Tower of Karma

Noisy and noisy, Warren reminds me of the festival in Lucitania as he watches them. In their case, the man who preferred quiet had a quiet bitter laugh when it was a tremendous vitality because it was everyday.

"Hey, how about a drink?

"Let's not"

Warren declined the recommendation from the man who is the current Lord. Nor does a man try to recommend it so intransigently again. It just seems intriguing as to why you're turning down alcohol.

"Not a big reason"

"Until revenge is achieved or something?

"I don't have the right to revenge. Stopping friends is the first thing. And then I want to know why."

"Why?"

"Why, if it came to my satisfaction, I still have no right to do so. I couldn't stop it, I didn't even notice my, my hole as a parent. I just think it's hard to be stupid, but weakness has led to this situation."

The man drinks up the liquor he was about to give him and drops his hips with a sledge.

"Whatever, then. I'm not stupid either. I know why I dare to lay down my name, and I'm worried about things. But don't ask me that. It doesn't matter any more than it just got here. And now you're in a shaky position. That's good. Just..."

The man grinned at the garlic.

"Why are you so masochistic with your" strength "? It bothers me there."

"Big story, etc."

"It's as good as old stories, isn't it? Or are we talking about getting involved there, too?

Any more push questions will only inspire this man. I thought so. Warren sighed as if he'd noticed. Meditate your eyes as if you recall, and then open your mouth.

"... it's not a big story. It's just that the frogs in the well challenged the ocean and fled back."

That's a long time ago, a little story. Not yet, before the beginning...

Warren Lewius was a quiet boy. He did not claim himself, was inconspicuous, and was prepared to martyr himself at birth. It is a sword blacksmith's house, generations, a family that goes on for far longer than it has a record. It is astonishing because it is even older than it was to the Golden Forest, Lucitania, my country.

I just dedicate my whole life to sword forging. Connect it. That's the role.

He had the qualities. My grandfather, who hid more talented than his father, in recent years, was called the best and told by celebrities, the genius of sword blacksmith. There was also pride in drilling without pride, silently, solemnly continuing and connecting.

But...

"The annual festival is finally good. A sword that breaks the traditional demons of Lucitania. Which swordsman is responsible for the supreme blow? One of you knows Brad Ray Feelin. The other..."

He had another talent.

"Warren Lewius! It's an impossible sight. The finals of this grand festival, the end of the year, are customary, although rays of swordsmen compete with each other. It's the first thing I know, even if it ties history together. The elders look sinister. Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

A story I've never even heard of a sword-beater, a workout, or a Lewis exercising his sword. The elders who value tradition naturally float with tannic surfaces and sit back with a rugged look.

Nevertheless, there can be no criticism if it wins by legitimate means and also makes it to the finals by putting down a separate ray from Ferrin. Lost Ray is suddenly self-defeated, exposed to cold gaze from his clan. But it's not like he was weak.

He is an average swordsman in history, equipped with sufficient skill as a ray.

I mean...

"I'll win, Warren."

"... oh"

He's strong. Compared to Brad, who has the highest power in history,

"Whoa!?

Mutual. Greetings instead of a blow Special. Sparks scatter in the hollow, and when the sound reaches his ears, he lays his swords on each other's sheaths. Instead of putting it in a foot judgment, he lays the blade on multiple sides as he changes his position.

A sword dance that should only be made up of Ray and each other. Beautiful and gorgeous, faster than anything.

"Shh!

Brad's sword was fast, beautiful Ray's, something that should be Lucitania's norm. Everyone praises him, and no one doubts him by believing him to be one of the best of our time. There is a hua.

"Phew!

Warren's sword against him was boneless somewhere, lacking in beauty. Speed is close to each other, but there is no luxury to attract the beholder. But strong. Powerful anyway. Techniques for working out and exerting full strength with sword blacksmiths. The hissing of Lewis against the sword was also manifested in the exercise of the sword. Though not what Lucitanian swordsmen want.

But the sword...

"Gu!?

Start pressing Ray.

"Brad!"

