Tower of Karma

Long ago, the battlefield was still full of romance. It was this onslaught that was taking place in prosperity. Even if it turns out to be a single hit, it is unlikely to be the first thing to say in this day and age, such as deciding to win or lose a battle with a single hit. It can't be, but it's here now.

As the two factions stare in line, the chosen duel advances.

Arcadia came forward with a refreshing "White Knight" William von Liwius. Stand here at absolute leisure, so relaxed that the Corsican soldiers bother. The atmosphere was excellent. So much so that you want to work as a subordinate while your enemies...

"Beautiful! Too beautiful! Beauty flashes!

The fact that everyone saw and pretended not to see a frantic man on the Arcadia side is a discount.

"Are you Lord William von Lewis? Behavior brilliantly stands and feels more than rumors"

Corsica's general bowed his head to William. Thank you very much.

"I sincerely appreciate your offer and your acceptance of this one. Thank you. On top of that, we get a victory from you!

And Corsica's general goes down, and a shadow springs from behind him all the time.

"Huh!?

A giant body beyond imagination. Too out of common sense. That instantly blew the 'White Knight' vibe. Physically large. That's all people get scared of.

"Goliath Ernahan, Warrior of the Kingdom of Corsica"

The same was true of this party, which was more than rumoured. Corsica has a man like a giant. There were rumors like that. But in the immensity in the realm of those who hear and imagine the rumors, you will feel exactly unimaginable and big once and twice.

"William von Liwius, Commander of the Second Army Corps of the Kingdom of Arcadia"

It's not a dimension where the atmosphere says something about it. The creatures are different.

No one suspected William. The iron trust showed sway. A situation in which even Angelm is out of time and losing words. I can also see Corsica coming up with a single hit. This is a confident hand. Probably the only and best hand Corsica can hit.

"I can see you're not an easy opponent. I can't afford this one either. Let me do my best."

It's not just big. I am mature as a samurai. There is an atmosphere as a general.

"Oh, I'd appreciate it if you would"

Goliath swirls the great axe. Raging whirlwind. The monster from which it originated strips the fighting spirit and heads to William. William stands soft without pulling out his sword.

"Come!"

The giant man made his move at an auspicious speed. Only William calmly stares at the movement as everyone stares stunnedly. If you're really unwrapping the human body, it's natural to be able to move just this much. Muscles produce strength, muscles produce velocity.

Power and speed types are not in conflict. It is something that can be reconciled in high dimensions. Power and speed produced by quality muscles, overwhelming acceleration.

"Num!"

A heavy blow crushes the enemy. If you hit it, though.

"That's Master William! Magnificent and elegant!

William had a big axe blow in his half as he put his hand on the pattern. One step, then pull your leg. That's all it takes to circumvent the body.

But Goliath's attacks don't stop at a blow. If you hit one, you can kill it. Even a blur is fatally wounded. Such a serial attack with intent to kill. There was no visible gap in the attack. There is not a single blow to the sweet attack. He is a monster with more than his previous reputation. I guess the physical abilities I was born with, as well as the workouts I've loaded, are considerable.

"If it were the birth of the Seven Kingdoms, not Corsica, Goliath would have eaten giant stars as well. That's all the potential. I insulted a small country, pay here!

All of William's dodges are paper heavy. One piece of skin flies fine. It is likely to be caught soon. A bunch of lethal attacks, no matter where they hit. Mass death pouring down.

"William! Take your time once! You're gonna die just like that!

A scream similar to the shruvian scream. Even the nearby Shrubia felt that the situation was unfavourable. The same is true of the others. But...

"... hey, that foot clap, the White Knight thing, was it moving?

"No, it's a move I don't remember. No, I've seen it somewhere, but it's not like William's move. It's like no. Too different."

"That's an odd encounter. I've seen it before, too.... I remember. It belongs to a family of swords."

"Huh!? Is that Osvalt's foot? Certainly similar. Similar but slightly different."

"It's not a move I can try to imitate. Everyone of us admired and everyone frustrated Osvalt's height. The phrase that imitated it, that you sublimated it to the original? It's not a level of genius, this place is."

I've known Gilberto since I was a young girl, two people who know Osvalt, so different William's moves than he ever had before. Get best results with minimal movement. It is the magnificent and wasteless footing that is the foundation of Osvalt.

"What's going on, Master William?

There are still zero clean hits while scratching the heavy blows of the already nearly twenty big axes. Little by little, others begin to see the anomaly of this situation.

In this critical situation, William was laughing.

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The sound of an iron blast echoed in Osvalt's mansion, its large garden. The man at its centre is Gilberto von Osvalt. Surrounded by Osvalt's family. Everyone has mastered Osvalt's sword, just a fair amount of hand work.

