Tower of Karma

The scraping sound of steel echoes as it cleaves the storm. The bimuscular sword, which collides with terrible speed and weight, overlaps multiple times with gaggling and deafening sounds. The force is Kyle, the speed is William, and the two forces are quite antagonistic.

"How come you always go the opposite of happiness!?

William slaps Kyle's sword from side to side. Keep kicking the wall and turning behind in the smallest motion. William even puts the momentum of movement on his sword. There is no waste. Power, skill, terrain, and flow. I'm trying to catch up to the strongest using everything.

"What you call happiness is a compromise. I don't want that!

It's talent that outweighs even that. In line with the out-of-the-way reaction speed and one-on-one experience, and the answer it gave, he showed the attack behind him without seeing the target's attack. Born in a moment, a gap like the tip of a needle. That's where Kyle kicks in.

"What's wrong with compromise! Is it that bad to live with the three of us!?

William also let go of the kick from his incomplete posture again. This is not a motion for attack. It is a kick to attenuate Kyle's kick and take the distance with that momentum.

William does not lose his icy calm in any predicament.

"It's not a bad thing. But not completely!

William flies to the roof of a private house floating in the air. Kyle also used another step to climb up. It doesn't feel very powerful.

"There is nothing complete in this world. Why can't you understand that?

Stay on the roof. They dance. Powerful, yet delicate. Naturally no one-handed mistake is tolerated more than the strength of both is antagonistic to the side. And neither of us expected the other's mistake. Then make a mistake. You have to break the other guy.

"He says that's unforgivable!

Dance, dance. The movement in the plane stands entirely on top of Kyle. But William also has minutes to fight in 3D using the land. Crouching, jumping, flying from roof to roof, taking distance to create room for creativity. This is all I do and finally reciprocate.

"The complete thing you seek is something you'll never get again!

After all, the world is not equal. But not so much that I can't help it.

Previously on William, there wasn't even room for creativity to interrupt against Kyle. There was so much difference in power that it wasn't even a battle. It is now that battles have been fought and even fought against each other.

"Not really. I got enough love to fill the void that I lost my sister. You know what I mean? I got an exception for you guys. I can't turn it into anything, my love!

William and Kyle take the liberty of knowing. Walk while fighting Arkas. Normally I can't even think of such outrages, but today is a stormy day when no one comes out. Snowflake rain turns off their sounds. It deludes me even if I can't erase it.

"Filled!

William scratches Kyle's onslaught and cuts it up from the bottom. Kyle jumped it back and stepped down the alley from the roof.

"Filled, filled, filled, filled. Ah!

William kicks the wall once, twice, and manipulates the landing point. Kyle's blind spot to another. The assassin also makes Kyle's point with a surprising super manoeuvre. The first blind spot was devoured, and the second was completely overtaken.

"If it's filled..."

So Kyle didn't dare prevent it, he didn't avoid it.

"-So, yeh, that's good. Gah!

We have launched an attack. William's blow naturally goes in. But Kyle's blow also captured William's body. Blood dances between the two. So I stuffed them both in between without taking a distance. And a continuous attack with apnea that can be played. They hit each other with a blade in an area where they are not even allowed to breathe. With minimal motion, flex, and still blood dances.

"That's why I took it! I took my love away from me!

Kyle's blow protrudes deeply into William's body. I had a response. Now...

"I was born that day from the despair that took away my sister. That dumb, weak, quitty kid got hungry and thirsty and changed. Yesterday, I changed again."

Instead of retreating to pull out the stabbed sword, William chose just to move forward. I don't think about protecting it. There was a beast full of hunger and thirst that just attacked and took away.

"Just like that day, this time I took my love away with my own hands. I threw away what I asked for and chose the king of fiction I should be! That's me. Ahhh!

Spread the blood. Forward. Forward, forward, forward, keep going like crazy. I won't allow you to stop. I need a reason to stop. There is no reason for me to stop now. Stop. The road to happiness is already on the other side.

Proceed, fall, to the end of the world.

"I hate the world, the times, this country. I will destroy everything I bear with you!

The thing you carry, it's no longer something you can't take back in this world. Looking back, I was able to make my way to the trail I was pushing for. I didn't mean it. At first, vengeance, unlimited upliftment as it grew, that is, desire only drove itself. I'm not willing to make it clean. I pushed for myself only.

But it's a little different now. The path of birth, a bunch of fools walking there. There were real fools who trusted men like themselves. It is their lives to bear, those who are here now, and the deceased now - if they say that they will devour their lives, then what will they produce at that price?

"If you can do something, do it, best friend!

