Tower of Karma

William's knitted countermeasure completely killed Bridget's sword.

I can't get through the habitation technique. I punch in as many times, as many times as I can. Still, William flattens out everything. I still haven't caught up with my eyes. Only Bridget's body is chasing him. That's why...

"Why!?

Upper middle and lower levels, handled in every way. Are you completely cut off, or such thoughts go through Bridget's brain. He shook his head at it, and Bridget resolutely attacked him.

"Almost, Ke!

Retraction, negative exercise to get distance. Step in all at once from that great outside, positive exercise. The relief easily leaves the eye behind. If it's normal...

"I can see your movements."

A word full of certainty. It was supposed to be a sudden attack. It was rather exploited the swing of the pendulum, allowing the target to approach it. Completely intimate.

"Knock!?

Bridget tries to leave, but...

'I won't let you go. Good man.'

William hugs the pattern with one hand and his back with the other. The state of restraint from the intimate state. But only William has his hands blocked.

'What can you do in this state!?

"You can do anything."

William smiled and put a kick in Bridget's belly. "Gobble!?" and spit out a puke mixed with blood, bent on Bridget's corporeal lettering. Still, William doesn't untie the restraint.

"It's time for the festival to end. It's a feast, but let's call it a curtain."

Unbind yourself, William. Bridget dares to retreat and punch. But it slashed the void without being able to take it. With that empty hand, Bridget can't hide her surprise.

"You mean you cut out my, Lucitanian, Ray's swordsmanship!?

Bridget storms in tears all the time. While the movement is floating with enthusiasm, the stained cushioning is used for the fastest.

"Yeah, well."

William plays the role of Bridget. Turn your body around, turn your body away, and you can no longer doubt it. William was totally attacking Bridget's way of being together. I don't even need to take it. Such an experience, not in Bridget's memory. Not even Kyle could have been more completely cut off.

"So it's a punishment."

William punches his sword into the slaughter. As much as I wanted, with certainty, William struck in, winning by force. A love sword that flies out of Bridget's hands. Ridiculous Bridget. Poking at the gap for a moment, William turned down Bridget with a sword to return.

"Ah."

Bridget tries to deflect with reflection. But the movement is slower than earlier. A sword captures Bridget's body. Sword protection that was supposed to protect Bridget. That 's--

"My sword, lost?

Bridget's body, part of it turned down. More importantly, it was the most important part for Bridget, the dominant arm that stained the habitation technique.

The loss of arms, that was the end of the line for Bridget. Despair for Bridget is that his sword has been completely cut off, one of them. Except for his thoughts on 'William', Bridget's whole life was with the sword. It was never a privileged body, but was elevated to this point even though it was born as a woman, except because of its unusual obsession.

William turns his sword once now in front of Bridget, who is stunned. You don't need to make a seed. If you find a way out of there, you're the one to lose. Ruthlessly and surely kill the other person's life. Otherwise, this pact will rise as many times as it takes.

(For you, is it me who took it the first time? Right, you're right. Extremely right.As something that follows the same path, I am awed by everything that I have come so far from the land of Lucitania, that I have stood before me without beating the core of vengeance. That's why)

William swung up his sword.

"You have to kill him. I have no choice but to keep you alive more than to block my path!

Swing it down. For every couple bond, every sentiment of vengeance, turn down Bridget. A glimmer of tears flowing out of his shuddered eyes. That 's--

"I don't need a reason or understanding"

Quickly take it. William opened his eyes.

"A woman is crying. That is enough for a knight to stand!

It was the young boy who stopped William's sword. It is anger that floats in its face. That back speaks of the iron will to protect. Bridget regains her sanity. I came to this country, and I became the closest, the boy I thought I was like my brother.

"Who are you?

His first name is...

"King of the Kingdom of Leonvern, Galnia Island, son of EUYORK. Ulysses of Leonvern. I am a knight!

