Tower of Karma

Standing in front of Anatole are the Estado strongmen. Strong soldiers, strong generals, their flock is enough to blow away their advantage in poor measures, etc. Little by little, both the right and left wing are being pushed in, and sooner or later the siege will be completed and crushed.

El Sid is still far away. We have to scratch this bunch of mighty men to deliver Wolfe. Already the black mercenary regiment is in a hands-on situation. I can't even afford Nedeluxe.

"I'll have to do it. Don't let your arms buzz."

Anatol swirls the spear to indicate his willingness to move forward. It would be a death march. If you think rationally, die before it arrives. But we don't have the option of welcoming tomorrow with a loss either.

"Horse deer. Hey. Are you gonna die?

Appearing next to Anatole was Jacqueline the White Rose, one of the three nobles proud of Nedeluxe. Anatole and I used to drill together when we were younger, sweat and have a relationship like two best friends. However, Jacqueline's body grew dramatically larger and the relationship deteriorated on the occasion of her flowering talents. To this day.

"I'm not going to die. I'll bet you everything I got, and I'll make sure it's clear."

"I'm gonna die. I watched you get that far. But, you know, war isn't that sweet. If you blow one's life, it will scatter. My predecessors and Marslan were scattered."

This is a battlefield. It doesn't make sense to be prepared for one. You can't reach when you can't reach it. My fingertips caught on when I was Theo. Not necessarily caught again this time.

"Still, I always do."

Still, Anatole moves forward, believing in her path. In those straight eyes, Jacqueline sighed. Why couldn't I have that eye when I was in my country? Why didn't you put yourself in front of me and look me in the eye? Swallow words hung up to your throat.

"You're a real fool. All right, let's go back to Amphis."

"The legend of Nederks, a two-headed dragon that unifies the sky. Fighting moves named after it. Is your opponent right for me?

"I don't know. Anyway, do your best to follow me. Because he's an ordinary person."

"Submission is well aware. I'll eat it with all my strength!

"It's hot and painful. You can handle it."

Together. Two spears joined hands.

"Do you even have a spear to match?"

"It's been years. I can't believe I put a spear together with you."

Anatole and Jacqueline overlaid their spears between them. A knight who is already fading, but gets a spear, a Nederks floral shape, the greeting before they ran together on the battlefield was spear alignment. An old custom, albeit a tradition, that I have not already taught outside their dojo. The warfare moves that we are going to carry out are also old.

"Quite a few years have passed. You're good old men to each other."

"I'm not getting old!

"Why don't you stop saying those wolf words? It doesn't look good on you."

"Oh, I think I want to die first."

Jacqueline waved her spear unconstitutionally. Unmade, the spear draws a beautiful trajectory and heads to Anatole. Anatole gently distracts him from his orbit as he strokes it with his spear tip. Jacqueline leaps in and punches in a streak. Anatol to soak it all up.

It seemed to the enemy that it was partnering. Fool fighting with allies in the middle of the battlefield. Estaard's soldiers are not foolish enough to miss it.

"Jacqueline!"

"Anatol!

The Knight of Estado arrives in such a way as to sandwich from two directions. You haven't noticed yet. The split between the two escalates. The level of that attack is origami. There is no reason why all this contention and narrowing of horizons would be necessary.

That's what I thought. They were the fools.

"" Ready!

It was Jacqueline who stroked and slashed the torso, far from the point where the spear reached the two of them, without giving them a surprise, double-crossed arm with a weapon. As soon as he entered the motion of the attack, it was Anatole who shot through the shoulder and deactivated his destination, slowly shooting through the brain with the next blow.

There were no gaps in them. I wasn't seriously fighting in the first place.

"I can't believe I'm waving a spear alongside you... it really sucks"

"I don't even want to be in line with a wolf."

"Worst of all. I see your power now. I'll give it all to you too."

Jacqueline raised her own hair. Tie it up with strings, pluck it red, and there's one tough looking warrior there.

"Jacqueline, you..."

"I'm Jean-Jacques La Bourdarias. Only now."

The preparatory movement is over. We also understood each other's power deeply. This makes me run. Beyond this, the two advance into the same creature, a double-headed dragon.

"I got it."

