Tower of Karma

It's nearly the first time in twenty years that Anatole has dived the gates of the Gudier family. He was once a famous family in a famous house that had the largest gatekeeper in Nederdam and brought a number of samurai to the Academy of Arts and Sciences and to the battlefield. Anatole also dived this gate to learn spears again.

"The grip is shallow!

"No!? Sorry!"

"What the hell is wrong with you?! Put your hips in or your hips!

"It's very convincing even if Grandpa tells you to."

"Well, you can afford to slap a slap in the mouth. Shall I add ten sets of basics?"

"Ugh, usu!

"It's not a scrupulous job. You put too much effort into your shoulders."

"Ugh!

I remember being baptized in the same way and leaving crying. I was confident in the shape, but I was shocked if I still had advice that I didn't know at the time, such as good makeup, trying to do too well, heckling, etc. Likewise, it brings back memories of me crying home with Jean, who was told that I relied too much on scruples, skanks, power, etc.

"... Phew."

Anatol returning refreshments and heels. There was a trauma of a young day, something that an out-of-the-box fool could not do.

(Still, it won't be a week yet. Already, you were quite planted. Well, I'm trained by that lady and the old haughty grandfathers. It can be done well. You endure so well without escaping. In a few moments, I'll try to come back and see)

It was concluded that anatol could not be evaluated at this stage. If those who are also called celebrities shake the basic mould, the bottom unknown depth will emerge. For those who see the basics only as a base, that's just a long way off. With that thought, that training would be pointless.

Even children can do it if they just snooze around.

"Stay in the mould, break the mould, or -"

Anatole smiled, saying it was good to get in early after a return trip before winter.

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Old, harsh, with no results. I was disgusted by the way the Gudier family was raised and everyone left. Silvi, the real daughter and the last hope of the Gudier family, also barely returned from the dormitory of the Academy of Arts and Sciences, and the wide dojo was only there for one.

"Phew."

Claude Lewis waves a spear. Auditorium, which lasted from early morning to evening with a pinch of meals, followed by voluntary practice. There is no audition in action at one time. mould, mould, mould, and only four basic ones. I don't like it if I repeat this much, but it stains my body. Flowing acts, no staring, spears dancing.

"No."

Two weeks, I just moulded it.

"Not at all, no"

It will be perfectly visible beside you. The approximate go here for the next stage. But Claude wasn't at all satisfied. I'm sure that was worn with the old Nedeluxe because I always kept looking at the back of a man looking to be ahead of perfection. New and old, yet wearing.

There is no point in repeating the same thing. To the extent that the snail remains the same, devise an idea.

If you've captured the flow perfectly, you're in your own realm from where it is.

'Optimal solutions vary from person to person so that there are no identical people. You can't be strong just by imitating people. "

For those of you who practice, it's a prank. A mould that even children can do. That's why if I could get my color out here, it would be my spear. drilling for it. The agony of finding yourself in the same behavior.

Now, that was more fun than anything for Claude right now. There were few opponents to refer to, and I could only imitate a respected man. Not now. Surrounded by many spears. There are countless choices, all you can choose. Even this tiny mould doesn't have the same color as anyone else.

He just enjoyed his exploration of some colors.

Not yet. Not yet.

seep out little by little, color.

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Snow-covered Nederdam.

"I thought it was something I ran away from."

Every year, two weeks before and after the end of the year, the dormitories of the Academy of Arts are closed. It was also the custom of Nederks to keep a house with a large mansion for those whose parents were far away, etc.

"Oh! The man who guided me!

"You kept the Inhuman, Mother!

"Oh, Sylvie didn't even know that."

A hustle and bustle dojo. About ten spears were gathered at the Gudier family, including Dion.

Look at Tirza's face staring at the hustle and bustle. Claude and Silvi turn into upright immobilization.

"I'll take care of you for a while. This is boring stuff, though."

"Um, you're Ivan Brusheek. I hear it's a good spear. You can't even preach teaching to someone who's not a gatekeeper, but the dojo should be used as you like. Claude."

