Tower of Karma

On this day, the sunny early morning cheer was a storm of lies. The thunderous sounds roar, and the heavens are covered in thick clouds. A rough rainstorm on the ground takes away the speed and forms a dull, bloody wet battlefield. Today was never a battlefield dominated by the Black Mercenaries. I had that opinion, which should be tomorrow, not today.

But Wolfe chose today. If it had to be today, Wolfe's intuition would have captured the current. In fact, two obstacles would have been attached later but the next day, that information would have reached the battlefield, and both factions would have created a reason to avoid a showdown here.

That's only 'what if'. There was no 'maybe' in history, and history was always at the source of one stream. Same here, chose to fight even at a disadvantage. He chose the showdown, even in his predicament. The price is...

"Get out of my way! Crush it, kid!

Dino Sid Campeador, a fierce man who has two names: 'fierce' and is called closer to El Sid than anyone else. Young Joon-young, Ulysses of Leonvern, face to face. Never weak. Anatol and I have come to play good battles these days.

"Ah, but"

Still doesn't get to antagonize with Dino on the battlefield. I was crushed by an overweight stone axe as if it were broken, and I couldn't find the weight of the blow and the rotational speed that was not commensurate with it before winning. Alone, you can't win.

"Chi, I'm gonna help you now!

Marsus heads to Dino, the lineage of Yingjie proud of Nedeluxe. Next door is also lined up Amelia, the future vice-general of the Three Kings. How 'intense' would it be if Marsus turned to the Great Sword, Amelia to the Short Spear, the Ulysses' long sword that was overwhelmed but still had not vanished of his will?

"Help? Temeer and the others? Gaha, I've been screwed for a long time."

One wave, just one wave, and Malthus realized the difference in level. Even myself, who summed up his father's concession giant body, talent and effort in a high dimension, is blown away by a single blow. I didn't fly because my neighbor Amelia pulled a horse over to support me. I would have died at this point if I had made it on my own.

"Baba, Kaganomye!

Powerfulness, as if to recall the late father, and ferocity. A man like a beast had fangs pointed at himself. inferior in force and inferior in moves. Still, there's no way out of here.

"You're not dead yet, either!

"Hang on to Nedeluxe pride, come!

Ulysses, Amelia doesn't fade into morale either. Dino, let's go. their straightness. I wanted to lend you my breasts in the usual way. If it was a normal battle, I could have played for you so as to encourage them to grow.

(Damn, that's a shame. If not today. Ah)

Today was a bad day. Wolff, who is still motionless, can tell if the black mercenary regiment looks at the atmosphere of the entire Nederks. Today is the day you must never lose. It's impossible in case there's more to it than that 'fierce sun'. It shouldn't be possible.

"We'll crush it. I have a bad feeling about today."

I had a hunch. So I'll never let you through today. Now that you've lost Pinot and Laro, you have to support yourself. Elvira was dared to follow Jed, not this battlefield. The difference also fuels anxiety. Something cheap if you can end that anxiety today.

"Sharpen it!"

The monstrous power strikes three newcomers.

"Damn, the layers are too thick. The estards!

Garm, a black mercenary regiment ancient ginseng, was running the battlefield with Nika. Nika was captured and engaged by the 'beauty' clavireno. Garm fights and grieves against a general who has no strength. After all, Estado is special. All the inferiors to Galias are stretched out with the Nedeluxe during the whole season, and the thickness that has reigned for a long time at the top of the apex and the second, third and seventh kingdoms is unusual.

It is in distress that the thickness has power.

"I'll let you win today, Anatole!

"Ku, Theo!

Anatole deals with 'Rigorous' Theo Sid Campeador. Understanding of the military is concomitant, but there is a strong sense of exploration of the spear anyway. It is this Theo who has long shredded his sneeze with Anatole and Jacqueline and their predecessors and has won most of them.

The spear is inherently Nedeluxe's home art. Except for Jacqueline, though, Theo completely overtook me. Jacqueline and Theo, you can say that Anatole gave up the path to extremes because these two geniuses were there.

"Jean's a little far away. That's just bad minutes for two opponents. Let me discuss it here!

Only Jacqueline deserves Theo's vigilance. As a samurai, as a spear, you are out of your guard. And that was natural. As a samurai, I have never even soiled Theo before.

(Still, I won't make it if I win. for not sending the captain in complete condition)

They were always there where they couldn't reach. The reward of a magnificent spear, what is so frivolous about your spear? Since when, I've been behaving in a wind of giving up and objectivity. It was there and waving the spear in the shade, lest Jacqueline should see it.

(I threw away the pride of crap. I threw down my arms, I threw down my country, and I lost everything. I seem to like the idea of freedom. He likes to stare at freedom)

A big handful called Ship Arms. Spear arms increased more than when I had both arms. But the opponent is not in a hundred hands. It is Theo Sid Campeador, the monster who has taken many fierce men from the Nederks using Estado's strongest spears.

