Leonel took his time. He wasn't trying to torture Wise Star Order, but it was rather that he wouldn't play games with his own life.
The technique that Wise Star Order passed on to him was unlike anything Leonel had ever seen before. It almost made all the Force Art languages that he had learned to this point seem like chicken scratch.
'Ancestor said that this technique came from the Spirituals Race, is the gap this large?'
His gaze couldn't help but narrow. The difference was akin to going from a coding language filled with redundancies to one that was elegant and streamlined. In fact, what was particularly beautiful about this Force Art language was that it didn't seem constrained in the same way the others Leonel had come to know were.