Ferrin's edgers raise their voices of reprimand. The voice is enclosed that there must be no such thing as Ray succumbing, and no such thing as Lewis. It's a different role. Connect the same sword. But there's a big difference there. We have to split it. You should be separated.

That must have been Lucitania.

…………

Warren, too, understood that.

"Oh!"

So, there's nothing he can say. He didn't have the strength of a swordsman because he was a sword blacksmith, just to argue. The result is - go as we all want.

"Winner, Brad!

Not wanted. Ego that defied everyone's expectations, he hadn't brought it together.

Besides, it doesn't change anything where you win. I am Lewis. No matter how strong you are, that won't change. I'm not dissatisfied with it. It even feels adequate.

"We're running out of training. I got a few hands on it."

"If only I had the strength, I would have won."

"Soak it up"

"Oh, it's a loser"

So this is fine. Now there's nothing wrong with that. Warren turns that way to the shape of 'her' because of her mind to see the shadows walking slowly from afar. Brad's eyes sparkled, trying to share the joy of victory with his fiancée.

"Brenda! I won -"

"Warren!"

Pass next to Brad and shoot a kick in Warren's belly.

"Oops!?

Brenda's face was in the shape of a ghost, approximating the stuffing Warren.

"I'm not in the mood! Why are you losing your temper so quickly?

"I was motivated. Your health..."

"You have about the strength of a sword blacksmith! No excuses!"

"... I use different health."

Gya-gya-gya-gya-gya-and-spoke Brenda. Warren listening. And Brad looking at it with a little resentment. That this is the only way I can see the relationship between the three.

"If you beat me, win, win!

"Brad was stronger. That would be all."

Still angry. She said she was distracted until she cared.

Brenda Feelin, descendant of Ray's family, which was abolished by an incident. After being taken over by Ferrin, the flow to marry Brad had been incorporated regardless of his will. She was unhappy that she could not intervene.

I'm not too close to Brad either. Above all...

"Shall I put an archery on you?

"Even though I won?

"I'll put an archery on you. Tightly."

Her sword was more beautiful than anything else. The most beautiful family of swords to inherit Ray, inherited the moves, and the figure is extraordinary if he is to be beautiful as well. Not faster than Brad, not stronger than Warren. Still, she had an unscrupulous move alongside these two.

And strong leadership. Charisma pulling everyone. Everyone was attracted to her as well as beauty. However, she doesn't have that consciousness. That's a little troublesome.

"Come on, let's go, Warren!

"No."

Just a little, special treatment that stings. Few things hold something there.

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"Let's go outside!

Sudden suggestion. The young swordsmen open their mouths at once.

"I want to try our, Lucitanian moves!

Her house lost Ray's name when the then Lord went outside. Ray is Lucitanian guardian, 'now' is so defined. If we deviate from that...

"No, Brenda. Lucitanian warriors must not go outside."

"Don't you want to try your powers?

"It's..."

But the younger ones had the same feeling. Daily drilling, where the place to show it off is in you, just once a year festival. I understand some number, all, some sort of sequence in Lucitania. But not in the world. In Lucitania, even in the middle, in the world - yes, I thought.

"I'm going!

No one else could waver in Brenda's words.

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"... not bad. Encourage."

"Yes!"

A point that was never given to the father at one time. Warren, whose breasts are elevated undeniably to the words of her famous grandfather. There was no mistake in my thoughts that day. I am Lewis. He's the one who connects. Through the sword, to connect one day to another...

"Warren, he brought me dinner because he overcooked it."

"That kid?

"Look, that kid. That kid. A well aware child. Oh, I want her to come."

Warren with his neck to the words of his mother, who slipped his face in the workshop. I can't think of the person in question. Even though it's such a small settlement in the first place, he didn't have many friends who were oligarchy.

"Brenda, isn't it? You won't be able to cook."

That's what Warren said and went back to work. Correct, to connect Lewius, refine every day, drill every day, and, one day, tell him. Of this world, thank you.

Beyond that time...

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But at the end of the day, pushed off by Brenda, the Warrens will step outside Lucitania into the world they call the outside world. They know where it is. They know their world, what they had thrown away by being closed, in reverse hands.