I drill in the same dojo, look up to the same master, and the years I was competing come to mind. Making sight the same that I thought would never be possible again. I didn't even want to think about waving a spear together. Because one is frustrated and the other is tired of expecting...

"Until the end of the horizon."

"My life, my spear, my feathers."

The two moved out at the same time. Behind us the Nederks' minds follow. The two leading men, whose backs are packed with Nedeluxe pride. For Nedeluxe, who has been bitter juice since the advent of Theo, a spear that was a family art, this sight was a leap in the chest.

"" Double-headed dragon, get in here!

Amphis. It was the name of a brilliant, excessive, Nederks-like warfare move. Too naive as a tactic, a childish measure of putting two strong men in line. This is the contents of the double-headed dragon Amphis.

"No!"

Just piercing.

"No!"

No one laughs at the name. For Estado and for Arcadia, the name was an abomination. Just a penetration, and how many heroes have been slaughtered.

Amphis has conditions to be named. I wouldn't call anything Amphis that put warriors in line around there. Who's Amphis?

"" I've got a lot to do!

It's a way for Nedeluxe to line up and penetrate the strongest spears he's proud of.

There were once three dignitaries who used this measure a lot. Famous for being the best spear user of all time, a Nederks golden age actor. He and the other, side by side with a deputy general who followed him like a shadow, continued to threaten the surrounding countries. The vice general is also a master of spears enough to receive the recommendation of the Three Kings. But he chose the way to wave his spear with the Lord, the Three Nobles. The Lord, Sanguyen, had always bragged, "I am Sanguyen, including his deputy generals". They ran through their lives until they were slaughtered by young El Sid as a two-headed dragon.

"Damn, what's going on with you guys!?

They inherit that factor. If I had learned to spear in Nederks, this was the heroic move I admired once. That foolishness that everyone admires and everyone gives up. For the first time, this measure has the power to push through foolishness.

Amelia in battle shows herself the Lord's fierceness at the edge of her eyes.

"... Master Jacqueline, take your martial arts"

Jacqueline and there was a figure too fierce to call it a white rose. This is the spear of Jean-Jacques La Bourdarias, deceived as a spear genius. Powerful, majestic, and rough. The spear of tyranny was there. Once shaken, the blood of the organ clutter dances and the constant appearance of being swamped with blood and organs lacks beauty.

"Jean's bastard, he said he had a camato bump. You still got the look."

Dino felt his mind begin to boil with the mundane.

Jacqueline's, Jean's true spear is derived from the 'power' opposite beauty. First there is power, then there is skill in the form of arming it. Jacqueline waving a beautiful spear is naturally troublesome too, but Jean in this condition becomes untouchable.

"I don't even need Theo... he's always an idiot."

And the other one, one crack in the double head, was unusually speared to see if he had grabbed something in another earlier battle. There is no roughness like Jean's. Gently, sharply, without, distract, and in an instant shoot through the gaps you make. The spear was showing further growth with its arms.

"Stop it at all costs!

I won't stop.

"It's just the two of us! What are you doing!

I won't stop.

Rigid and soft, moving and still, two spears were showing a march that they didn't know would pull the enemy apart and stop. Those who follow the march will do their utmost to keep the way open. The only time here, it was Anatole and Jean's offense that created it.

The two of them don't stop. Because if you stop, at the end of the day, it will be confirmed that you will die in the middle of the enemy formation. We just have to move on. Go on, you can't stop being a dragon until you win.

"How far are you going, you guys?"

Foolish questions, enemies, even to the height of the sun.

(No. Those two are too breathtaking for you to get along with. If you don't like Theo, I'm the only one)

Dino looked at the three unwary newcomers.

"I have work to do to stop those two. For now, I'm serious."

Crush. Crush every great sword of Malthus. Impact enough for consciousness to fly. A tough blow to Amelia, who showed a gap, in an attempt to provide support for Guraku Marsus. Amelia was blown away and was set to fall. And finally,

"Last one, little one!

Dino's blow strikes Ulysses, who is unconscious and shaky.

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A boy named Ulysses grew up loved by everyone. A distant brother and sister of the year, cared for, tender and raised enough to seem overprotective. A lion who has fully taken over the strength of his brother and the diversity of his sister. I had expectations. As my brother became a loser and left Garnia, over-protection increased that trend even more. My sister infused herself with all the fighting moves she could have and gave her fangs to protect the lion.

