Day 1.
A cold, silent, blank white room.
A room constructed under the palace in the depths of the lake where the presence is so high it naturally compliments the shockwaves absorption formations inscribed on the interior and exterior of the walls.
This would be the room where Leonardo spends his day cultivating, just like right now as he stood at one end of the room, dressed in white robes and with a sword on his back.
This was Leonardo's day one as a sword cultivator after leaving the Exiled Paradise.
At that moment, Leonardo's eyes were a dull gray color as he stood silently, carefully probing the tiny streaks of lightning in his cells. For some reason, they weren't pale blue, gray, or even crimson red.
In fact, this thunderforce was a peculiar black, just like ink. Furthermore, there was so little of it that Leonardo couldn't find a practical use for it yet.
