Tower of Karma

Ostberg screams, Arcadia shuts up. Everyone saw something he couldn't believe. A marching horse and a human has collided and a human has won. I didn't do anything about it. There wasn't any fine work. I just pushed back the power of the clash with force.

Organisms are no longer the same. Monsters beyond people's knowledge.

"Long live Strakles! Long live Ostberg!

As Strakles moves one step further, Arcadia's overall will to fight diminishes. A heavy step, the sound of stepping in has power. Walking in a way that determines the earth, the giant body of black gold marches down the English road.

"Come on, kid."

Black gold speeds up the walk. One by one, make sure you increase your speed.

"To, I have to run"

Someone said. There's no way humans can beat monsters. He said he had to wrap his tail around it and run away. They remembered. It hasn't even been a long time since that day. He said he lost the Admiral and was temporarily attacked as far as Oldengard. They had forgotten.

Victory was intoxicating them. I reached this point with drunken momentum. When I saw Strakless, I saw the price, and I was drunk.

"Huh, Ma, it's only gonna be like that."

But the intoxicated Ten himself, only the conductor, the shepherd, who led them,

"Everything I've ever had, I'm gonna spit it out here"

I kept the will to fight. Giant opponent, I don't think there's an 'absolute' there. Win, lose, there is no 'absolute'.

"Come on, let's fall"

The masked knight dressed in silver moved loosely. Black gold rushing in. Its weight, its destructiveness, its highest speed, none of it is in the realm of man. There is a roof where the ordinary man will never reach. There is a heaven where no man can reach no matter how hard he carves.

I wanted to be like you and Kyle.

The White Knight did his hand on the pattern. A relaxing walk ahead of the rushing black gold.

(But I can't be. I wasn't chosen by God, I'm an ordinary man. Bye)

The monster is coming. Death is imminent. Even the most powerful monsters in the entire organism present on earth - come.

When it comes to what I can do...

A fleshy monster. He waved down the great sword, with the force of flesh and bones, and then even the earth. A bursting roar. Rising dust.

(You'll have to throw it away, everything)

Avoid large mass iron masses with a single piece of paper. Stepping forward, stepping into the dead and gaining a livelihood. The White Knight's sword captured black steel much faster than the Great Sword's filling speed. A blade intended for armor joints is deflected from aim and inhibited by thick steel due to Strakless's super-reaction.

"Oh, do it."

None of the opponents have survived or fought back in this place where their realm, their strongest, becomes their best. Moreover, it damaged the black steel supporting Ostberg's heavy-duty cavalry. Sharp scars, if you touched the meat, it comes to your attention that you break each bone.

Even though he's heavily equipped, Strakless responds to William's sword with an irregular reaction speed, instantaneous force. In force, of course, even speed is losing. None of the elements William beat in physical ability. A clear difference that seemed painful on the horse was the form that was exposed in the ground battle.

"More... Fall"

And yet...

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"An advantage. Slow down. That kid is amazing!

Gustav is stunned to see the battlefield, its center, where both enemies and allies are gradually losing their movement. Struckles is strong from Gustav's eyes. The difference as an organism, too far away from the outside, is naturally too strong. William is crossing paths with someone like that for some reason. Rather, it even seemed advantageous.

"Right. I can even remember how touched you are."

Jan had a strange look, different from her usual expression.

"I don't exaggerate to be impressed... but it's amazing."

Gustav had a heartbeat. Gustav felt like he knew the look of the man in front of him. When was that, a long time ago?

"There's no reason not to be impressed. He was not blessed with talent. I don't have a big body, and I'm not particularly agile. Five bodies without talent, even that much work out should be praised"

Jan's narrative was subtle and somewhere gentle.

"I put technology on a body that worked out to its limits. It's not just technology. I have the knowledge I have collected in every way, and on top of that, I have the practice of trial and error, that technology at its end, the sword. There's a beauty in his sword moves that only he can put out."

"Wow, I think Osvalt or your sword would be better. Isn't it gorgeous?"

"Whatever I am, Osvalt's sword and William's sword are opposite polarities. It's the same thing we want strength from each other. But it's very different whether we want anything but strength or just strength. William, your sword puts only strength, only function. There is no jewelry brilliance there. There are no decorations that attract people. One is a sword with an unadorned body that has thoroughly avoided waste. But you can kill it so bad. See, there's another good one in there."