"Is that the limit already? Aren't we still able to do this?

Often the brother turned the word to his brother. I had such an archeology that my arms stopped rising that I had a brother who fell down with tears ahead of me. My sister protests when she is too harsh on young children. Still, that's the last thing my brother always asks. Where is your limit?

Ulysses acquired skills that were not commensurate with his real age. It is only natural because in the same generation, no matter how many bodies or talents they possess, they have repaired so many of the skills, historical Leonvern warfare moves beyond their reach.

"Brother, I finally understand. My brother's sincerity... he was weak."

My brother in front of me is an illusion of what he sees. I'm dying now. The opponent is more overwhelming than himself. It had strength that technology alone could not reach.

"Oh, Yuri was weak when I was in Garnia."

My fantasy brother utters words, and Ulysses is stunned.

"I know how Euphemia feels. Everyone who protects their home thinks that they want to nurture this talent. Even if it turns out to be picking sprouts of strength, your eyes will be dazzled. Yuri's talent was so brilliant."

Dexterity that makes the warfare moves taught easier. Obviously a physical ability to draw a line with an ordinary person. It is not impossible to be treated politely as a delicacy that goes beyond all the older brothers of the same year and beyond Leonvern's greatest masterpiece and deceitful brother.

"Sweet Yuri, I couldn't teach you strength. That's all I had left to worry about. But I reunited in the land of Laurencia and found out that the rest of my heart was worried. You've been through a lot. The loss has bitten my helplessness and I am still growing. Because of it, I was able to protect Wolf as a life. I thought you were okay."

Ulysses tells himself this is a fantasy. It is a sign of immaturity that your fantasy opponent is shaking your mind, that this sight is the manifestation of weakness. Not if you're dreaming in the middle of a fight in the first place.

"That's why I'm not saying anything. You know everything. It's a lion with fangs. And then believe in yourself. You have fangs to fight. I have a lion in my heart. After that, you can just relax. To the lion in me. That's all. You're beyond me."

My brother's words. I almost cry even though I know it's a fantasy. I've been asking for it. After the audition, as I said those words and left, I wanted to break my expression on leaving. I wanted to be recognized. Not as a cute Yuri, but as a single knight.

"Go back and forth the way you believe. I'm glad that path and mine overlap at all. This is my fault, forget it. I was predominantly Wolfe. I don't need to think so until you do. You only obey your heart. From the bottom of my heart, when I have someone I want to exhaust, that's the beginning of chivalry. Because it's really time for the lion to shine."

Ulysses laughs bitterly. We still don't know if Wolfe is the best Lord. I have white and black in my mind. Love swirls, complex emotions. Still, that's all I can say. Either you put your life at risk or you argue, one of those two.

And perhaps the answer is already out there.

"I... 'I' follow my heart. The more immature they are, the higher they reign, the less reason for me to retreat. If it's expensive, you can go beyond it. I don't decide the limits."

I have met many people. I have gained a lot of experience. I'm already out of the sway my family has prepared for me. I went through a lot of scary thoughts. I regretted going out many times. Now, all of that is fleshed out.

Only white and black heroes thought they could not win heartily. Not even a giant star could give up being able to overtake it at the end of his own path. That's why I give my sword, why I point my sword at it.

"That's fine. I'm watching. Through your back, a new era. We met on a hellish battlefield trail, how much we grew from that day, was the hunch I felt right that day, the end of the Black Wolf's path, the shifting times, and the chivalry of Ulysses of Leonvern, the end of it. I watch."

Fantasy fades. Ulysses held himself in as he reached out. I decided to be strong. If you get stronger, you can't protect and you can't fight. He who should defend himself is far away, and he who should fight is far away. If you live weak, you don't need to be a knight. A corrupt lion is not worth it.

Strong or not, it will be strong. Don't forget. I couldn't protect that strong woman. I was powerless. I couldn't get through. Mind you. We need strength to pierce the chivalry. I didn't have myself then. How about myself now, is there a big difference between him and me enough to give up?

The lion in my heart can roar.

"Last one, little one!

Give up, not so much.

"Huh!?