"You can't lose! Bet everything I got, push it through!

"Don't do it! But even for me, this place is an unbeatable place, I will not condone it!

Vibrant and beautiful. Spears like art were the ultimate in beauty. That may be above Jacqueline's spear in terms of beauty. Even low englin spears, such as comparing to his spears, look boneless. Regardless, the strength is difficult to attach.

"Heh heh!

Spear rewards that exceed the allowable amount of anatol easily. As I look at it, Anatole is driven to a disadvantage. Just like when we first met on the battlefield, do we bow forward the glimmer of talent? Or can you push through the minds of ordinary people?

"My body's not broken yet!

Anatol's roar persists.

In that, Wolfe watched his comrades die, arm in arm, without pulling out his sword, without touching the pattern. During the storm, the plains, mixed with blood and rain, are already chaotic. It is a hard battlefield for wolves. You have to push it through by stopping your legs and strengthening them.

Wolfe bites this sight with so much force that blood drizzles from her gums. Deliver yourself intact to the giant star. That is their proclamation. A pack of wolves, and the new minds of the young powers who were impressed by it, let the will pass. Then I just believe in myself on the head. I said they would do it. Build strength by believing words like you can.

This sight, the sight up until yesterday, put everything on your shoulders.

"Come, come, come"

Wolfe accumulates power. To reach for the strongest.

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Dino looks at the whole thing and gets the feeling his army is pushing. The bragging speed does not increase the speed of being trapped by the mud created by the storm. If you have set up, Estaard is the strongest army. Dino believes that Estado is the strongest of the Seven Kingdoms in terms of a simple average of combat power, although it is attributed to post-dust with an overall force that also includes measures like Garias.

"Come out, Black Wolf! I don't care what you think, Temeer and his army are at their limit!

And Dino's intuition was telling. This battle, you'd better beat the strongest pawn first, he said. This battle can be won if the strong Estado army pushes in and drags Wolf out. That moment could be a disadvantage. Ten eighty-nine, it becomes a disadvantage. So Wolfe is special. Both the Black Mercenaries and the Nederks are betting where they are.

(Come out, you bastard. Then I'll die. My dear companion)

Marsus, Amelia, Ulysses. The three young samurai live well. Prestige is good. But experience is fundamentally not strong enough. It could change in another year or two. Seems like a huge difference in force, but from their rate of growth, a flash of events.

(Good work. But I can't do it today. If the heavens and the earth turn upside down, I can't take it.)

Each and every one of you is out of skill. And talented. But I'm inexperienced in war. War isn't strong enough. Still, we're even far from our own realm.

"You're scared! Ahhh!?"

After understanding the finesse of the battlefield, Dino incites. Crush enemies while stirring them up. Pick young buds and also win battles. You have to win. For better or worse, this battle has gotten too big. So little room for play.

(If this tablet rocks, you know it, Theo.)

The only thing we see is a man with the same experience as ourselves and the strength of war. A man who has been considered a few steps inferior to ourselves. Still showing up at this huge best, so I have something. If you missee something of it, it can collapse from it.

(Don't look at me like that, Dino. I know. I don't play today. Besides, there's probably no one more at risk to him than me here. His spear is beautiful.)

There is no beauty in spears in shapes as desperate as those words apply, which manages to devour. But Theo knows. That Jacqueline, when she was just using her skills, was the only one raising her skills to the realm of art. His spear is reminiscent of death. The sound of tearing through the sky evokes fear.

Theo knew. To say that it was Anatole who approached the essence of the spear faster than anyone else in his generation. Perhaps Jacqueline is also aware. Theo learned beauty from Anatole and gained his current strength by sublimating himself to beauty.

The spear is strong, with the strength of Jacqueline, the gigantic body given by heaven and the violent sensibilities. Influenced by its strength, Anatole's spear died. I can't be strong with beauty. The stray clouded Anatole's spear. I didn't have the strength to believe in my path at the time.

(It got a little better, but it's still ugly compared to those days)

I gained a lot of strength. Technology is also up.

(Too bad. If not today, I could have dated you until I remembered)

Theo's spear shreds Anatole's meat. Many times, many times, a spear that could not be broken strikes Anatol. But if we don't focus on the battle in front of us with the pain, instant death awaits. A beautifully brutal spear of marvel. Overwhelm Anatol. There is no gap in it.

A defeat floating behind Anatole's brain. I remember the boiling water I had been through many times, and he laughed. A situation full of visibility. That I was an ordinary person who had admitted so much. Not the winning side. It's the losing side. The familiar letter defeat. And yet I wonder why...

Theo's spear is loaded with intent to kill. But Anatol knew. If you really had feelings on it, if your opponent is Yingjie like Jacqueline and others, the digit of intent to kill riding this spear rises. Strength jumps.

Eyes like trying, eyes like expecting something, things like being said not to be reciprocal.