They cram into Gilberto all at once.

"Wow. Wow. Gilberto!

"It's obvious. Heh heh. Your brother is here today."

Beatrice, Carl and Gilberto's sister, was watching Gilberto's training.

You can even see room to strike a blow like a drain as you drain away when you rub through that crowd of hand trimmers. Gilberto was the only person standing last while surrounded by a large number. Zero bullets.

"Brilliant. Beautiful move, as always. I'm gonna fall in love with you."

"Not really. Again, if it's a multitude of opponents, the movement is dull. Not now."

Gilberto's supposed passing line of motion is probably far higher than Carl's supposed. A totally unsatisfied look represented the stokiness of a man who said Gilberto.

"I'm sorry, Master Gilberto. We can't even be practice benches."

"Never mind. He's done enough for me. Thank you for your hard work."

After the family returned to work, Gilberto and Carl, as well as three beatrices in nap mode, were taking a lunch break.

"And what's going on lately? Aren't we pushing too far in here for a month?

Carl was feeling strange about Gilberto these days. Indeed, both names have been integrated into the Third Army and their lives have continued to be distant from the actual battle. I don't even know what it's like to be in a hurry. So much so that Carl also carries a book of martial law so that he can study in between.

"... a man came to visit me. He and I are very bad friends. The man knows I don't like him, and he knows he doesn't admit it."

Sudden monologue. By the way, at this point Carl was guessing that 'A Man' was William. The opponents who fancy Gilberto in the first place are about William. Though there will be plenty of dislikes that I won't put in my mouth.

"After the war. Less than a few days back in Arkas, that guy kept his head down on me. Tell me the sword. He was badly injured. It's no surprise you're dead. And yet you tell me the sword, that's what I need right now, that's what I said."

Gilberto will look as if he chewed up a bitter bug.

"I said no. I don't have an in-laws to do that, he said. He didn't give up and went on like this. Then let's take a ride. I know you don't like me. Give me a chance to kill you. Instead, I see your sword. What about saying that if you survived, you could have learned? I've made a joke offer, etc."

Gilberto meditates his eyes.

"I got it. If you're telling me to kill you, I'm not a jerk. As you know, I show unmatched strength in a single hit. I overwhelmed him. He also engraved a letter vertically and a large wound in his belly. But he showed it to me alive. I didn't kill him before my obsession."

Carl squeaks his throat at. I thought it was about archery, and I was doing some dueling. You won't be out of hand about Gilberto. With all his might, willing to kill, he showed off Osvalt's sword.

"He went home satisfied. Thank you. He accomplished his purpose with his life. Just to see my sword once."

There is no reason to know what the flow is, but William survived. He learned it in the strongest of Osvalt's greatest masterpieces.

"I'm afraid of him. He's far less talented than I am, and less physically fit for a swordsman. It's not the right physique for warriors in the first place. But his obsession is so dramatic that it erases those inferior parts. The more you risk your life to learn one sword, the crazier it is."

Gilberto shook his body. That is not a samurai tremor. It is fear itself.

"A man who was supposed to run the shortest took a month off. Politically and commercially...... then there's only one thing he was grinding. The task of making Osvalt's sword his own, healing wounds. Bottom up the martial arts is the purpose. If so, it will never be cheap this past month."

Carl was at war. Facts to know for the first time. I thought I had finally taken a vacation from the crowd, and I had an intention to be there. He said he would just focus on the martial arts for a month.

"There is a huge difference in the pile between what geniuses are and what ordinary people are geniuses. He's a rare example of an ordinary man catching up with geniuses. You're more of a horrible monster than just a genius or something, that guy. A vast foundation, a vast pile, the height of which cannot be reached by just geniuses -"

The man is no longer a monster who eats even geniuses.

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Goliath was letting him out of breath. Already more than a hundred maneuvers, overlaid the attack. The man in front of him kept dodging everything. Without taking the sword, I just complete it with one leg. It was no longer obvious to anyone's eyes.

"Stupid, this, this can't be! Titans! Goliath is a talented star! And now it's like..."

I don't know which one is the monster. William hasn't even pulled out his sword yet.

"You monster. You're still a genius. In the Seven Kingdoms, I only became an Inhuman."

William snorted. Because the man in front of you is saying things that are off. William is the genius, William is the monster, he makes me laugh. If you're truly a monster, if you're truly a genius, you're as relaxed and proper as you are. I can't do that, so I'm moving forward in a crazy way.

(You guys are really, really lazy. Monster)

William...

"Let's declare. In the next hand, you will die."

Released the Proclamation of Death. The faces of the Corsican soldiers stain with despair.

