Tower of Karma

The battlefield leading up to Maalburg was paralysing their senses. I merely brought to this point the advantage that comes from William's thoughtful under-preparation, illusoring the provisional first advantage with my own power. We are strong ourselves. We can win.

"Kid, are we done here?

Looked down like old times, looked at me like I saw a bug, and finally the magic was solved.

"Oh, my!

The truth is, I still have enough power to stand up. Stand up and show your will, you should be able to do it. And yet my body doesn't listen to me. My heart is broken.

"You're weak, kid. Spitting strong words is weak evidence. I'm just reinforcing my weak heart with words. It's clear. There's an ugly figure hiding his natural weakness."

Before Claude Lewis got the name, when it was just Claude, all the adults looked down at themselves with these eyes. Weak, small, desperately strong, and vomit strong words to confront them, and behold them like that. Look at the pathetic thing.

"Not yet, I can do it"

"Then you can stand. Turn that spear tip on me! You're gonna take me down, aren't you?

Just the tip of my mouth. My body doesn't move. My heart is screaming for me to run away.

"I won't let you run or hide!

Banjamann's intimidation, the battle will that was the lightning in front of the wind in the wake of it, scratched out this time. Facing his weak self, Claude was about to be crushed by pity. My heart flaunts a weak self who was nothing but a fake, tenacious before the real strength.

My heart was broken. There's nothing I can do, pompous.

"If it means I can't stand, it's my win. Get the White Knight out in front of me, as promised."

There was no more appearance of Claude in Banjaman's sight. It's not even worth looking at. I can break my heart about that once in a while. I can't help it, I'm weak.

(I have talent. I also have a lot of training. What's missing is experience and years. This level was still too early now. Some walls cannot be transcended by momentum alone. Today's setback will make you stronger one day)

He was a banjaman who pretended not to be interested and beat him to his heart, but his inner self was much more than willing to grin at the rise of an interesting young man. I showed awkward skill and yet immature poor body, many glowing movements for it.

(So burn it today. Not so much as a top -)

Some will be visible due to broken nose columns. It makes me want to join a young man who feels good, albeit with his enemies. Thinking it was his own bad habit, Banjaman unleashed a sense of intimidation toward 'the next person'. Bulls are as pressured as they are. No shaking there though.

The atmosphere slowly approaching from earlier deserves vigilance.

(- I'll show you the battlefield)

At the end of Banjamann's gaze, standing there...

"Are you a samurai with kids? The hundred generals of Gallias and the others fell."

Rubbing silver hair away, its body is huge in the cracking of gender. In addition, the atmosphere is no less pale than that of "beef iron" in front of you.

"It's not what you call a line that's sending a child to the battlefield. of" White Bear. "

Her name is' White Bear 'Sülvia von Nikleinen.

"Shut up and shut up. Now move those basin darkers behind you."

"Oh, God, I stopped him at the corner."

"I don't want it. Negotiations are broken. War, let's go."

"Forceful...... fine. It kicks me. Let's go, you guys!

My men, who were stopping in discipline behind Banjaman, bark. Banjamann's intimidation and his men's warfare were overlapping, creating one huge stream.

"You can't beat the weak who grew up muddy in the south. Let's go, you guys, show him the northern soul!

"Oops!

Huge without losing another stream. The northern elites and the atmosphere of Sülvia interacted, creating an atmosphere of immense offense.

Sülvia swirls the halbert, which she is good at. And proceeded, in the main, to walk.

Banjamann grabbed the bull knife as if to respond to it too and moved forward.

"Big for a woman."

"You look small in front of me."

A moment of silence. Two across the street. I had a terrific grin, and I shook it all over my head...

"" Death Neh!

The roar became a signal for the war to begin.

On the second day, the eastern side appeared rough, and the storm was blowing on other battlefields, he said.

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On the third day, it was still on the east side that heavy fighting continued everywhere.

The clash between Sürvia and Banjamann is no longer in the sound of the creature playing. Huge iron masses collide, but the roar is reminiscent of the clashes between heavy machines that cannot be found in this era. One hand, one hand too heavy to hit each other, no one comes near.

The two men also tread heavyweight, and yet that battlefield is the battlefield of the Giants. On the eastern exterior walls a battlefield was formed that could not come close to the others.

"... what the hell is this?"

The height of the battlefield too far away. The height of the wall felt for the young Junying for the first time.

I don't even want to come near you. It's breaking my heart.

The West side also continues to take the lead with Adan and Adon. I don't attack you when I want you to, and that bud is crushed when Raphael tries to move. Raphael was not allowed to make any moves he wanted to make against a skilled man who floated around the battlefield.

If I lost my strength, I was convinced that I was immature. But being made a clear difference in the realm of his brain, which is inherently his field, would greatly hurt his pride. Once in his favor, he is further pulled apart, and when he realizes it, he is driven out of control.

"Lady Rafael, no more"

The warring warriors deposited with my father. Without them, the West would have collapsed. I decided that even if I did that, it would be harder to squeeze any further. Yes, Raphael says he can't beat the two knights of Adon, Adan, an experienced warrior with his head.

"Please, seniors. Use me as a soldier."

Raphael, surrender of humiliation. There is no word to speak to Joon-young, who bites his lips and explodes his remorse.

"I'll take care of it, but even I can't take advantage of those two."

Kevin and the same generation of school seniors. The most experienced generation of Taylor's Childrens came to mind. This makes Southeast and its generation the head.

"However, if you calm him down, you should be able to keep him at a slight disadvantage"

The idea is to take advantage of the interests of the terrain, to take advantage of the shield called the outer wall and to eliminate the disadvantage at all.

"If they're good at it, I don't move, I always do. Five minutes on that condition."