(The eye. I've always been seen with those eyes. You, Jean, I wanted to be strong but only force you to be beautiful, I hated those eyes that restrained me)

Anatol that keeps under pressure. It is the heroes with strength that float behind their brains. I didn't know until I was on the battlefield. It's the first time I've known it since I was on the field of competing. Beyond the beautiful spears I learned in the dojo, the moulds of which I learned more diligently than anyone else, and which I met after years of carving, I had no strength.

More beautiful spears than anyone else were crushed by ugly spears than anyone else. I couldn't believe it at first. I trained in the form of invisibility. But the result is, the difference just widened. Talent and violence, the martial arts that I had built before those two things didn't make sense.

I went for the look of it, and I was scorched by strength. Knowing the monster beyond that genius, he assembled himself into a black army. But strength was only far away. Genius broke my spear weakened, impure all over me and not beautiful. Genius didn't understand his thirst because he was lost.

I wanted to think so. Anatole let himself be deceived back then.

"I'd be weak, wouldn't I?

That's not true.

Words were backwards and round about wanting to be 'beyond'. I had nothing ahead of me. A place I could never reach no matter how much I trained. The presence of a strong man who was scorched, jealous, turned away, and gave up. Genius waited for me. I couldn't respond because of my weakness. Genius is trying to combine strength and beauty, as it has been applied.

You had a long way to go. I felt as though I was being rebuffed why I couldn't believe it. Weak, too weak. Really, I don't like myself.

"Weakness. I know best. I was weak. I couldn't believe the way, the strength ahead of me, or anything. Because I'm weak, I gave up. I'm weak. My spear has no strength. There is no beauty either. I'm weak."

Theo noticed that he was a spear and that his response had changed slightly. Response fades to an attack that should have been offset. It remains the same dominance. Instead, the victory also seemed close.

"But we're strong!

Response to fading. Theo blossomed with a smile after being stunned.

"I threw down my arms, I threw down my country, I lost everything, I had what I asked for"

The weight disappears from the meeting. Response disappears.

"Live without orbit. casual mercenary life in life that day. A group of people who laugh well, talk well, and just make noise. There have never been any of these guys around before. Discipline yourself as a samurai and live with pride as a nobleman, that was the world that surrounded me. I naturally thought that was who I was, and I was behaving like that."

The faces of the Black Mercenaries knew the spear. Technically the sword, not the spear, the sword moves of the female lion that Leonvern boasts, the sword guard on his left hand. It was reproduced with a spear. Its completeness is an unusual word. A miracle that draws it with one spear and one arm, which is originally a two-sword defensive, one attack at a time.

"I don't think that's the right thing to do. I was surprised myself. Do fools with them and live the day as you please. There is no stability. I'm not proud of you. But there is freedom. That's enough. I'm full of it."

Nika smiled, playing marvellous and dead. The soldiers we picked up on a whim became indispensable to our own flock. I also want to laugh. I also want to hug you. I also want to say thank you. They like their herd - thank you.

"You don't have to be strong. You don't have to be beautiful. I just want to continue these days. Until the day my life runs out, until the time the heads of the flock die. That's not today. It's not over yet."

Theo's spear flies in the wrong direction. I'm not responding. Supple, distract the track with a touch as if you love your wings. A spear of the same kind as a maiden's sword. There was a readiness to be quiet. A passion that burns quietly leads us beyond.

"Heh, heh, heh, heh. Here we go."

There was no play. I was not alert or chronic. The last one, really, gave his full heart.

"In this year, at this moment, will you turn?"

Theo was thinking as he drew his spear. About a man who turned into someone else in front of you. Indulge in the excitement of the first time you see it, the disappointment of the next time you see it, and the new feeling of the last time you see it. If not today, he swallowed the excuse all the way, and Theo touched a spear that stood against its chest.

"Beautiful, strong, free"

After distracting Theo's special, how the poke was decided, it was outside Theo's perception. A silent spear that can't even hear death. Only the will to survive came through. Feeling the heat, Theo nods.

"It's your spear. Your spear crushed me."

I can't even complain. He dies satisfied. Because I thought I could stick my chest out and assure you it wasn't the strongest spear I've ever seen, but it was the best spear I've ever seen. So I die laughing.

(Forgive me, Dino. As a soldier, I'd be disqualified, but as a samurai, I've been filled)

A battle between men who put their lives on spears. He died convincingly. It is like a satisfying death for Theo. All the rest of my heart, I had no life to overturn it.

Theo crashes. Another star has fallen.

"You know what I mean? You look good and you die... Temeer's always a dick."

As Campeador, he pushed his duties as a general all the way to Pinot, Laro, and himself, and whenever a man named Theo was true to his desires, he worked in spear drilling. That spear is surpassed and dies. That must be unimaginable remorse and a satisfying death on top of this. Because of the same generation of campeadors, I understand.

"Even if I don't like it, the flow changes. But don't play the Estado layer!

There is still room. Not without Theo, not until El Sid leaves.