Tower of Karma

Claude arrived at Nederdam, king of Nederks. A shape that managed to arrive before the arrival of an authentic winter, while the snow also glistened. Latitude is little different from that of Arkas, so it was still somewhat cold for the Ulterior-grown Claude.

"It's not like Ulterior, and it's not like Arkas,"

"Mm-hmm, because history is different. Not to mention Garias, it was only recently for Nederks that even Arcadia now has a royal family. I've come this far with the designs of the day and the designs of the present, with the joints and joints. And you can see the golden days of the superpowers everywhere."

It was the younger generals of the same generation who welcomed Claude near Spirce. It creates an atmosphere that is very difficult to capture, even if it is a constituent of "black" because it wears black armor.

"No, I don't know what to say, flashy,"

"Arcadia and Ostberg feel that the quality is rigid, and Garias seems to be equally flashy but on a strong rational side. In that regard, a long time ago Nedeluxe made me say things to gold anyway because I built a box thing with a bang... aside from good and bad"

"I like it."

"I don't really like you."

"Oh, really?"

Claude felt smug that he would not engage with this man at all.

"It's time to arrive. It's a house you'll take care of."

"Oh! I've been waiting! - I'm gonna make you strong here!

"Haha, I'd love for you to do your best. This is a great place to learn about the history of the Nederks, and there's got to be a lot to learn."

Claude, who was encouraged to work hard and was ashamed of herself for not wanting to engage.

"... you were a good guy, you"

"My disrespect is falling."

"Excuse me. Excuse me. Come excited...... whoa!? It's a super big mansion! No way."

"That's no way. Come on, you should come say hello. I'll say goodbye here."

"Thanks! Uh, and what's your name?

Claude getting off the carriage. The carriage runs out on its ass.

"I greeted you first, but, well, you don't even have to remember each other. He'll be gone soon anyway."

The man stared at Claude as he entered the mansion. I've seen him train in cluttered moulds on the road. At this age, there is no way ahead. And that house is also a house that doesn't tolerate the clutter that I said so. The spear Nedeluxe told me that there was a house and a famous house.

And now there is not a single young inner disciple, it is also a house in the glory of the past.

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"Lower your hips! My knees are stiff! Stiff fingers, too! It's all stiff!"

All the pointers are in spear pattern. How many times have I been hit?

"Close your elbows!

Claude gets hit hard on the elbow as much as he wants and makes tears.

Yesterday, the mould arch was repeated in the dojo co-located in the mansion from the moment of arrival. I haven't fought in action once. However, the four shapes are repeated repeatedly, and counting them is also made to repeat to the point of a hundred million hijackings. The pointing out is the pattern of the spear, her valve that teaches me not to remember if it hurts.

"Ten sets of fire, thunder, wind and water through your head. Always be aware of treading the earth, the earth."

Hitting the spear on the floor signals. Claude starts moulding...

"Don't flutter your head!

Claude continued to wave his spear as he was hit hard in the head and crying as he wished.

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Do I look like a Gudier?

"Nedeluxe, I hear you're a famous family who gave birth to three nobles with a spear."

"Excuse me. From what to what, me, always taking care of you."

"Never mind, Claude."

'Oh no... I'll make sure I live up to my expectations! I will never forget this grace!

"Haha, you really don't have to worry about it"

It is the face of a man who is the father, brother and greatest benefactor of his heart that he remembers.

You should have noticed the pranky colors behind that laugh.

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"Oh, hell. This is it."

The severity of the instruction of the current lord, Tirza La Gudier, was a well-known fact throughout Nederks. Combined with the arduous instruction escaped by several inner disciples and the many who question the still old way of beginning in the mould and ending in the mould, and the fact that this house has not produced a strong samurai for some time, it was seen as a 'finished famous house' where young, new inner disciples would cease and only the old men would remain.

"It starts in a mould, it ends in a mould, it only does moulds... more than anything else, it hurts my whole body"

Claude thrown into such a house. Claude finally understood what "goodbye" meant by that black man who knew it. I guess he thought he was getting away. In fact, all I want to do is run away. Anyway, tough, repeat of the same thing.

I don't feel strong in my current state.

"But there's a place that that guy picked for me, but there is."

So what I had managed to stomp on was the point that William had arranged this house on purpose. I see why that pranky grin is. But I don't know why I dared choose this place. So I decided to stay here until I found out about it.

Above all, Claude hasn't come to the land feeling light enough to escape like this.

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"What about this kid?

"Huh! There's no way I can wield Nedeluxe's spear against the exotic!

"Where am I?

"Well, this is Gudier's dojo."

"I'm starving."

I thought you said you had breakfast earlier.

"... what the hell"

Just a view of what I call a pack of old people. Claude stood still.

"Um, Mr. Tilza"

"Normal"

Quickly, instruction got slapped in the butt. A claude that quickly becomes a teardrop on a sharp spear.

"It's the predecessor. Respect."

"Yes. But what are those people who can't even stand on their feet?"

"Spear, stand."

Claude took the fire no-shaped structure with reflection. Day three of wearing it here, it's already been conditioned and cut. But that's not surprising. It's just a setup, and...

"Fire no type, start"

What did they get into? That's all I get my eyes on.

"" "" Phew "" "

Amazingly proficient movement. How the hell did they repeat it? Tirza's mould was amazing, too. However, its thickness and location are not comparable. It's not fast either. I'm not strong either. But the thickness that appears to be there is what Claude was looking for.

