Tower of Karma

The battlefield changed dramatically. Only one entrant is different from yesterday. How much is the value of each person on a battlefield of this magnitude? But the man changed the battlefield to show it. By stopping Wolfe, a monster who was raging around at will until yesterday.

"Right wing, it's too far up. Calm down a little."

William waves his right hand gently. With all that, the right wing regains calm and the will rises out of the box. William's every step of the way empowers the soldier with the peace of mind that William is here.

"Northern people, head to Wolf. Don't even shake your side."

An order to storm Wolf, an absolute until yesterday. Normally, I hesitate. No matter how powerful the Northern soldiers are, the Wolf opponents will soon be killed. About one or two. The condition that you can meet and do well.

"Yes!"

But even they, who are supposed to be former enemies, don't doubt William's orders as dew. No, I felt that it was impossible to disobey William because he was an ex-enemy country.

"Hey, how thin did you say you were... feed me and what are you gonna do?"

It is an obvious invitation, the gap Wolfe is daring to make. It's more efficient to eat them attacking you than to kill them on purpose. That's why the gap was vacant.

"Black wolf ready!

Two northern soldiers who came out. Wolfe stands at ease. He's the one who can do it there, but for Wolfe, it's the same as a miscellaneous fish. If you don't kill me in an instant, I'll work out the intent to kill you.

"Ha, big mouth after you get me ready."

Wolf opened his eyes. The gap between the two giants shook up Hulberto. The figure of a white knight peeking from there. I can see it in the distance. I don't know what he's up to.

Wolfe aggressively took the belly of his sword out in front of his face. After a moment, a haughty arrow with a light parabola hit the belly of the sword. It was the White Knight who let it go, and,

"Nigga, did you have that hand!?

A fiercely attacking Northern soldier. Not a weak soldier. A rare category of strongmen for William's troops. The weight of the halbert wielded by the auspicious arm is not light enough to lift it in an unwell position situation.

It takes two strong men, and a white knight's bow. A white knight's arrow was brilliantly filling the gap between the two.

"Ha, no, you killed my men when I first met you, too, with that bow"

Wolfe remembers. Mountain warfare on that border, a fateful encounter on the way home that took over the enemy Legion Leader. The dawn of fate was a bow. The second time was the King's Council, both events in madness, but this time calm itself.

Therefore, its strength becomes more out-of-digit.

"Damn, there's no gap!

Wolfe, who is chopping off arrows with the two of them, is a monster, but still hard to do any more. While time is being bought there, Wolfe's soldiers begin to twitch and get pushed. He was gaining momentum on the propulsion of a monster named Wolfe, but when his place stopped, he confused himself into deciding what to do. The status quo, which antagonized even that degree of confusion, becomes deadly.

"Really, dude!? I thought it was the King's Council, but a sword or a bow would be more talented, you bastard!

It is none other than William's bow that is creating this situation. William himself boasts that he is good at bowing. Ever since I was a kid, I've been good at ranged attacks such as eye-catching or stone-throwing. So much so that in the threesome he was very active in the slum town chick struggle as a long-distance warrior.

It was precisely because William was good at bows while not sticking to them. Relying on the genius of being born can make it easier, but growth stops. William therefore does not use the bow heavily because he did not flee to the bow to overcome the sword he was not comfortable with. I don't want to use it too much.

"Now it's too far down. Let the right wing go up. I'm gonna push you in at once."

The bow possesses genius. Perhaps potentially William's aptitude is a bow. William's unleashed arrows held Wolf back from his feet, even without so much training in the evidence, while giving instructions to his men, while maintaining the accuracy and continuity of the threat.

"I can handle proximity, but if I can't get close, I can't help it."

On the contrary, Wolfe has focused his efforts on the sword because of his aptitude, to the extent that he bows to the crowd. Therefore, the sword precedes William there. But it's not a battle with a bow. At last, Wolfe was forced to retreat on this battlefield for the first time since the fight was backed up.

(... it still doesn't feel good. The more you use the bow, the more you admit you can't win with the sword. Well, you can't hold it in forever. Do you want to hit it with fabric stone in the meantime?)

William's kamikaze, who can seal Wolfe while thinking of things like that. If he had focused only on the bow, by now he could have been Garias' most powerful bowman to name all of Laurencia, a bowman comparable to or exceeding The King's Left Foot and Garnia's treasure The Bow Knight.

Well, by the nature of William, there was no way to find out.

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Even Carl, who was supposed to be with me all four or six hours, didn't know William was so familiar with bows. I thought I was good, but that's not the dimension William meant to be.

"Wow. I have to work hard, too."

Carl mimics William completely with admiration. All I need this time is to kill even my taste and become William. Destroy yourself and become William Lewis to get things started.