Spraying fighting spirit. That follows the lion. William knew the atmosphere the boy would have. The man I met on the battlefield before, 'Lion sign' Euwayne, has something close to him.

"Yuri?"

Bridget squeezed out voice. Hearing that raunchy blush, Ulysses grins with pity. When Ulysses was a young child, his nickname, Yuri, was called by his sister and brother. My brother or sister will never call me that again. It's only a little pseudonym now. Even in that name, when you can call 'her' that, it builds strength.

"Rest assured. I've already eaten it."

Skillfully move a blade of a peculiar shape as it is, bouncing the sword off William's hand. A sword flying behind Ulysses.

"What!?

William takes the distance. I can't hide my upset that my own gains have been taken too lightly.

Stop the bleeding.

Take your eyes off that William and eat your own cloak off Bridget's wound. Ulysses skewed his face when he saw his lost arm and saw the amount of blood flowing out of it. If you hurry, you may lose blood.

"Please run away. Burn the wound now or suture it and you should be able to retain your life. I'll take care of this. Let's make sure we take out the White Knight."

At the end of the procedure, Ulysses rises. At the end of his gaze is William's figure squeezing Bridget's sword. Red sword stained with Bridget's blood. To the ugliness of its schematics, to the chest shit evil of this situation, Ulysses quietly burns his anger.

"Aligato"

A word of gratitude released in this one's words. It also burns Ulysses up again.

Bridget walking away from the spot. The blood stain slows the movement, but the eyes are not dead. Look into those eyes, William feels dangerous. Bridget's fear is not absenteeism. Being homogeneous to William is above all a horrible factor for William.

"Run away!

William accelerates suddenly, and runs straight through the irregularities in the walls like a bender. William, who was not originally as favela but whose lightness was sold. When I used to steal and run away, I used to run lightly like this.

Ulysses is not responding to the rash. At least that's what William looked like.

"Your opponent is me."

William passing straight up. Beautiful dagger standing on its glistening cloak. That was the mingosh that Ulysses used in the arena.

William is killed for the speed at which he runs in the air and his cloak breaks and falls to the ground as it is. Ulysses then uses a long sword of his right hand to slash him. William rolled it around and dodged it. William to be muddy. Nothing will ever think of William as a 'white knight'.

"Get out of my way, you fucking kid"

"It's an honor to compliment you. It is my duty to repay my brother for what he has taken care of, and to Karl von Taylor if he should, but I will repay you all."

That's only pre-construction. No, that's why I originally visited this country. I stretched out my legs to identify the men who had laid down my brother. As a result, I met a strong and beautiful woman like my sister. I know I'm not favoring her as a man. I've been looking for someone I like. I've seen that back. That's why I was able to put it on after today. Because she would never have lied.

"Come on!

I don't know why. But I hurt her. That's enough.

Ulysses is a knight. Who will protect it if the knight fails to protect it?

Two very different knights bump into each other.

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After several meetings, William understood. That the person in front of you is clearly inferior to yourself. On top of that, I also understand that this battle, will never end in a short time.

(That left-handed dagger is a pain in the ass. I can't be attacked by a detour because of that)

Ulysses' left-handed dagger, shaped distinctly differently from what he wielded in the arena. Even William, who has read and accumulated knowledge of numerous books, is a strange sword. The horror was experienced earlier.

(That irregular, gizzard shape eats the target's blade, fixes it, and cuts a thousand bites. If it wasn't that 'sword', it would have broken. weapon for that matter)

The sword connection that William has now. It was the sword of 'William', so I didn't have to break it. The sword he himself continued to wield on the battlefield was taken away by Bridget. We must leave the scene as soon as possible, but the opponent in front of us is a little too strong to defeat immediately.

Ulysses also sweats on his forehead. The person in front of you is clearly stronger than you are. Exceptionally weak compared to Kyle, but alongside the arc, there may not be any faint color. Of course I still feel better about Ark, but I don't feel that big of an opening.