Two sword-wielding people in the center of a stationary battlefield. One strikes with a force to the point of violence. I'm winning with power, speed, and fundamentals. And yet now, it's the other one who put the blow in again. Inferior in power, inferior in speed, even though he is losing at the root, he exchanges iron slaughter.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

"His beauty is functional beauty. It's not just the sword. Lives specialize in function. He is the one who stuck with the function that people are supposedly superior to and thoroughly omitted waste. There are no ordinary people, no geniuses, no shit there. Do it or not, that's all. That's all, so no one gets there."

The Great Sword of Strakless, William the White Knight who scratches and sometimes recieves its devastating blow and keeps walking with Mr. Ensign a storm of violence. A sword that looks useless and possibly even clerical. I don't have the sparkle of nature. It's not the same move that a genius would make.

Many of the geniuses flew ten steps up the stairs. Hideyoshi flies five steps, even the slightly clever one flies about two steps. William had clumsy sexual roots. One step at a time, I don't feel comfortable without clearly pinpointing the meaning. It was too late to remember. Remembering the sword, remembering the letters, was slower and poorer than anyone else at first. That's why William can explain one step at a time. Now that it's stacked, the speed and accuracy of pulling it out of its place is faster than anyone else's.

"Fear is wasted, body reflexes are wasted, so I can step in. I can't go wrong with a single hand before death. Start your best hand faster than anyone else and output it without wasting it. He's stronger. He is the one who can be made of every human being, of every genius, but not of every human being"

Meet if necessary. Use that recoil to turn into an attack. There is no waste. There is no gap. If I noticed, William was holding the pace. Still, the place is dead. A world where death awaits with a moment of alarm. Still no sign of William rocking.

"I got stronger. Far gone. Monsters beyond people and monsters who abandoned people. Both are equally monstrous."

Everyone was watching that. Fight the monsters. If I noticed, I would have even stopped my voice. Nobody opens their mouth, nobody even tries to move. Everyone's gaze converges to just one point.

"Which is stronger?

"We're going to decide that now."

The battle of monsters continues on a stationary battlefield.

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For Strakles, the opponent in front of him was a strange being. Not enough strength, not enough body, not enough talent to make up for them, and technology doesn't look as strong as it is overall, even if it is higher than anyone else. But now I am antagonized, and even my eyelashes are taken advantage.

(See only. In this sword attack, he steps into me with fear, reflexes, even blinking. I guess the strength of my heart is better than anything I know. Don't get your hands wrong)

This place is a dead place. A world where a deadly sword strike blows like a storm if you hit it. Always staring at those where death lies and dwells. Strakless and no exception. Protected by thick armor, but the opponent is a man of the highest skill and supreme sword. If you stay alert, you die.

(Still don't feel like losing!)

Best hand streak. Avoidance of a piece of paper. I gathered all sorts of magical theories, and I stuck my theories. Greedy, he continued to make the right effort to reach heights, even in mud. That is William now. I make up for what is missing at the extremes of technology with my heart.

Exactly perfect. But the strongest laugh.

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Seeing William's perfection, Angelm's heart was not calm. Step into an opponent you couldn't even step into the realm and gain an advantage. I make up for the lack of strength with my heart. Mind-mover, if you look at the three elements, it is undoubtedly the highest samurai in the world.

(back, far)

If Strakles was the opponent, if Gilberto or Wolfe was the opponent, he could have given up. It's not like me. He also made excuses that he was blessed with talent and that he was chosen by God. But - William, that excuse doesn't make sense to your opponent.

(Even I'm making an effort. Never missing)

I didn't lack the effort for a day. I know it's Angelum. That's no excuse. William always said. He said it was natural to continue the effort, and that it was the effort to continue scrutinizing the contents of the effort that was crucial.

Keep working hard and hard and hard. Think, think, keep thinking. Buried in the sea of thought, spinning it full four or six times without a single moment or rest of its head, and constantly practicing it. The strength of the mind is a kind of talent. Angelm is a diligent man. Born serious, brilliant talent is a man of effort that elevated him to the first tier, even if he didn't have it.

Still, this back says. Not enough, he said.

