Leonel was tempted to start with the most complicated, but in the end, he chose to pick up the calligraphy pen. It had an odd extra joint to it that made the nib off angle to the rest of the pen. If Leonel recalled correctly, they called this an oblique calligraphy pen. It was supposed to make it easier to match the aesthetic necessary for calligraphy.
FORCEFUL. SUBTLE. SWIFT. GENTLE.
The words flashed in Leonel's mind.
Since he already decided to start with the easiest of the three, he also chose the easiest approach and just copied everything his uncle had done.
However, Leonel was only a single stroke in before he realized that he already lacked the sa flair.
'Huh… Interesting…'
Everything was the exact sa, Leonel was certain of it. Everything from the angle of his arm and wrist, even down to the speed at every point of attack. It was all exactly the sa.
Leonel smiled, this confird one thing. This was definitely not a useless exercise, there was sothing else that he was missing, likely a comprehension of sorts.
This was a good thing, because it was clear that the old man planned on locking him in here until he made so progress. If he was stuck here doing sothing useless, Leonel would rather ram his head against a wall.
The fury he felt before getting here had sowhat faded after eting his Uncle Montez again. But, if he couldn't make any progress, he knew it would co back. By then, he would probably be far more serious about finding a way out of here.
'Alright, then. Since this is a worthwhile endeavor, what am I missing?'
Leonel's gaze flickered. His uncle had been outside the range of his Starry Spirit Domain, so unfortunately Leonel couldn't rely on that. Truthfully, that was an oversight on his part. But, if he was honest, he would have probably hurt himself had he tried to take that approach, if not in calligraphy or music, his uncle's attempt at painting a spear would have definitely destroyed his mind.
'Then is this a different sort of application of King's Might?'
Leonel had been practicing the for now. I have a feeling that if I do, it would actually interfere with my ability to do this instead of helping…'
If Leonel's King's Might skewed in one direction too much, wouldn't it make it difficult for him to grasp the artistic conception of other words?
'In that case… what did I feel when Uncle Montez's pen connected to paper…? FORCEFUL…'
Leonel hand hovered, his pupils flickering, his gaze sotis dull and, at other tis, lively.
'Free, powerful, unworried… No, not unworried, more like understanding the gravity and still not caring, it's a more subtle feeling than that.'
Leonel's body wafted with his King's Might as his deanor shifted and changed. He only vaguely realized that his Tier 4 Control Ability Index had even given unprecedented power even over his own deanor. However, when he grasped this, the shift was almost imdiate.
Leonel no longer focused on just what his uncle had done, but rather layered in his own comprehensions of forcefulness.
An entire hour passed before Leonel pressed the pen to the paper. But, when he did, the lightest touch shattered the table, a ray of Spear Force piercing through the ground and threatening to split the tower in two.
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