl into the belt Aina

of God aren't limited by such

50 kilometers away. It would take a human a day to cover such a distance. A good runner would take about three to four hours. But, a horse

received their

of this, they didn't seem to be too tired. Leonel could have taken out his bike to make the process even easier on himself, but it didn't

the large tents of the encampment, Leonel's

stamina just increased

father's concoctions than the latter had let on. In addition, this world really hadn't blocked it like the previous Zone

medicinal strength dad's brew had can be forced out quicker if I'm doing an activity conducive to it… Should I

and agility were abysmal. The only reason they were passable currently was due

up in his stats while he was fighting

dad decided on this incredibly slow approach…

related to that? He didn't really understand, though. There weren't really any important organs or vitals in

think more about it as they finally made it to the encampment. He could immediately tell that Joan of Arc wouldn't be here. Encampments like this one held forward squads and battalions that placed pressure on the enemy

history, Joan wasn't a fighter, she was rather a morale booster. The so-called 'Merlin' mentioned in the quest introduction was the man who prophesied of her arrival,

a small army. She would

executed for cross dressing as a man…' Leonel sighed,

chooses a language study, it isn't just about learning the dialect itself, but also about learning in the language. Leonel had thus

needed to. Not long later, the two