Tower of Karma

Late at night, the lights went out of the city, and after a while, the noise went out. One man was walking through the quiet darkness. Is the night bright or just the moonlight the man who takes his feet. Walk the world without hesitation and quietly.

The man wore a simple mask and a cheesy wig. To keep his existence from being distracted, to keep no one from knowing the encounter he is about to meet, the man is transformed and left in darkness.

Through a number of small, dark alleys, a pompous empty dead spot. There was a big man and a brown woman in a space that could also be called a blind spot in this country.

"Long time no see. You've done a great job."

Big guy, Kyle opens his mouth. The masked man also laughed when he heard the light mouth.

"We're each other. How's Favela doing these days?

The brown woman, Favera, gazes at the masked man with no expression.

"Pumpkin"

"Right. Good."

"How's Al?

William grinned bitterly when he heard the name, the masked man, which only these two now know. It would mean that for Favera no matter how much change, Al can't be Al, William. I cautioned many times, but for some reason I was stubborn about it.

"Excellent condition. Ho, souvenirs."

William removed his mask and wig and threw them away before removing three apples from his slightly swollen pocket. Throw it as you go, draw a beautiful parabola and the two catch it.

"Deputy with lead general, head of the Grand Chamber of Commerce, living with his fiancée, certainly in excellent condition. I'm proud of you."

"You have thorns, muscle gorilla."

"I'm honestly complimenting you, don't be silly."

Nature and William's mouth loosen for the first time in a long time. Since when has it been so easy? There are only two of them. Who can talk to you in a real way with a broken belly? Of course, there's a lot I can't talk about.

"Cohabitation, fun?

"You can't have fun. Basically annoying. There are no greetings either. You wouldn't even know the word delicacy. I can't cook a single dish for a woman's habits. Stupid enough to start using sugar to dilute salt. All I can do is make treats that I love. Dance and tree climbing are the best things to do. A monkey. Besides, I don't like dancing in social places."

A bunch of stupidity popping up to throw up. Kyle opened his eyes when he saw it. On the contrary, Favera narrows her eyes.

"I don't like it. I don't like it."

"Impossible. The heavens and the earth can't be turned upside down."

Kyle's grin deepens at his desperate denial.

Would William have turned his feelings to others so much since that day? Whatever emotion that is, it is true that you moved it. I haven't noticed the person, but I guess there's something shaky about it somewhere.

That's why...

"That's Vlad's daughter"

Favela's eyes were cold. And William, who was pointed out, also disappears loose from his face again. Kyle stared at Favela, but his gaze never matched.

"I know that. It's just that woman who's on the lookout. For me to go up there, for me to kill Vlad... that's all there is to it"

Coldness mixes with words. Favera was comfortable with the cold.

"That's enough, that story. So, what are you doing today? I haven't seen your face in a long time, if only I'd run out of best friend profit... but I wouldn't be able to afford that"

Why was the three of us supposed to get together today? Kyle asks why.

"I missed you half of the time. I haven't seen my dear best friend in a long time."

Favela splashes her legs in the descent of her dear best friend. It is a sign of expressionlessness but a sign of good mood.

"So, what about the other half?

Kyle cut it off with his old lady and threw it away. That's how William sighs. For once, I mean it, but it's also impossible to tell people to trust themselves with lies all over them. There will also be a rush not to wear it rather than. It's not enough of a blur.

"I want you to put on an archery"

Kyle rounds his eyes to unexpected answers.

"I don't mind. You collected them all on purpose for that? I can't solve it."

"He's the one who stepped in a little bit more than before. I'd ask for it every day if I could."

"I can't do that. I have plans, too, and it's not like me and you see each other often in the first place. Even here is not absolutely safe. The sound of a sword trident sounds like an infinite sound."

This place is where they used to get together, but it doesn't change that it's in the Arkas, and the public is not zero. It's far from safe to say.

"I know what it is. The land was prepared. It's inherently another use, but we won't be able to take advantage of it yet this winter. Use there. There are some grounds, a little narrow but also indoor training grounds. The entrance and exit are connected to a cabin outside the aristocratic city, so people don't care."

Very well prepared, William. Until then, Kyle and I don't know why we want to do the archery.

"I want you to come as much as you can, even if you can't do it every day. Please."

Head down, William. Kyle put his head on when he got serious.

"Until then... do you need strength?

"Oh. I had sex with a guy called the Three Big Stars. And I'm sore... the king's seat won't be empty on the battlefield as long as they're around. To get to the seat... they're in the way."

Kyle squeezes his hand when he hears the word three giant stars. The more blood seeps through.

"Nothing. I don't need to win with Tyman. No, but it's quicker and easier to apply me than to work out a way to do that. More importantly, it won't hurt to be strong."

Besides, William had a hunch about something. As it is, it is swallowed up by a turbulent world. We need strength to fight it. Power beyond the giant stars.

"I'll pay for it. What do you say we do it?

Kyle is silent. The audition itself should be carried out at night when they are both free. Kyle has been free lately. It's too strong to have a challenger. So it's possible to put on an archery. All you have to do or not. Because all conditions have been fulfilled.

