Leonel tossed a piece of ore to the side, feeling a hint frustrated.
It was all completely contradictory. How could you change the molecular structure of an object, and yet have it work in the same exact way? It didn't even make sense.
Oftentimes, when things took certain shapes, it was because it was the most optimal. Pulling it out of said shape would destabilize it or weaken it. It made otherwise strong materials brittle.
When Force was taken into account, the matter was even worse than just that. That was because one wrong move and an otherwise inner metal could, quite literally, blow up in your face, taking a hand and a layer of your skull with it.
Leonel realized that there was something that he was missing, but he couldn't find what it was immediately. All the explanations in the world couldn't substitute a certain feel a Crafter had to have for his Craft, and he wasn't quite getting it.