Things commensurate with huge lives, if you're serious about it, the crowd has to be thrown away. We must transcend men, transcend beasts, be equal to God and become beings. Not even a king is enough. To the king in the king - that's the man's starting line.

The king stands alone at the top. Thou shalt not be present, such as those that accompany thee, such as those that stand alongside thee.

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Favela was in a complicated mood. The other day, when I was at Kyle's house, I spilled that Kyle was going to marry William Poirot. Favela is the first ear. He didn't hear it from Kyle himself either. Kyle seemed happy, but as a favela, he was frightened by the time of the three that would be even less.

At the same time, I know how Kyle feels. It is a very good thing, my best friend, who is finally trying to settle down in a good direction. Favela also felt Al's danger. "Weakness" I liked Favela and "Strength" I liked. Because the two kept shaking.

Al, who has been inclined to 'strength' since that day, says he's getting married. There is no reason for Favela to know which way it leaned, but somehow in a peek at the recent routine (which is Favela's routine), he felt good to see Al's 'weakness'.

To say that it was not ourselves who spared no effort to draw it out.

"He's the one who hardens himself. He must be a good kid. That's as good as that guy."

As Favela observed, the opponent was an idiot face that looked nothing like that guy. It is more devastating than a favela with a good amount of equipment but no common sense. Even the eyes of third parties don't know what to do next. You know, Al's always been swayed.

"Good boy, I admit it. Probably compatible. I don't mind admitting a single piece of hair. Disgruntled, though."

I had that conversation only a few days ago. It's a very critical situation for the three of us to fade, but if you're happy you finally grabbed it, I want you to enjoy it.

Yes, I thought so.

"... Huh?

When the snowflake turned into complete snow, Favera, having finished her work, doubted her ears for the words her companions had unleashed. That 's--

"I hear William Lewius' fiancée was killed. That man and the Gripper are dead."

"Is Vlad the Gripping Demon anyway?"

"They put out everything in an assassination guild outfit. I'm talking about getting it out to" The Ghost Killer. "

"... that's all that makes him move..."

Favela ran out before she finished listening. We don't have time for our people to stop, we disappear into the blistering snow. My fiancée is dead, that fact alone deserves surprise.

Al feared loss more than anyone else. That's why no one was trying to nostalgic it. From the beginning, the two people in nostalgia kept away and avoided the pain of loss. The person that Al accepted, maybe Al, should do everything he can to protect him. If you're trying to avoid that pain...

But when her fiancée dies, and she connects the two masterminds that can move the entire assassination guild, it becomes the 'end' that Favera feared most. Favela shook her head. That's a misunderstanding, and I'm sure you must be grieving me now, and I need to look at the gaps and comfort you and Kyle, and now it's time for the three of us to share the pain...

Favela runs through the white world at full speed.

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It was easy for Favela to get to the spot. The 'Windcat' ears aren't boring enough to miss hearing that, full of sounding roars, too heavy, even in the storm. Citizens will also be hearing. But none of them show their faces. We all know by our senses. Survival instincts frighten me. Compete between the two monsters.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Kyle slashed it. Blood dances. Favera finds out it's not the usual training that it's not a play.

"Kairru!"

Al slashed it. Spraying red. Causing Kyle the same amount of damage as himself. I mean, Al finally caught up with Kyle. It will also be a signal of the end.

"No more, no more"

I can't reach my voice. The two Shura wave a blade to kill their best friend. One is for a friend, and one is putting his true intent to kill on the blade because of himself.

Favera understood in an instant. I can't reach my voice. What they're hanging on is life itself. It can't even arrive unless it's something with that weight on it. So...

Favela ran out. I knew I had always been on the outside. We both cared about ourselves - that hurt so much. That's why that day, when Al relied on him, became a special occasion for Favela as well. I'm two friends, too, because I felt like I could say so with my chest up.

"Favela!?

It was almost simultaneous that I noticed. Kyle was the one whose sword dulled at the figure of his loved one, trying to break in between them. And Al, no, William - he goes straight into the slash. What look William had on his face, that doesn't look like Kyle. Perhaps only Favela, who was still about to be slashed, watched.

Kyle's physical sensation stopped time. For the first time a bond between the three I believed somewhere, something I didn't think would shake. I'll stop Al's path for Al. Even the thought blew up, and all I had left was...

Pure killing intent.

Wave of intent to explode. Overwhelmingly preceded, overshadowing even the principles of the sword, which would almost certainly break Favera, the incarnation of the god of war, the apex of a creature called man, the very irrationality of the world -

"Heh!