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Goliath can't move. Breathing is disturbed. There were too big walls. How much meat is stuck in that little body? How much fruit is packed? I wasn't neglecting to train myself. I was brushing my arms for my country. I wasn't proud of you as a genius. I was trying.

"What's up? You're not coming?

There is no gap in William standing. Probably just the same result as the emptiness that extends to the lily ahead, even if you're heading for it. And under a sword with a plucked blade, I see a future to be truncated.

Then let's get out of here.

William unravels the structure and moves forward slowly. Goliath falls back under barometric pressure. Twitch, twitch, unpleasant sweat conveys the forehead. Sweat drips from your palms.

"Warrior Chief! Please, please, the future of my country!

A sad voice gushing from behind Goliath. Wishes squeezed out by the weak.

For Goliath, my country, which embraced itself like a monster, is heavier than life. My men admired me for who I am unlike others. It is only by protecting them that he is the warrior chief of Corsica. Corsica's "Titans" were warriors because they accepted themselves.

"Wowwwwww!"

The roar blows the color of defeat. The weight of life you keep on your back. You are exciting yourself as a general. I may be inferior to myself as a monster. But as a general, you can't break as a guardian.

I'll take care of my country!

The color of my eyes changed. Step forward, move forward. Goliath reconfirms the handle of the great axe. Indulge in whether that step is right. It reminds me of the foundations of my forgotten training. The path you have taken, the time you have wagered on your training, is by no means inferior to the White Knight.

"Nice eye. That's fine. That's what makes it worth eating. If I could, I would have liked to taste it in a little while."

William also moves on his feet unconstitutionally. Goliath steps by step, too, and the distance between the two shrinks.

A collection of talents and training. A single strike is competing for its height.

Each other's bodies entered into each other's midst. The first thing you do is...

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Victoria and Wilhelmina were dressed next to Marianne sleeping easily. A luxurious dress with a large wheel of luxury floating around. Call it "Sa, the size." "Patience!" He wears it painfully.

"... you get fat because you keep playing in the villa"

"... William's gonna eat a lot, so I'm gonna stick around and imitate it."

Wilhelmina sighs in the frigid wind. "Eh heh," he smacked Victoria's head pompously with his usual smile.

"Didn't you lose that man for that matter?

Victoria erupts into Wilhelmina's words.

"Haha, I don't have that. Wherever you go, whatever you do, it's William who does what he has to do. Even though it's really a snack, I eat more rice than anyone else, and even though the wound hurts and I can't help it, my daily special training is essential."

Victoria remembers. Have a great day at the villa. The most colored, full sight of my life to date. Of those, I remember my favorite scene.

I watch every day. Someone I love sparkles the most, the coolest part. I'm the only one watching. The happiness that is monopolizing this time becomes very fulfilling. I'm sure 'that girl' thought so, too.

It's already been two weeks since William and I came to the villa. We took a bath together, practiced dance and instruments, did a lot of things, but I think 'this time' is probably the longest and most painful.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha"

All the time William only moves his legs. Of course, I have a menu to work out my upper body individually, but the majority of them were just doing this exercise, carving out steps that I don't really know for a long time every day.

The blue lawn was bald and all brown when I noticed it. The footprints overlap too much to know where they've moved anymore. Many of William's sweats spill over into the earth. It's like most of the water I drank is dropped here.

I dropped my eyes on my own day watch. It is time. I'll be ready and in time.

William, take a break.

"Ha!... that's the time. I'm sorry, it's my turn to do time every day. You must be bored.

"Wow. Yes, the water and the salt boiled birds the neighborhood hunter picked up yesterday"

"Thank you, Victoria"

Drink half of the water filled in the bucket at once, "buzz" and raise a pleasant voice before crunching the bird's meat. It was written in Sparty's textbook that meals shortly after exercise make the body bigger.

"Hey, why do you keep moving your legs every day? And it's just a little different every day."

The question is that I can tell anyway. I don't really want to know either. I just wanted a take on the story. William doesn't tell us much about martial arts.

But that day, you were tired and relaxed because I dated every day.

"Yeah, I guess so."

He showed me an atmosphere that seemed like he was going to talk to me. That is good.

"I'm at a stage where I'm searching for a better foot shape by successfully reconciling the movement I stole from the guy who gave me the newest chest wound with my previous movements"

I'm not sure what you're talking about, but I was surprised by that big wound for now. And it came to pass, before he came here, that his liver was cold when he returned in the midst of Arcas, bloody.

"Stealing was a better move on the part of that person, right? I wish I could imitate it as it is. I would."

"If you can imitate it all, you won't have a hard time. There were many parts of the movement that were very reasonable and informative. But there was also a lot of nature. I can't imitate that. Same goes for the hangover I practice well. Imitating that original doesn't do much good. Reference parts and parts that don't, if you have to capture them separately, you can't even get to the imitation level."