"Ah, yabe."

Claude, who was blinded by the movements of the old men, tries to move out of fear of 'guidance'.

"Claude, you have to be careful. A little now would be the time when the eyes can discern the advantages and disadvantages. And look at it. The glorious, golden generations."

Smooth, colorful from mould to mould, beautiful anyway.

It amazes me how different people are even in the same type. Sometimes you can be visionary of a crimson flame, sometimes you can look pale. Some things are intense, some things are mild. As with other moulds, what comes to mind is the person's life. The years I've been piling up.

"Oh, I sauntered my hips"

Some were going through, but Claude was impressed anyway.

"How about that! This is the Nedeluxe!

"... No, seriously, that's awesome. I'm impressed."

"... oh well, that's rare for young kids"

"Take care of it. Approximate eyes. It was also conveyed to me that I saw it. I'll take that one. It's similar to the one in" Double Black. "That's a lump of taste."

"Look, I want to see the mould, so try it"

"Ugh, usu!

And when Claude starts moulding, a few seconds later...

"Shit!"

"Then I'll kill you, kid!

"It's hard to see."

Claude still waved his spear in tears at Tirza's face-losing mentoring storm.

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A place where geniuses from all over Nederks are gathered and their arms brushed, the Academy of Arts. The place of drilling for the chosen person who is allowed to be admitted to the hospital after a letter of recommendation and an awesome multiplier test for the namesake dojo there. More than a hundred captains have been confirmed since the first assignment just to get in here, and everyone is going to be here.

Of course, there are advantages and disadvantages.

"Next, please!

Five boys younger than anyone on this occasion brought down a boy that would be on top.

Look at it and keep an eye out for the

"You're a brilliant spear, young man."

He belonged to the former Nederks Army and was now Anatole, deputy head of the Black Mercenary Corps.

"Out of Shirai, the taste is clear, and eventually it will reach Sanguyen."

"Ivan Brusheek. Let's remember"

"Haha, you would also be motivated to say that I was remembered by that 'Ship Arm' anatol. Because it's the wind or the arm of the ship, the most powerful spear man in Laurencia."

"I just survived. Now that many are dead, there will be no point in it."

"When I was here, I didn't have any particular doubts."

"Normal can say that because he doesn't know how to stray after that."

When I was here, I was treated like a genius. So much so that we all thought we were closer to the Trinity than Jean, who used a rough, strong spear that was seen as the same genius. But in action, on the battlefield, he found out. He said his spear for beauty didn't go through, and that it was power like Jean that dominated the battlefield.

"I wasn't prepared to pierce the spear. That's what I'm talking about."

Anatole mocks herself.

"Still, you're here now. Make a name for yourself as" Ship's Arms. "

"... right. Oh, that kid won again. Next kid, ho!

"That's your eye high. Ivan is a genius, too, but, yeah, that kid is a genius. Jumped through. Probably the boy closest to the Trinity among the young people today. I also have practical experience."

"Snake type, its development form? Use interesting spears"

"Dion Langley, of unknown origin, but rumor has it that one of Lord Diace's men, the 'Snake', was the child left on the land, Lord Diace after his parents died on assignment, and after his death, Lord Fenke of 'Black' took care of him. There's a lot going on here, from both sides."

"Oh, so the military also gave way to that Lord Diace,"

"That's what I'm saying. Qualifications will be twelve minutes."

Dion overwhelms Ivan and builds up a furious victory from there. The phantom spear is hard to grasp and hard to catch. Of all the geniuses gathered here, it is clearly missing. It's not a battle. We were called geniuses and we didn't get out this far at the Academy of Arts.

"Pretty much accurate, huh?"

"Yeah, and the other one -"

It was one girl who stood up against Dion's word "next".

"... I see she is"

"Yeah, Sylvie La Gudier. The tiger has risen."

With a fierce grin, Dion and each other, no, slightly dominant movements. Tiger's claw fangs are as strong as spears. Little remains to know now, but her spear resembled that of her ancestors, Tigre. However, there is a significant difference in its completeness.

"The future of Nederks is bright, too."

"... I hope so"

Anatole questions the intricate look on the part of a man with a face that doesn't float somewhere, a teacher who himself was taught. Something's hooked. He's the only one who's grown a lot of spears.

"... but have you been in action long since I came to visit"

"Japanese archaeology is not popular today, and in fact, he says it's stronger to work out in action. It does work. The children can also grow lazily and show results on the battlefield. You can't say no."

"... I see"

Anatole laughs when she sees the face of a man who is also her own master. It's funny because this is how a man who was so strong in mould archery has now lost pressure from people to work out in action, making them relax. It's changing for better or worse. Everything is different from when I was there.

If you've never been asked if there's any point in missing a typology yet, Anatole can't say yes aloud. It was always in action that I transformed, I was unconscious of the mould, and I became strong after a long time by breaking the mould. No one knows what was right.

The most powerful wolf on earth, of whom I am the Lord, would never have done a mould audition.

"It's time to spare you. Say hello to Jean, too."

"Well, um, I'll see you later"

"Yeah, bye."

Silvi's roar echoes. Indeed, the overall level is rising. The growth of the younger children in particular is remarkable. Working out in action, albeit pseudo, will be a great strength when you go into battle. I can't deny it. I can't, but I don't know why, this is what makes me feel lonely.