Tower of Karma

"Bow stand!

A martial officer moves out neatly with a drink of Jed. Work out at the Jed and Ross houses, brave men. Suddenly disturbed, this degree of practice.

"Let go!

The aim is precise. Draw a parabola - get to the right spot.

"Hiu."

but there is no welkin there.

"Huh!?

acceleration well above what Jed et al assumed. He was packed a distance at once and reached the avant-garde before signaling him to pull out his sword. Naturally, my men have not been able to switch bows and swords either.

To be killed, they were prepared to die.

"What?"

In a way, you might have been better off as a samurai. Welkin was just about to jump over them and run away. Enemy and unrecognized. Here are the troops that are regarded as elite even in Estaard. I'm proud of you.

"Dude, what was that? That guy"

Everybody couldn't stop sweating cold. phase that would have died if the other person had hostility.

If the mysterious threat leaves us like this...

"Wait!

"I won't wait"

Welkin is just about to move on. I don't even care about Sid's anger.

"We need help with the Virgin!

"... no?

For the first time in this language, Welkin expressed an interest in them. A disgrace to the last generation, such as the men who stand with Estado's future behind them, ignored and bare.

"You too, after all! Sorry, but that's gonna be my thing! I'm not willing to give it to you, you scumbags! I don't even have a hair room!

"... right"

He stopped his legs, turned his heels back, and Welkin turned back to them. It is the sword of the brave who pulls it out. The making was boneless, the more I questioned it the more I knew its origin, the more I was an undecorated sword.

"I got a reason to fight."

"Bullshit!

While no one stands still, Sid Campeador runs out. He was responsible for a great spear commensurate with his giant body, and his eyes looked at his prey shittily. A man who tried to ignore himself, a great liar who didn't even recognize him as an enemy. I will surely kill you. I will wave a great spear with that one thought.

(strong)

I don't even need to combine. Strength was seeping out. Slightly above, I had never met so much strength in almost the same generation. Welkin laughed, just a little, happy.

"Olah!"

A blow at the mercy of power. Now, fast, strong.

"Like this?

Welkin who receives a little flush, not exactly. Sid doesn't mind gunning. Attack with rigidity. There is probably a terrible storm every time I swing it around. The roar of the meeting was enough to split his ear.

"Like this?"

But every time we overlap a meeting, the sound of the punch goes down.

"Here's the thing."

Received like water.

"... that 's-"

Welkin's sword changes as Jed takes his breath. Sick as the wind, sharp as thunder, fiery as a fiery fierce attack. Everything is a high-quality move. I naturally remember the samurai of Estado. And a level of quality that you don't know.

I know but I don't.

"- Did you drop Nedeluxe's spear into the sword?

Welkin flirting with Sid. It is the Nedeluxe stream that treads and exercises the four spears, the fifth called the earth. All the fundamentals, the history of the country that transformed the five major elements into spears, are packed. How many years would it normally take to turn that into a sword and project the same image into a sword?

"And now, at this moment, or!

Accuracy increases. out-of-digit growth rate.

"Screw you!

But Sid Campeador is a monster again. If your opponent is going to grow, you just have to grow this one too. The eyes of a man who transcends and transcends and does not doubt that it is himself who laughs at the end.

Power, speed, increase.

"... it's both bukemon"

Two people accelerating at once to a level no one can get their hands on.

"But the monster also has a degree. That's my strange monster!

The equilibrium broke away lightly. Sid grew at an inferior rate. The pressure of a LTTE that smells from Welkin's sword. The level of the sword that was growing in due course instantly absorbed and jumped ten or twenty years polished up by the former Sanguinist Tigre.

"Bullshit, can -"

"Tooth!

"I'm sorry, but I'll get my hands on it, Sid!

Now if Jed hadn't gotten his hands on it, Sid Campeador would be dead. Brothers carrying their country are forced to bend over their growing monster opponents at this moment as well.

"... fuck you"

"It's a pain in the ass for any faction. I'll kill you on this spot!

On top of that, I will surely kill a man whose name I do not know. A boy in his late teens no matter how high he estimates. The fact that it is reaching this frontier. Jed was a genius called Twenty-One, Sid was Nineteen, and we were both premature, and we weren't even willing to end up with it - but this man was too premature to say,

"Oh, oh!