I'm not uncomfortable on the battlefield. It is Carl's complete imitation but the reason he lacks a head named William and still functions as well as he did until yesterday. The speed at which Carl's instructions were given, the content of which was surprisingly very similar to that of William's men who received it.

Carl does his mission without hesitation.

Position visible from Carl, not everyone else, but watched William's artistry.

"How far is that man?"

Far from Gilberto's position, but still not far enough away to miss' that '. The more visible the position, the more likely it was to take away my eyes, the more beautiful it was. Things similar to Gilberto's sword talent, qualities of nature.

"Why hide it? You mean you can afford it!

Julian and the others, who are commanding Gilberto's squad, are also baffled. I guess they've never seen it either. Where William really deals with bows.

"I never saw it removed..."

Julian also has a bad tooth cut. I've seen as much of William's omnipotence as I've ever seen. But this one was a little heterogeneous than before, and as usual something that sprang up naturally was not in this situation. Something about it is the key factor shaping William, but it wasn't long or deep enough for Julian and the others to get into words about it.

Gilberto fights in confusion.

"Damn, you're kidding me! Why are you interrupting me?

Nika and Hilda capture William at the edge of their eyes while still not loosening their clashing hands. Techniques are mutually reinforcing, forces are Hilda, and speeds increase in armaments to Nika. Nika was under pressure at first sight due to the number of hand tags, but it had been learned and backed off during a long meeting.

"Well, don't do it! Keep nailing it. Later, we'll kill him!

Hilda, who sees this as an opportunity and gives orders to attack at once. Nika and the others respond but lack momentum. In the end, there is a difference in the extent to which wins and losses are replaced due to the inability to do so. Hilda feels it and gives it a good opportunity.

Crushing the Nikas, Hilda grabbed the victory for the first time on this battlefield. The sense of smell that attacked me once and for all without straying is just one word. He was a firm heir to Gardner's good lineage.

The battlefield rocked. And leaned all at once. Now that the absolute pillar of Wolfe has swayed, the heart of the Nederks side is not calm. The opposing Arcadia side made a huge leap forward with William on the battlefield. Look at this result. William said,

"It's still hard to take it off in the age of heroes"

I laughed a little uncomfortably. William's ideal is a battlefield without heroes. It was the battlefield for ordinary people, fully systematized, that was his ideal. The ideal is still halfway down the road and there is too much work to be done.

The brilliance of red spills from the chest, increasing the brilliance as the blood fills.

Wolfe realized his first defeat on this battlefield, a laugh at his unintended defeat. The grin floated over me for reasons that I would likely be reprimanded if my men saw me. Ugh, Wolff turns off his grin. But this excitement that swirls in my chest...

"Yabba. That's too funny, White Knight. In the meantime, would you like to make a calculation for bumping out?"

It can't go away. It can't go away. That is the way of Wolf. Dear life as a challenger, the will of the iron to eat and show however high.

A gold rocket dances. The thoughts you want to keep in it are the driving force behind the wolf.

Still two heroes, don't show the bottom. Plus the battlefield shows leaps.

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One, two, three days and William did not donate Wolf. The Nederks, whose Wolfe is not functioning, lose their fighting power and the Arcadia army prevails. The troops that temporarily attacked the mountainous areas and all the way around the bridge also took the form of an already huge retreat, almost all of which gathered around Browstat.

In other words, the battlefield has shrunk.

This state of affairs is inherently what the Nederks side wanted. But because Wolfe was dysfunctional, he couldn't find a way to live despite the situation he wanted. In the end, it is a battlefield in which the situation changes depending on the head of both sides.

The Nederks side can only pray. Wolfe told me that wolves eat knights.

Behind expectations, Wolfe's fangs did not reach William again today.

Now the wolf laughs. Twirling, carefully packing the intermission, wandering around the white knight, who does not show any debacle. If you show a gap even for a moment, the wolf won't miss it. William's ranged battle seemed to overwhelm Wolfe by the side, but it actually remained thin ice.

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Arcadia capital Arcas had pouring rain. Not enough rain to cause water damage, but not enough sweet rainfall. People won't go out as far as they can, they'll be spending a whole lot of time in the house. Working in this kind of weather is as good a worker as a slave.

The slaves were carrying stones in the rain storm. Two gazes at it.

"Nothing will need to eat apples in the rain"

"You're the one who invited me to dinner next time. I'm free today, so I rode the invitation."

It's like Favela just saying Kyle is bad. There was a very surreal picture of eating apples watching the labor of slaves in a situation where there was little support when it came to heavy rainfall.

"But I miss you. We used to carry them, too, Stone. It's pretty heavy, that."

"I watched in my spare time. Kyle was a big stone, Al was a tiny stone, and it seemed tough."

"You've been watching me eat apples, like right now?

"Stupid question. I was eating some apples I picked up at the apple store."