"I don't mind. But if you're going to try that level... I'm serious too."

What comes to Kyle's attention is a burning scourge of war. Hope found at the end of that hell.

"Survive. You can't add and subtract him like you've done before."

Al, Favela, the meaning of my life I found at the end of hell. The only thing I've found in a fucking world that I can believe. We trust each other unconditionally. No matter how far away you are, that's the feeling.

"Appreciate it"

William laughs bitterly at the comfort of the occasion. This is how you must no longer be saved for a moment. If you feel comfortable for a moment, if you feel happy for a moment, even for a moment - the tower that builds up in you at that moment will shake.

"... all the time Kyle"

Favela with a muddled voice. Face is faceless.

"Don't be unfaithful. I'll call you when I need your help. I trust you."

Favela silences with just that word. The inner part is a wolf.

"So, where is the land you bought for that other use?

"I'll show you now. It's narrow for its original purpose, but if you two just train, it's an excessive place."

"I'll follow you, too. Because I'm free."

"I don't mind. There are no eyes. Whatever. It's my land."

Make me joke and show my prestigious face, William. Kyle laughs bitterly when he sees it. Back then, I couldn't even think about my land or anything with a joke. Now they all have some income and their lives are stable. There's no such thing as starving to death or being hurt by whipping. They are still three people next door to death, but from a physical sense, I think they were mostly far from death.

In the closest times to death, it had fostered their friendship and become their backbone.

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It's all over the darkness at night, but Kyle is not dumb enough not to understand the size of the land. Gardens to the extent that groups can move their bodies lightly, training grounds for easy making are also small but large enough for individuals to own. I don't know what it's for, but William has enough financial resources to own it personally.

"Rich."

Besides, this is an aristocratic neighborhood, albeit out of the way. There is also the issue of land prices. Not as big as the finest of civil districts, but a middle-class land would buy double the size with simple calculations.

"I bought it from the Chamber of Commerce. I don't make enough money to buy this place on my own."

"... I see. Are you gonna use it in some kind of business?"

There's no way William would buy this kind of land with a good look. Individuals will feel rather narrow if they also have an excess of land as a group. It has always been the same personality that hates waste.

"Business... is different. It's more like an investment. Investing in the future, this facility to develop my 'power' -"

In a way, this is where it becomes the most important place for William. Investments are far from fruitful, and if they do, William gains unique power in this country.

"School. Merchandise and martial arts, sending in talent raised into two worlds. Ten, twenty years away."

William gained some strength in the business world, in the world of martial arts, and in both. But I'm not satisfied to this extent. But in the power of one, there are limits. Let's grow hands and feet for it. This is an investment to support yourself in the future, as a general, as a king.

"It's still just a vessel. The selection of the contents is coming up. If the contents of any great education were rotten, the treasure would rot, and vice versa. It's an interesting world."

William has a challenging grin. Make it a martial. Make it a merchant. The top is still far away, but I see some reaching point. It's not a distracting situation, but the sense of challenge was fading. But the act of teaching, the process of nurturing, is only experienced to the extent of Carl and his own troops. I grew it from scratch, and I don't have any experience raising it as my 'power'.

Simply the new world is interesting. That's a man named William, from before he got his name.

"... you look good"

Kyle snaps with a small voice. Favela listening also meditates quietly on her eyes. As if immersed in some thoughts. Quiet, deep...

"Hmm? Did I say something?

William listens back. "No, nothing," Kyle shook her head. That concludes the conversation, especially meaningless exchanges. William will forget about this exchange in an instant. But the two of you won't forget his grin you saw this day. His roots are destined to remain the same.

"Mm-hmm. Shall we go to the indoor training ground then? So..."

"You mean starting today? All right, don't be silly."

"Ugh, gorilla. Be prepared."

The two laugh at each other mischievously. Favera smiling sneaky behind it. All this time there was an old-fashioned them. The book of the night covers their honeymoon. Their bond, which never stood out.

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Wolfe rolls all over the dirt. I don't already have a grip on that hand. Still squeezing his sword, squeezing his teeth and standing up. A hero king overlooking it. The end of an unbroken sword trident, a woundless hero king and a scratchy black wolf.

"Ha, it's so far away"

Wolfe stood trembling.

"Physically, it's not that different. There's only one difference in thought."

Wolf laughs. My head thinks that can't be true.

Welkingetrics, who spotted it, solved the plot.

"People have everyday and extraordinary limits. In this country, they call it the idiotic power of a fire... but it's not something you can tell by pulling out its extraordinary limits at any time, getting close to the maximum you can get out of the flesh."

Welkingetrics beat his temples to pieces. I advise you to understand and use the power from it.

"Build your flesh to maximize nearness. If we can do that, we can reach our realm. Trust yourself first. I trained my body to the limit... 80% in El Sid, 80% and a half in Stracres, about 90% in this me... on a battlefield that needs a relapse, the maximum output I can give. There's no difference in the quality of the flesh, and if you pull everything out, no one will lose."