"Usu!"

"Behind you, as usual"

"Ugh!"

Claude walks away from the dojo with a spear as it is. Some mocked Claude, who seemed to be handled in disgust. But Sylvie wasn't the only one laughing, she was carrying a question mark. With regard to the spear, the mother never said anything about it as usual.

At least I never had that kind of guidance.

"Everyone, let me show you the basic mould just once. You can do whatever you want afterwards."

Below Silvi, looking at the moulds of everyone, Tirza left the dojo intact. without any bitterness. This is also a stunning act for Silvi, who knows her mother.

"Something's wrong with my mother."

"Really?

"Everybody's never said anything to me before, anyway."

"Doesn't that mean you've improved?

"It doesn't matter who did the basic mould in the first place, does it? More than that, seniors, today is the day I will let you win. My goal is to help you."

"Mm-hmm. I don't mind. Just be careful, if that statement was in front of your mother, it would kill you. Because you're stronger than me."

"... I'm dying for you to put on an archery"

"You're an ambitious man. Yes, Ivan is. I can't help but talk to the public when the spears are aligned with the geese neck. Shall we spear them quickly? Let's do a winning battle, gunning."

After Dion's decree, they immediately moved into action. The sound of a good economy makes a wooden spirit in the dojo. It had disappeared from anyone's head, such as an incandescent dojo, about someone doing a mould arch behind it.

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Plenty of spear matching and delightful Silvi. It's been a long time since I've had a home, about my mother who was in strange shape, etc. The other side of my memory. The spear shook well. Things are upward, too. Dion took one today, but I took it back and beat it exactly three times.

And now my mother thinks so, too - the way out to my room, trying to pass behind the dojo, I saw.

"... why"

In Dion's story, I've only been here a month and a little bit, and I'm a beginner. Yet there can be no such thing as an initial step, or a vision of a spear turning into a flame.

"Next, Thunderbolt type"

"Ugh!

Mother doesn't even try to see herself. I left it there until I saw it. To focus on fostering Claude, who is an Inhuman, even without everyone who was there.

The eye dwelt a color that had never been directed at me at one time.

"Not sharp enough!

"Usu!"

Vision is thunder. Sharp, sharp thunder light itself. No matter, fire and thunder still look faint, to say the level. Far from celebrity arts. But how long did it take you to get to that 'faint'? And a satisfied self there and an unsatisfied Inhuman man.

"Wind doesn't make sense to make it fast to the dark clouds. It's just one side, all speed ranges, if you're free but windy. Water, not yet. Only refined."

"Ugly."

"But let's raise the point of fire and thunder"

"Ugh, usu. Light up."

Living in Silvi's chest is anger. I was never praised by my mother. Even if she kept taking the best at the Academy, she didn't say one thing. And yet the Inhuman Man did a little of the initial steps, just because he did it a little better, and he gets praised, and so on and so on...

"Inhumans, compete with me!

"... is good. Yahoo!?

Tirza's "Instruction" bursts and claude hits the ground.

"Claude keeps moulding. Silvi, you've grown strong. You can tell that by looking at it. But can we show the mould in front of him? As the one in charge of Nedeluxe spears, are you confident in showing your shameless spears?

"Well, that's... but if it's in action"

"We discussed the Renault de Chatenier, who defeated the Black Knight, engaged with Banjamans, Galerius and many samurai, and survived the defeat, though it did. Fighting Jean, half dead, he still survived. Can you do that? Silvi La Gudier. You say that spear match in action. But let me tell you, it's only the children's play of those who don't know the real battlefield."

Tirza takes words without turning her face to Silvi.

"There is no growth in things that are adequate to the status quo"

There's no point in being the best.

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Silvi left the scene silently. Claude shows interest for the first time on its back. Something is running out. It's just my back, but something like me, seeps out.

"... you seem happy about something, Master"

"Add a hundred sets of wind and water"

"Hih!?

"Reply"

"Ugh, usu!

In the corner of Nederks, the wind was starting to blow.

Something changes. Something is born. Something - revives.