The blow of Dino's body had been stopped by the lion, the son of full creation. I have been distracted or diverted in relation to what I have gained so far. I went through it many times. But that's not what happened when they stopped this giant stone axe with a normal sword.

That, too, was stopped by a boy this size. I admit my talent. It is also highly skilled.

"What, here?

But the power, it shouldn't have been.

"Fangs (GA) aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

When he saw the person he roared at, Dino found out that the lion had turned into a lion.

Nika laughs at Garm's surprise that many of the black mercenary regiments are finally here. I knew talent. He also acknowledges his efforts. All you have to do is bloom. That alone would change the person, everything as a warrior. We all knew.

Anatole and Jean show a contrasting face to the pressure they feel from their back. Anatole smiles and Jean distorts her face in amazement. Blossoming as a warrior, revealing too immense an atmosphere. This is not a mercenary. If I did poorly, they could even eat me, that's all there was to it. If it's just the scale, I don't know...

El Sid glances at one eye. El Sid only moved on this battlefield when he was a Wolf opponent. Other than Wolf, he moved a giant star to show it. Although it is only one eye.

And Wolfe, marching protected by everyone, had a tremendous grin. That's not necessarily who protects himself. The day may come when you point the blade at yourself. Just thinking so makes my mind jump. That's all there is to it. For this, new star.

"Temeye, what's your name?

"Ulysses of Leonvern. I will defeat you!

Leonvern, Dino laughed when he heard the name. I thought I might have guessed from this atmosphere, but I had a brilliant hunch. Already more than a decade ago, the invaders from Garnia. There were three brilliant knights in it, and another, a lion with an atmosphere that outweighed itself. Until earlier, I only thought of some similarities to movement, but I felt the atmosphere, looked into its eyes, and was good at it.

"I'll admit Temeye as a warrior. My name is Dino Sid Campeador. I used to take care of Temeer's brother. But I don't care. Here it is. Anyway, crush Temeer. Uh, don't stop the two spear idiots. It will annoy the hands of our great campeador. That can't be today!

Dino also burst the atmosphere again. Show yourself as a warrior you glimpsed earlier. A pure warrior who threw away all his guard, his chronic heart, and his sweetness. Faced with it is a lion reborn from a lion, a knight who himself tries not to pierce the chivalry.

"Come on!

Ulysses coming through the words short. That was intercepted by Dino's heavy blow. The explosion runs to the battlefield. Ulysses showed himself antagonized at the critical, albeit under pressure. From there, rotational speed is called. Dino also uses such a large stone axe to catch up with Ulysses, who deals with ordinary swords.

(Nah, this kid, he's stuck with me for business!)

There are no swords that are just sophisticated that I have been showing you until earlier. A rough, majestic, powerful sword. That's where Leonvern's warfare moves live. Just burn the fighting spirit and turn everything to power. Technology is sticking to the body. I don't need to break my mind. You can relax. Only then will a sword be born worthy of a lion named Ulysses.

Now exactly a new Leonvern sword was being born. Both Euwayne and Eufemia are different, but somewhere shadowy, swords than anyone else in the history of Leonvern.

Confront the destructive power of Dino with a collection of powers and moves. Strike in where the opponent can't use all his power, scratch his nose, and block his legs. I couldn't even let that happen until earlier. Too much power, nose or foot, but fine and ravaged.

Not now. I can stop it. It's not like before.

"Go beyond! Limits! Squeeze out even a drop of blood and burn it down! I can still do it! My limits are not here! I'm a knight, be a knight!

It is also the duty of knights to exceed their limits in order to protect the Lord. Whatever opponent comes, we must protect the Lord. Sometimes enemies stronger than themselves will also appear. At that time, I don't want to be a knight or anything like that from the start if I want to give up. It doesn't matter if you're strong. You just have to go beyond.

"I will stop you! I won't let you go a step further!

"Screw you! Try it, Ulysses!

Burn your life. Even if you can't win, if you defend it, you win. Anatole, Jean, they're clearing the way. Decided to send Wolfe out in complete, unpleasant condition. You can't just rely on Wolf. About today, I have to make you sweet. What do you mean, enough to make way? What do you mean enough to stop one monster here? Just protect it. Try to protect it.

The road is different now. If you pierce it, you win.