The moment William's sword touched Favera's body, the shock ran as if to crush his wrist. Surprise strikes William before pain. The sword was played and what you see over Favera is the 'strongest' with real fangs stripped.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

Pushing Favela aside, Kyle ramps on in such a distorted manner that he shows his gums. Fresh saliva is overflowing with intent to kill. Its speed totally outweighed even Wolfe's nature. And power is the true strongest beyond the special of Strakles.

No moulds, no shit. A sword that just wields an iron stick, so it's the strongest. The truthfulness of a monster whose fangs were laying low, without anyone to compare. He leaves himself to the will to kill and waves his sword as his nature goes. There is no room for clever craftsmanship.

Continuous attack. Superior posture, superior posture. The 'take', which should be determined without so much difference in force, does not make sense. A blow, a blow that strikes in without worrying about taking it, plays a devastating sound. Not even while you're breathing. Instead of a breath, even blinking can lead to instant death.

(I've seen the world and I assure you. You're the strongest, Kyle)

Violence, not force, a storm of violence involves William. The realm of unacceptable monsters where no one enters. There can't be a dwarf in this.

"A, L, you, how dare you favela! Kill him, we'll do it, we'll do what we want!

Kyle was furious. From the frame of those who believed, those to protect, Al went outside at his own choice. I let him choose without hesitation the behavior of a complete proof of separation turning down his friends. My thoughts and those of Favela were all trampled upon.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaa!

Kyle's roar. Swing your sword like crazy. All of that is a blow special.

William laughs before the storm of violence. I am proud of this beauty. Be the strongest when your own friends get serious. It all wields or doesn't use to protect what's important. I am proud of its appearance, which I did not adhere to the strongest and became the strongest to protect.

(How far does a person's shallow wisdom go before this monster? I'll try!)

William dares to loosen the receptacle and blow it backwards. Keep earning distance and making between thoughts. In the blink of an eye, I assemble in my head how to fight at once. From previous experience, from the technology we have met, we hit the target with the optimal solution. That's why I spit out everything I can now because I'm an unwavering monster opponent.

William uses the untouched realm of ten percent of everyone in this world and the skill of others, beginning with Osvalt's footsteps, to sublime himself to moves, to challenge monsters beyond humanity. your efforts are pointing in the right direction or to make sure that

I spit everything out.

Coming in from Ferrin's sword extraction technique, a series of attacks utilizing his mobility at the foot. The opponent's attacks are avoided whenever possible, and if they cannot be dealt with, reduce the opponent's departure and reduce his power by half. Combinations were made. All we have to do is answer each other.

As a result...

Everything was smashed. It's not like I'm not getting through. For a little while in time, it is better to have. Still intolerable was caused by a lack of physical strength. Originally poor, this body, made as big as possible by effort, was not enough for the real one.

William can only laugh. This is not enough. William reaffirms that God is truly unequal. The frontier where I could have lost my love twice, the effort and skill that I have built up over my lifetime. All of them turned into blisters.

William sees a hand that has lost so much grip that he can't hold the sword. I see myself on my knees naturally dropped just because I can't stand it. Know helplessness before overwhelming violence.

(No, for less than a minute, what you squeeze is a harvest. Let's rebuild our bodies from scratch again. We need to make this weak body even tougher)

Kyle pointed a blade at its neck so as to block William's thought.

"... why didn't you stop the blade then?

"There's no reason to stop it. If I had killed you, Favela would have been next. I told you. I'm not leaving any exceptions. It saved me a lot of trouble getting rid of the second person, that's all."

There was force in Kyle's hand. William doesn't move with his neck offered. I can't get my hands up and my feet aren't functioning properly. There was no way to survive in this situation.

"If you want to stop me, there's no other way than to kill me."

Kyle swung his sword up the upper level. All we have to do is put it down, and that's all we've built up to here. Lose everything. William kept smiling and still wouldn't move.

"Why, why is this happening!? What are you doing?

Kyle's hand was shaking. The effect of anger has already disappeared.

"It's just, it's just two days. So this zama...... that's funny, right? I keep regretting this moment right now while I take it from myself. Every time I regret it, the heat goes out of the world. It's cold in here and nobody's here. Kyle, one last favor."

Still, it should be noted that Kyle made up his mind to look Al in the eye. Even now it's too late. I should have done this sooner if it were true. I'm sure Al won't show weakness like he does today if he's going to live beyond this. There's no way I'm going to send you a sight to beg for death.

The gaze I only point at Kyle, because I'm the exception, because I'm my best friend, Al gets sweet somewhere in his heart. This promise was the only weakness Al showed, his trust in Kyle, and his sweetness for Kyle. While the sweetness is as good as the shards...

"It's cold, Kyle."

"Oh, well done. Don't look like it...... best friend!

Kyle swings his sword down. To friendship, to trust, to sweetness, to reward.