Chapter 3156 Respect And Persistence.
Chapter 3156 Respect And Persistence.
Chapter 3156 Respect and Persistence.
The fury in Leonel's eyes was still smoldering, but he loosened his grip on his spear a bit, allowing his agitated heart to calm.
He rolled a thumb over his engraved wedding ring, allowing the habit to calm him further.
He had to control what he could control. His own emotions were certainly one of them. He couldn't. allow himself to fly off the handle at the slightest hint of a provocation.
This time, it was a combination of two factors: the weight of the events and the timing, along with the agitation to his Weapon Forces.
He could feel keenly that just triggering this battlefield alone wasn't enough to slip the hands of the Demoness. She had planned for so long, and she had already seen his Weapon Forces before. It was more than likely that she had some sort of contingency plan for this.
The same grace was the fact that the odds that this plan was as perfect as all her others were minimal. In which case, whether he could succeed in breaking free would be dependent on how he performed.
Due to this, he could feel the accumulated efforts of several lifetimes coming together, and the weight of it all made the frustrating targeting of this Battlefield's Regulator all the more infuriating. The second issue was his Weapon Forces.
He had already noticed while outside of this world that he had been slipping back into his old habits. The same arrogance, the same casual disregard for everything, the very same attitude that had caused him to be the only one standing in the end. It wasn't the attitude he should have if he actually expected to have loved ones by his side.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
But in this world, it was amped up to the highest degree. That was because his Weapon Forces could feel the Idol Battlefield's targeting, and it was trying to assert its dominance in response.
In the end, this was only the natural progression of things. There was simply no way that anything else could have happened but his furious lashout.
Leonel took a breath and closed his eyes.
He had felt this sort of pressure on his shoulders before.
That day, in the Valiant Heart Zone, as his Generals died one by one around him, it was the first time he had felt this sort of weight.
He had wanted to become a King because he felt that all life was equal. And yet it was because he thought he was superior that he believed that he should be King.
It was almost embarrassing that the contradiction didn't come to mind until now.
He was a pathetic excuse for a King... a King who took on a burden just to set it down when he pleased because it wasn't making him happy anymore.
Now, he had lost his father... his mother... he almost lost his grandmother... how many more did he plan to lose before he got his act together? Or was it that he was content with watching the world burn around him so long as he could keep his ego intact?
Leonel stood in silence for a long while, experiencing that burden on his shoulders again for the first time in a long time.
He could feel his feet sinking into the ground, his knees bucking against the weight. His shoulders sank, and his breathing felt constricted.
One could practically see the mountain on his shoulders, tall and proud, unfettered and oppressive. It wanted him to collapse beneath it. Or pretend it didn't exist and shrug it off.
That was what he had done before. However, not acknowledging it was as good as failing once again.
Respect and Persistence.
Could you be brave if you never felt fear? Could you know happiness if you never knew sadness? Could you be a king if you didn't truly understand the burden?
They were simple questions, and ones that Leonel had ignored for maybe too long.
But more real than ever, he understood...
You couldn't Persist if you couldn't Respect the challenge you faced.
The fury in Leonel's eyes was still smoldering, but he loosened his grip on his spear a bit, allowing his agitated heart to calm.
He rolled a thumb over his engraved wedding ring, allowing the habit to calm him further.
He had to control what he could control. His own emotions were certainly one of them. He couldn't. allow himself to fly off the handle at the slightest hint of a provocation.
This time, it was a combination of two factors: the weight of the events and the timing, along with the agitation to his Weapon Forces.
He could feel keenly that just triggering this battlefield alone wasn't enough to slip the hands of the Demoness. She had planned for so long, and she had already seen his Weapon Forces before. It was more than likely that she had some sort of contingency plan for this.
The same grace was the fact that the odds that this plan was as perfect as all her others were minimal. In which case, whether he could succeed in breaking free would be dependent on how he performed.
Due to this, he could feel the accumulated efforts of several lifetimes coming together, and the weight of it all made the frustrating targeting of this Battlefield's Regulator all the more infuriating. The second issue was his Weapon Forces.
He had already noticed while outside of this world that he had been slipping back into his old habits. The same arrogance, the same casual disregard for everything, the very same attitude that had caused him to be the only one standing in the end. It wasn't the attitude he should have if he actually expected to have loved ones by his side.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
But in this world, it was amped up to the highest degree. That was because his Weapon Forces could feel the Idol Battlefield's targeting, and it was trying to assert its dominance in response.
In the end, this was only the natural progression of things. There was simply no way that anything else could have happened but his furious lashout.
Leonel took a breath and closed his eyes.
He had felt this sort of pressure on his shoulders before.
That day, in the Valiant Heart Zone, as his Generals died one by one around him, it was the first time he had felt this sort of weight.
He had wanted to become a King because he felt that all life was equal. And yet it was because he thought he was superior that he believed that he should be King.
It was almost embarrassing that the contradiction didn't come to mind until now.
He was a pathetic excuse for a King... a King who took on a burden just to set it down when he pleased because it wasn't making him happy anymore.
Now, he had lost his father... his mother... he almost lost his grandmother... how many more did he plan to lose before he got his act together? Or was it that he was content with watching the world burn around him so long as he could keep his ego intact?
Leonel stood in silence for a long while, experiencing that burden on his shoulders again for the first time in a long time.
He could feel his feet sinking into the ground, his knees bucking against the weight. His shoulders sank, and his breathing felt constricted.
One could practically see the mountain on his shoulders, tall and proud, unfettered and oppressive. It wanted him to collapse beneath it. Or pretend it didn't exist and shrug it off.
That was what he had done before. However, not acknowledging it was as good as failing once again.
Respect and Persistence.
Could you be brave if you never felt fear? Could you know happiness if you never knew sadness? Could you be a king if you didn't truly understand the burden?
They were simple questions, and ones that Leonel had ignored for maybe too long.
But more real than ever, he understood...
You couldn't Persist if you couldn't Respect the challenge you faced.