(You are a cruel man. Catch up, overtake, and the curse words you've heard a lot lately. That's what you're saying, even though you can't even stop a step. That's what you say to everyone. Aim for perfection in everything you need, discipline yourself and be thorough in your efforts. Do that for granted. It's cruel, you don't know, you don't)

Much of this place will stare at talentless geniuses as they admire it. It's what I want to be, and I'm attracted to gravity with a twitch. But for those who are serious about pursuing them, their backs only give them despair.

(I admired that moonlight back. sophisticated setup without waste, because the lukewarmly scented madness was a lunatic of my kind and I saw ahead of my aim)

I was attracted to gathering cloudy stories. The thought burst at the promotion ceremony.

(There was definitely madness in you then. There was an atmosphere of cruelty and legitimate means, like taking the former if we were to achieve the same result. Not now. No, after that dumb bitch died, it turned out to be true. The part where I was feeling sympathetic, even in vain, you're cutting it off. And I can see... perfection. I can't make it, but I can see it)

William's completion was far beyond what Angelum wanted. The way I wanted to be, the madness that floats in that moonlight is cut off for nothing. That if the result is that perfect, then it is the right thing to do.

I mean, you're making a fundamental mistake, and your back speaks eloquently. The distortion I had from the moment I was born, I'm sure William got it acquired and later truncated it. I can't imitate it. If I do that, I'll lose myself.

I couldn't have stepped out that way. I didn't take the choice of painful change. I didn't do anything against my natural temperament. Its place is the ceiling of Angelm.

The battle follows the path of heating, approximating the confusion of Angelm.

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William was feeling his own advantage. Of course there is no alarm whatsoever. It's still far from perfect for me. The sword's twister passes through his cheek. about a centimetre clearance left there, breaking it as futile. It's a centimeter to shrink. Sharpen next, bring it closer to perfection, only that thought dominates William. I am far from perfecting one of my current moves, and I can't tell you if my mouth is torn with my best hand, etc. Its harshness accelerates William even further.

(Deliver to my ideals and you can outdo them. More, more sharpening. Deep, wide, fast!)

Undecorative sword. Keep pursuing the function of sharp, sharpened and slashed. Sharper, thinner, silver blades cut off black gold.

(Response, yes, yes)

What it conveys is the feel of meat. Sharpen and sharpen, rip and rip, finally a sprouting winning chance. Strakless goes into the next motion without shaking. He was making 'for' to the left toward William. The Great Buckthorn is coming. Scratch this and sharpen it even further. There is no alarm.

Deactivate with minimal and inflict a microscopic, effective hit.

How'd you do? Now I'm not inclined to win the kid all at once. Gaha, roll, burn, I waited for these situations)

William was in the dodging motion. This onion is undecided. After many attempts, I came to the conclusion that I was not the one to decide on luck or even occasionally. Then it is unlikely what to do, sit down and wait for defeat, etc. Winning is the giant, victory is the great general.

Strakles loosened his power. The product falls out of my hand. William still doesn't notice. It's natural because you're acting at an angle that you don't realize. Not everything can be foreseen how perfect.

"They showed me something interesting. Thank you."

"... ugh!?

William realizes. But it's too late. The smallest evasive move, looking at the next attack, was at the same time depriving us of room now. Strakles let go of his sword, which bewitched the iron mass. Unhanded heroes wave their iron fists as if they were gluttonous from the temple of the Great Ganoderma.

between waving a giant sword. That will be lost. Increased attack speed due to overwhelming lightening. The General will not let go of his sword. The assumption made this fatal.

"Take it!

"Go, ha."

A heavy black gold strike captured the belly of the white knight. Fist enters. flank playing an unpleasant sound. The sensation of the left half of the body flies. Consciousness was also blacked out for a moment and slapped to the ground the next moment. Body bouncing around like a joke. I can't breathe. Heavy pain rushes around your whole body.

You don't mean cowardly.

William stood up immediately. I can't change one expression. Its guts and brilliance.

"We're gonna mess it up, all of it!

But it's a strapless penetration. Quickly. Patience is blown away. Even the rougher Strakless sword than earlier can't be properly swept away and exposes it to an unusual appearance. When I saw him spit and roll around my blood, my surroundings knew the perfect end of it.

"Perfect, collapse"

Precision perfection, collapse away due to monster ambush.