William smiled bitterly when he saw me pompous.

"Even confectionery making would go in from imitation and get your own color out of it, wouldn't it? That's how it should produce the original. It's the same."

I see! And I punched my hand. Very easy to understand.

"He has his, I have my best answer. They're all different bodies. Making the same move as everyone else is a good move and not the best. It's the best thing I can do."

It is very uplifting. It's still cool while my beloved. I also explore new recipes in my head that I can't lose. I have no idea what the best treat is.

"I have to use my head to try. Even monkeys can do it if they just wave their swords. Even imitating people would do a geisha monkey, wouldn't they? If you're human, you should go ahead. end-of-trial and error endeavors, because I'm sure that won't betray"

The last part felt like I was telling myself. I guess I don't feel confident about that part. Because William hasn't reached his best yet. Because I just have to move on believing that I won't betray you. Very, very impressive, I think.

"The break is over. Get some rest, too."

William gets up and carves the steps in the same way again. But after I heard that story, I figured it out. There's not one thing in that movement that's the same, and it's taking a little bit longer to find the best.

The process could be a long way off. I think it's a shortcut to imitate it. But William's craving isn't an easy shortcut. It's the hardest way to get to the highest heights. William runs on an endless and gutsy path.

"Good luck, William"

I like this view best. I'm sure William will show off one color of hard work and show off his accomplishments when he finishes this month. Some people may clean that up with genius. 'Cause William doesn't try to make this look like anyone else.

Happy at this hour now. The person you love monopolizes the coolest looks. You can fully enjoy the luxury. Two more weeks, I won't waste a single hour. Burn it all in your eyes. I swear to my heart - I would have slept in bed if I had noticed.

"Shit. I was confused and I fell asleep."

I'm hardly likely to live by stoke.

Paranoia disappeared when I was able to tighten up the corset string all the time. "Ghee!?" and the fistbones of Wilhelmina fly as something springs up that is roughly a lady's and not a good voice.

"Absolutely. We can stop by the ceremony. That's good."

"Huh. Come on, sister."

The unconscious reply further took the form of firewood on Wilhelmina's anger.

"You're really missing it. Someone who will be my husband is going to the battlefield, so be quiet. You could die."

"Mm-hmm, but it's okay. It's William."

Victoria has no doubt about the safety of the man who will become her husband. Because I'm sure no one continues to make the right effort more than he does. Because there can't be anyone who wants or wants the best more than him.

I'm sure it's all right.

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Goliath. A mould derived from past training, from the collection of efforts you have built. A blow to which I added my talent. A first-degree attack that spawned a giant star talent and irresistible effort. Slash from the top. Heavy hits strike William for maximum best weight.

"Brilliant. This ride finally made sense."

William also watches the movement again before moving. Goliath decides it's too late. I can't deal with it in my movements since I saw it. The best blow because I won't let it. An irresistible effort, the foundation of the foundation that Corsica will all experience.

"It's over! White Knight Y!

William's move overtook it.

"Tso!?

Gray hair dances in one room. Part of the mask is sharpened. The clothes, the skins, but...

Evade. A slice of thin skin is cut, but the body is safe. half-body and takes a step further. It is no longer in the realm of the 'Titans'. Little one, it is the realm of the 'knight'.

"Eyes on. The best yet is far, immature. Now -"

Half body, axial feet that reduce twisting enough to scrape the earth. A flash of brilliance, the white blade was seen only for a moment, only in Goliath's eyes before reaching the fastest. The acceleration to its place is invisible in the body and sheath, and the fastest is the speed that goes unnoticed.

"- Just genius is already far away. Fallen, giant."

It just seemed wrong to many eyes. William pulled out his sword, too. I can't tell it by the direction I see it. The extent to which it can be seen that it has finally been pulled out in Angelm, Gregor and Sülvia. The fastest point is, you don't even see it.

William's presence was further developing than when he showed it to his Wolfe counterparts. Far from Ferrin's stunt, the slaughter, which incorporates Osvalt's foot shape, is only a little better than the previous one. This is what this step is all about.

William puts his sword in the sheath. On its white blade, without a drop of red.

"Ku, ha, what are ordinary people. More than a monster like me."

Goliath's body deviates. A line that runs to a single letter. Along with it, the giant's body slips off. Beautiful fat muscle, looking too beautiful in death. The blood that William turns around and finally erupts. This is the way to go.

"Come on, let's go with postwar processing."

Confirming the death of Goliath, William turns to the generals of Corsica. They embraced the defeat flatly and quietly broke their knees.

And a nation fell lightly.