Welkingetrics sharpens temples. Skin shredded and blood seeped. A trick as if to awaken the brain that lies ahead. In the under-developed age of medicine, that's probably why they knew it by the senses. That the flesh - still has a way to go.

"The first person who wears this feeling considers it to be to take his condition to its best. Of course it's not a mistake. Many of them have stopped. And there are many who are stepping ahead without knowing, like you, for example."

The atmosphere of welkingetrics changes. The divine gravity overflows with brilliance.

"El Sid is probably one of those who reached this realm unknowingly. There are verses where Strakles guesses… well, there are many who can bounce out the proportions. Because no one knows this feeling better than I do."

"Ha, that's a lot of confidence."

Welkingetrics laughs bitterly at Wolfe's words.

"I... was born with this feeling. Once in a while, a monster was born to pull ten percent of the way out. 'Reaper' or something like that would be an easy congenital monster to understand with you and a close generation. It's not a body that can withstand even ten percent, but it's better than me in the sense of pulling out limit values beyond that."

I say there are such congenital monsters, including myself. I felt so bad about the anomaly of Reaper before on the battlefield of Frandelen. Surely that would not have been normal. It was hidden in disastrousness, but that sense of air also held a simple strength. Wolf who remembers it and distorts his face.

"... do you think I'm talented?

Wolfe felt teethy about it. In the end, I felt like I had no talent and was being told in the dark that I couldn't do it.

"Being innate is not talent. In the end, 'Reaper' is inferior to me because the way I train my flesh is sweet, and naturally I can beat El Sid as I was before. El Sid is acquired as far as I can remember, so will Strakles. On the battlefield, he blossomed as he repeated numerous battles. And I deepened it... even if I don't understand, I can hone my senses in battle. In a way, you're on the right track. The power needed in an environment called a battlefield is not just a matter of drawing limits. I have something called an experience-based allocation of everything. It would be right to find it in the battlefield."

And Welkingetrics smiles.

"But you don't have time, do you? Then it's a shortcut to understand. I was able to work early because of my innate talents. From there until now, I have reigned because all the good enemies have monstrous flesh, and the losers and I have worked out as well. I gained 'understanding' because I trained my own flesh by counting it backwards from my senses. I'll give you that 'understanding'...

Welkingetrics approaches Wolfe suddenly, wrapping Wolfe's neck and waving his sword. No obvious intent to kill, no signs of inching. Death is imminent.

"Ko, of!?

Wave your sword with an arm that has no grip. I don't have enough power. Wolf to be blown away or rolled as he is.

"Did I tell you? This is a matter of feeling. Your body is working out to near its limits. Then it's the senses that should be stretched. Increase the percentage and you'll be that strong. Percentage, if you draw on the power you hold… it's quick to bring death closer. Hence, die. Find it in there, and let yourself be first, ahead of the flesh."

The hero king's intention to kill strikes the black wolf.

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William rolling around. But there's a grin on my face. My battle power gap is still widening. Still, William had a feeling. Something similar to a certain sense of reality, the certainty that we are narrowing our distance.

(This level without a little sword alignment)

Kyle can't hide his surprises either. Over the past six months, the man who dominated the North and became the key man to bounce back the army led by the giant stars has come pretty close to being the best friend and the strongest man of gladiators.

(Apparently... I'm grabbing something)

Kyle, the atmosphere that only skilled people emit. I raise myself to the limit. Besides, some feel I have a way to go. Maybe that's actually the case, but Kyle thought differently.

Kyle thinks in a way that the limits will be raised, not ahead of the limits. The power that was there at first suddenly moves one step forward. I thought I had my current self before I repeated it. Therefore, Kyle cannot and will not teach it rationally.

"More, more! More............... Fallen Wo!

After all, the world of taste. Individually, the way the limiter is removed is different, and the way it is withdrawn is different. Kyle piled up step by step. Kyle is now on the tip of piling up the stones of training and action as if to build a castle.

"Fall, fall, fall, wow, wow!

It would be different from what I see with William in front of me. The world William sees may be the opposite of Kyle. If it is Kyle who builds up and ascends, it is William who falls rather than descends the tower of business that stretches toward the bottom of the earth.

(How many sins can I carry... this kind of sensibility?)

King of the torso, stand 'on top' of the tower of business. Over time, beyond numerous killings, William's hell was completing. Feeling its shape, Kyle distorts his face. Obviously there is no happiness at the end of this tower. There is misfortune and despair - that's the way Kyle's friends walk.

"So, lah!

Kyle was surprised by the sword pressure he felt in his hand. That cute little boy has gained so much power. How hard it would have been, unlike myself who had a big body from the start. Nor did he possess any particular sword talent. I didn't even have the knowledge. There was nothing, only kindness was the handled boy.

"You're out of your mind!

"Spray! That's sweet, motherfucker."

"Ugh, muscle gorilla!

Effort, yes. He built up effort. Knowledge and swords acquired everything. The gift of an unrelenting effort on the daily diet, even the size of the body. If it's an effort that counts backwards from purpose to accomplish, then his life can be described as an effort.

The monster thus born seeks strength for further heights.