"Nyaru..."

The tragedy that plays out in front of Kyle and the others, it is the path they have come through. I carried it desperately even in weather like today. It's a much smaller body than it is now, and if you skip it, the whip flies like that. I've lived such a hell.

"... how many of you over there think you can get past the winter?

The real hell is not the season. The worst season for the slaves was winter. Over winter or not, that depends on how much you earned in this time of year. But if I can't, like some people on that spot, I can't even get past the summer. It's a thin, lifeless state.

"Not interested"

Favela didn't do anything to think. I can't help thinking about it. The dying die, the living live. That's all. They are the outside for Favela.

"Is that so?... I remember that in stone, but you were good at throwing stones when he did it"

"I'm interested in you. Not only did he throw, Al was good at grasping distance. Vertical and horizontal, I can guess because I see it well."

"I can see you too."

"That's not what I'm saying. Kyle is an idiot after all. Kyle's sight makes Al's sight completely different. The difference in sensitivity."

"You're a terrible idiot. So, does that mean he's a genius?

"Yeah. Because he has the most important, hardest working talent in jumping tools. All you have to do is crowd tech. That alone outweighs the rest of us."

Favela has mastered many flying tools, ranging from throwing knives and a thousand copies, to the eastern chakram at the end. Proficiency was unbeatable by the experts around it. But still, Favela thinks that if Al gets serious, he'll be pulled out soon.

That's the kind of talent that William has.

"A bow if you're on the battlefield, huh? I see... that's tough."

I think Kyle is a friend who would be fighting in far western lands.

"Why so hard? The talent makes it easier. I think it's a great deal."

Kyle grabs an apple. I laughed bitterly when I saw that missing surface.

"He was just like this apple. All the chips, all the holes, all the shit."

"... Bad mouth?

Favela was upset. It's faceless, but that's about all I know.

"No. No, you don't. He has no more learning than I do, and I can't read or write. Words are also appropriate. My arms were just as tight as they looked, and I couldn't shake a sword."

Favela senses Kyle's atmosphere and pushes her silence. This is not just a bad word.

"Such a guy is now a hero with perfect reading and writing, and a master sword through the languages of other countries. There is no gap. I crushed the gap. I overcame my bad taste. I don't like a lot."

Kyle looks up to cloudy weather. The momentum of the rain was only increasing. Kyle laughs. This rain washes everything away. I wish I had such fantasies.

"I'm afraid for his diligence. Crushed his bad by being thorough, now he's a perfect superman. But there is something that he, the man who is supposed to be perfect, avoids touching some, trying to avoid as much as possible. What do you think that is?

It is the flow of this story. I can see it in Favela. Above all, it's inside you. Thoughts make them work, and there were verses that came to mind in the first place. It was there in a clear way, so ashamed of what I hadn't realized before.

"The talent I originally had. Natural stuff."

Kyle snorted. Favela, too, wants to mock herself.

"Exactly. Bows, throwing knives, throwing stones, that guy would do it easily. Use if necessary. But there is nothing extreme about it. Because that's what I had originally. It wasn't built up by him himself, it was given to him by heaven. Yes, because it's a given."

So Al doesn't actively try to extremes it. It would leap at once if only a small amount of effort had been spent leaning towards other things. But he won't forgive it. The same is true of the power given from the most hateful destiny, the exercise of which was defeated by destiny.

"The root is my denial. A denial of the weak self that I lost back then. The same goes for kindness to others. That was his forte. That's what made him cold and perverted. He threw away a weapon called a bow, held a sword, denied the shield of kindness, and obtained the blade of cold. That's him now."

In the process of dumping Al, William also maximized Al's talent. It also unconsciously picked out a sword rather than a bow that was supposed to be good at it. After an unusual effort, there is William now. But it was distorted. Deny who you are, as if you were going to build a new self.

"There is still a lack. But that was supposed to be his strength. It is the talent that originally existed that makes him a drawback now. If it were a matter of relying on it, it would be a pretty dangerous situation. I would do it to some extent, but my mind stays reject"

The rain gets stronger. Kyle's anxiety only deepened.

"It will be an irrevocable situation. No, that's what happened a long time ago."

Kyle was staring at heaven. Even for Kyle, the greatest enemy to hate, the Heavenly | Destiny (no matter how much he hates it), who took away his friend's favorite and twisted his friend's destiny, is not enough hatred.

The rain increases in intensity.

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Five days, Wolfe's resolute offense won't even reach William. The battlefield is an Arcadia advantage. Defeat is imperative if any more differences are opened. The Nederks were also struggling in a situation where Wolfe, the head, was suppressed. A situation without aftermath, a battlefield fully accelerated.

In the battlefield, faster than anywhere else, in the extreme of acceleration.

Wolfe laughed.