The growth rate is too abnormal. If we don't kill him here, it could be a big wall for Estaard, and hence for the world. Therefore, I will kill you here.

"Sido!"

"I know!

Two suns burn down one boy. Two pairs of great spears of awesome power. Fast and strong together. On top of that, Jed is sophisticated and Sid adds even more roughness.

Welkin was overwhelmed by a turn of dominance. Normally, one-to-many doesn't open as many battle power differences as numbers. It's hard to set it up. A battlefield in which an ally's attacks are disrupted. But these two have been piling drills together for years. Even if you don't like it, you'll find out, the other person's breathing.

Therefore, it jumps up its power with an exceptional combination.

"... haha!

Welkin had a terrific grin. Neither is the predicament, nor can the borrowed tiger reach it alone. I die like this. If you change something, what will you change? Where we're going, it's still the oldest memory. And the short life I've been running through.

With all that love...

"How beautiful..."

"Oh, my God, strong!

Bouncing again.

Welkin Gunk Strider had two distinct talents.

One is that the tactile sensation was innate, but there was no pain, and therefore the limits of the body could not be known in the first place. Because he gained a sense acquired and learned dangerous lines after, he could reasonably install dangerous lines step by step, which would conveniently be expressed in proportions.

From the very beginning, from the moment he was born, he has reached his limits.

The other is Perfect Body Control. Without distracting himself from image and dimension, he is able to move his own body. As a result, I was able to trace the motion I had just seen with such precision. If you've even created an image, try it with a few hands and you can make it 'yes'.

This is the talent of two giant stars, meaty and inferior, men who stood on it and lined it up.

And now that we've put those two talents together, it's the ultimate system of men who later become hero kings.

"Thanks. Thanks to both of you, I'm done now!

Originally, a frontier that never mixes in. Pale and red, used in combination with the two. The living of a man possessed by a spear and transcended by his beast, and the multiplication of geniuses who likewise devoted their lives to the spear. Connectivity is not a great talent compared to the two above, but another, the gift of birth, is more hereditary.

He had a flexible and stubborn body to endure the outrage in an area where human history is now unreached. No matter, it won't last long. The number of times is also sure to wear out each time it overlaps. Still, what we manage to accomplish is our father and mother, whose sturdiness was the handle, and our two desires to grow up sturdy.

That 's--

"Is this my ceiling?"

Overwhelmed the two suns. By the time I had no skin, I didn't let them do one thing, I was just overwhelmed. No one can speak. If we were to lose to Schauhausen, if we were to lose to the Three Kings, we could have given up a hundred steps and forgiven them. But this is, this is too...

"She's my thing. I want you to leave here. I don't want to kill you."

"Have mercy, will you?

"I didn't think so. I had so much fun. Fighting you. Also, I want to. You guys are gonna be stronger, aren't you? And we'll fight again. It's gonna be fun."

Bottomless smile. Really, without a little cloudiness, this man wants. Standing before ourselves when we are strong. Combat junkie, once again they know one side of this man.

"What are you going to do with her?

"I'm just gonna stand next to you. I'll do anything for it."

"... sooner or later, I'll take it. You and her!

"She can't, but I'd be good. Let's do it again. Um?"

"It's Sid Campeador. What's your name?

The man who arrives names himself a man who becomes a lifelong good enemy with a full smile on his face.

"Welkin Gunk Strider"

Jed and the Ross family man peeled their eyes off. Because I've heard the name and understood where and who this genius is. But for Sid, it doesn't matter what his name is on his ass. All you need is a name that says welkin. All they do is cloud their eyes.

It's not a strong name. Because this man is strong.

"I'll keep the woman. Don't let them take it from you until I take it from you."

"I won't let you take it either. See you later, Sid."

Then Sober and Welkin rush out to St. Lawrence. He has nothing to look back on right now. Because they don't have that strength. Sid can roar. Because I could not forgive my weakness.

(Too strong. thickness of the same kind as the wall I felt for Schauhausen, no, if I did poor-)

The strongest generation, maybe already...