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 same flair.
'Huh… Interesting…'
Everything was the exact same, 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 same.