(Blaker also unbreakable sword. They won't let me eat it except once in the first place. The other person is also smart. Probably already noticed the properties of this sword)

If the sword of a girl passed down to Leonvern is Minegosh, then the sword of a boy is this breaker. The whole spectrum of peculiar swords and the technology that deals with them is Breaker. The lion's fangs that eat the target, if they eat them, they won't let go. Until you chew them off.

(I'm sorry, sister, brother, I'm here... but I will protect you and show you. Hang on to your knight's pride!)

William moves out. That quickly takes the reverse of the breaker, the right side of Ulysses.

"Fast, but not as good as Lord Bridget!

Ulysses eat at the move. Even if the opponent is stronger, Breaker is also the same sword guard as Minegosh. Nothing is stronger to protect than an attack. I can even do Ulysses enough to take time away from a strong opponent.

"This guy!"

William instantly gave up saying no with his sword. Already William's right side is within breaker range. Shake it and they'll eat it. Hence...

"It's a punishment, you fucking kid!

Still outside the breaker's range, he solidified his left hand and punched it into Ulysses' right belly.

"Crouch!?

Ulysses with a distressed look. Even as he tries to slip through the side like this, Unobstructed Ulysses retracts William waving the sword of his right hand.

"Phew, phew."

The eyes look firmly at William as he sweeps away the saliva with his sleeves. I feel the color of my eyes, as ready as I am.

I can't get out. That's what William decided.

"I'll admit it. I don't have the skill to attack you as soon as possible. You were strong in vain. So it was decided to speed up the time of death. Work, White Dragon!

Fear ran on Ulysses' back. Ulysses flies off the spot with a glimpse of dust. A silent puller runs through the void. A blow like shredding space.

"I'm expensive."

"Don't be stupid. Compared to the value of my future, it's garbage."

William takes out a bag of gold coins from his nostalgia. Although unexpected overlaps, the possibility of using White Dragon was in perspective. It is gold for that.

"... accepted"

Receive the thrown bag and determine that you have been bought by its weight. If that happens, there is no room for White Dragon to think. Just kill the target. That is the assassin.

"Don't worry, I won't give you any wasted pain"

The cobblestone at White Dragon's feet snaps. At that moment, the White Dragon move is complete. Explosive speed and quiet silent footwork. Faster than Bridget. And...

"Pass away in peace"

Five fingers make a crisp noise. A distorted palm bottom as it was cut Ulysses' face off. or appeared but dodged critical and cut off his foot as it was. Even if you look at that stunning body, the white dragon will not change its expression.

"Don't scratch. The more you scratch, the more you will be exposed to a different kind of death."

Instead of jumping at it, turn your body away and turn away. Ulysses' face froze on the resident's distant body. Almost toes, that's all you have to support your body. It is beyond the realm of light industry.

Get up and chase Ulysses.

- Here we go.

Remove the blade with two fingers. Pushing in with all your strength won't scare you. A distorted muscle emerges in White Dragon's hand. That is a testament to the power beyond man. The strongest grip to reign as the pinnacle of an assassin.

"Just go."

While White Dragon holds Ulysses in, William slowly passes beside Ulysses. "Wait!" the words vomit, but with vigilance for the monster in front of him.

"Thank you, my friend."

To William's vomited words, White Dragon faces.

"Don't do what you don't think you're doing. That's why I don't like you."

I'm leaving, William. I can't even chase you, Ulysses, I'm just being held back. And the Teng himself, the White Dragon, who created the situation, quietly...

"I'm not serious about this kind of side and state, but go to sleep"

Proclaiming death to Ulysses.