Experience in engaging the strong, frustration made their generation learn to fight the weak. Their generation has enough rotten experience of losing that Raphael, who was put into all the battlefields where he could win because of the royalty, could not get. That's why even if you can't be a beautiful star...

"You've changed the air of war."

"Immovable, heh, no"

Complete your mission in a muddy way. Young they will not know, but there used to be a man at the apex of Arcadia, the middle of the Seven Kingdoms in that battle. Baldias whose name is' Immovable '. Strakles, surrounded by a beautiful star named Sangui, and still defended, his way of fighting is the battle of the weak. It was a battle that the mighty were worst at.

"Take it easy and deal with it. We are in high altitude, in high protection. No rush, no loyalty to the basics, no reason to lose just that. There is no need to rush. Let them like it. We'll make the right move from there. You can't beat that."

The blood of the weak grown by Baldias.

"" Do it. ""

Among those who did not know it directly, the 'things' that had piled up were breathing.

Backhand must win. Let's go loose.

And finally came the time of trial to them, who had made the choice of protecting the bridge in front of them only on the south side. Initially Marie, a mutual or slightly 'silver crown', had the advantage. But Marie finally breaks down before the young genius who grows up in the battle. Yeah, that's good to know.

"It's too much fun, seniors"

The man who appeared all the way from behind Marie. Long, balanced bodies and flowing, lightly colored blondes are reminiscent of a cloudy sea illuminated by the morning sun. He was a beautiful man. Nature while on the battlefield, but still there. No killing, no temper.

"Do you move, daylight light?"

"You won't gain a single copper coin by stretching your enemies any further. It's a bad habit, you can only be more serious about each other."

"Shut up. If you took the part from me, just do it."

"Aisa. I'll give it a shot."

A man who kills even his allies if he gets in the way of a single hit gave way to the spot. Even my men are surprised by that. "Silver Crown" Jean-Marie de Yubo is not a light-hearted thing. A man who has thrown away numerous benefits but put it through. A samurai who doesn't look good on the outside and is overwhelmed with men is the living of the "silver crown". Giving it away means...

"Don't let the unwary stand before me!

Even if that's what your head tells you...

"Do you have feelings for battle?

That the conceded are stronger than Marie. Otherwise, the 'silver crown' will not give way.

"Nah!?

Beatrice is stunned. A man with no shards of the atmosphere left his hand as if he had cut off smoke and disappeared from sight. I got a full blow, and I could understand Beatrice up to that point. But beyond that is the outside of perception.

"I don't think you need me, but hey. It just clouds the sword, lady."

My voice came from behind me. incomprehensible manuba. Beatrice is relieved. I've fought as many opponents as I can. Because my own brother and relatives were way ahead of me. I was used to the strong.

"Shut up!

It also feels like grabbing a cloud. You're hitting it, but you're supposed to have received it, but it doesn't leave any feeling on that sword tip. Fluffy, and...

"Death first"

Break the thin skin of the neck muscle. The man was floating around behind a replacement beatrice. Probably the same procedure as earlier, with manoeuvres that Beatrice did not understand, sent.

"Your sword is too straight. Then you can't win."

The words spoken from behind are a word from an overwhelming height.

"Osvalt's sword."

Absolutely unforgivable, a word that defiles Osvalt's pride.

"- Don't insult me!

The sword flashed. A sword rushes with even a powerful motion to look back.

"I'll stick to it. I don't understand. It's a sword, isn't it?

But it also cut the sky with a faint feel. Recognize that the delicate sensation of beatrix was undoubtedly received with a sword. Only the faintly distracted track and the fact that it didn't hit proves it, but it doesn't comfort anything like that.

"I can't believe I'm hanging my life like this."

Because the man spit on the sword of Osvalt, floating, and overtook it.

"Now you're dead. You're weak, little lady."

Shattered pride moves the beatrix. And it's all...

"Three, four, five, six..."

Smashed in front of the man.

- Yes, ten deaths.

The man's name is Lorraine de Lucreur. The sequence is the lowest hundredth place. A man without a shard of motivation called a daylight lamp. But still, no one tried to get him off a hundred generals. That's all there was to it. Talent alone, Garias. Spread out. Nothing beats Loran.

Beatrice broke his knee with shattered pride. It gets dark in front of me. I've believed it, the path I've taken rocks. The pride and pride that built up disappeared. We need more power than naming Osvalt to keep that name unclean. I didn't have it. I despair of weakness when I have applied mud to what my fathers have piled up.

"No more than that. Bad taste."

A thin sword overlapping the sword attached to the neck. Marie's eyes were full of pity.

"At least kill him. That's courtesy."

Scratched neck. Ten thin scratches carved there.

"No, she's a bait. Of course, if you can't catch it, I'll slash it."

"I don't like that. Lack of perseverance as a samurai"

"It's a non-obsessive doctrine, I am"

"He says he doesn't like me."

On the neck of a girl with an overlapping sword.

"" Huh!?

An arrow full of intent to kill passes between Loran and Marie. The two took more distance than was necessary for too much killing. An arrow worthy of that much vigilance pierces the glittering Gallias soldier in front of the bridge and stands further behind one of his backs. Don't miss your aim, heart.

"She's the star of our expectations. I don't want to be killed."

The man also stood idly on the battlefield again. A space open for one to receive those who retreat. The faint, open mouth of the daimon reveals the atmosphere that a man holds together.

"I'll deal with you, you two."

It was cool, but far from absolute, and full of its habit of confidence.

"White Knight" William von Lewius. Snowy long white hair in one room, cool eyes stare at things wide and deep. One of those who descended a giant star with only three people in the world. Time-changing men reign quietly on the spot.