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Bridget was desperately on her feet. I've already lost a lot of blood and my consciousness is blurred. Still, it's for revenge that tickles my chest to move on. I didn't think about when I couldn't win. Think about what happened after you won, the 'thing' you were leaving behind. That's the outline of Bridget's last favor. I don't know if this will arrive. However,

(It's painful for the perfectionist not to lose his concern)

Whether it arrives or not, it will be harassed. Imagining the look on his face when he found out about it, Bridget smiled. I'll smash that floating face. Only that thought moves Bridget forward.

Bridget moves on. To the lights of the festival.

William was in a hurry. Its footing, though in a hurry, is accurate in itself. Back alley of Arkas that ran around dying as a boy. Home is the same for William here.

(It would be troublesome if we could get to the festival venue in that state. Before the fools notice-)

Bridget's aim is one that she can no longer win.

(- kill for sure)

William running the shortest. The way out, the shortcut, everything is engraved in my head.

William was sure in a hurry.

I'm sure I'll make it at this speed.

Bridget felt signs looming behind her back. The speed of that foot haul is the opponent Bridget had cut into until earlier. The fact that they're catching up. The same goes for the fast, but there is too little stray. How long has it been since I've lived in Arcadia, but would an Inhuman figure out the way so accurately? Besides, back street, if you're a normal citizen, you don't wander around.

(Really? Okay. Who is he?)

Bridget came to this country and had more interaction with the people wandering around than with ordinary citizens. Some of them were slaves as a matter of course. Some slaves were freed. And they say it all the same. There is no way to be a slave.

(The grandfather told me how it works. The system in this country is not going to raise slaves' up '. I found out why you took my William, why you're familiar with the back streets, and above all, why you're strong. The smelly appetite I feel from him. I can't wear it normally)

Bridget would not even have guessed when she was in Lucitania. But the journey to this point, the itinerary scratched around at the bottom of the earth, gave Bridget a sense of the 'land'. I can feel the smell all over the filth, scrubbing muddy water, and smelling myself in it, even from that man.

(I see. Besides, I can't forgive you for choosing William. I will definitely kill you. With my own hands, though I can't kill you -)

Bridget's legs were stretched. Signs behind it get bigger. There is no power left to confront it. The consciousness is crossed, but the body at its core is only getting heavier and heavier. Still, a glimmer of light gave Bridget strength.

(- The world you're trying to fight will kill you)

An awesome grin on Bridget's face.

William reached the festival venue. The venue is already open. There are not many people on the street. I come here and there's a rush on William's face. William couldn't find Bridget when he got here. The shortest route doesn't seem to have been followed yet. He may be falling in the back alley in a hazy consciousness.

(Shit. It sucks to be able to come out this way, but you can't even lose sight of it. The back alley is overwhelmingly less crowded than this one, but it's not zero. In addition, if the festival opens, there will be more people heading for the back alley. It's not a very good time or situation)

Of course we need to get back in the back alley. So I discovered Bridget, and if I don't make sure it's done, I'm in danger. William remembered the feeling that his path was about to be closed. My head, which was usually full of resentment, was now filled with madness.

"Where are you going?! Woman!"

William screams in the back alley. It's a dangerous bet, but I stepped that if I could feel the movement now, the return would prevail over the risk. But I can't feel the movement. Betting fails.

(... That's cool. or are you dead)

We need to take the sword away from the body, even if it's dead. Silver Sword, symbol of the 'White Knight'. That would give some concern if exotic, but also Lucitanian women had it. You can't let them get away with it. Even a corpse can be fatal if it drops zero.

"Take it easy, me. You can't just fall in here."

The business is tedious. William got stuck in a pebble. The heavens, the light, turn away.

Hearing the scream, Bridget laughs damned. Bridget was calmer than William thought. Full-bodied and creative, yet conscious. As a result, I was able to stay motionless. William himself exposed his opponent's movements on it.

(won)

Bridget's confidence in victory fills his mind.

William's footsteps pass right by. This means that the road to the front has been cleared. Bridget takes her feet slowly. Make no noise, slowly, but surely forward.

"Mabushii"

The light was in front of me.