Tower of Karma

In the early morning, mould so much that the snow at your feet melts. Silvi, who saw Claude, moulded elsewhere in case, Dion, who caught sight of Silvi's change, saw Claude and still works in mould archery elsewhere in the same way. The place of the Trinity, but do it in the same shape.

Basic ki. Days to be sure of that.

Will you be absolutely satisfied until he is satisfied? I didn't even say a word. There is not enough interaction to develop a sense of rivalry. And yet, I wonder why.

I don't want to lose to this guy, he said.

"What is it all of a sudden?

The juniors and their contemporaries looked at them with a surprised look. Now, what does it mean to repeat such fundamentals? Regardless of the inhuman amateur, there is no reason why they would think so when they are at the stage of dropping their developmental form into their own form.

This is definitely a long way off.

Too far-fetched, roundabout. Harsh talk to young them about understanding it, etc.

That's why...

"... why, so much"

Responsibilities of those who show with their backs but are guided.

Two geniuses over the winter. Originally, they were the ones with unplanned foundational power in their generation, but clearly had increased their accuracy after a winter. Spearships that are also apparently felt to be of different levels in the eyes of the young people. Even in the same fire no shape, Silvi burns violently and Dion smokes loosely. Totally different, the color of the spear is out.

Smells from where it is, strength.

The colors of the Trinity are overflowing. Yes, of the Three.

"He hasn't, because it hasn't been six months,"

At the end of Silvi's gaze and Dion's gaze, the rising firepillar blows like a spear. Shortly before winter, the immature spear-wielding boy, who was only a toy from the spear Nedeluxe, swallowed the harsh and sometimes irrational instruction everyone avoided to make it his thing.

"There's nowhere else to turn on."

"Nostalgic back."

"He's a good shaped guy, buried on the battlefield. There's so much rotting... there wasn't a single bad shaped Trinity. Successful, strong people go up. We had no strength."

"Those kids have it"

The old men saw a nostalgic view on their backs.

As immature as it is yet, undoubtedly the secret and radiance where it is is is reminiscent of that era, I think more clearly when I look at the face of a boy who still does not even hold a piece of sufficiency.

Claude Lewis' mould, visible in simple motion, my spear.

Seeing Silvi or Dion was immature, it wasn't just a surprise at the speed of learning that I learned an intense rush. If you punch that into only four shapes, it will be quite good. The problem lies ahead, with some not getting in no matter how repetitive, and others going beyond in just one winter.

They got the hunch, no, and certainty of that breakthrough.

Not ourselves in Nedeluxe, but those from other countries get to it. In a much shorter period than ourselves, one step ahead of ourselves. So I hurried. I wanted to change the status quo. The hunch was that the encounter brought them up all winter.

They raise each other without crossing spears. Intense hostility. The thought of not wanting to lose.

"Not yet, not yet"

Silvi and Dion float blue muscles when they hear that statement. With all this awareness, that Inhuman still works for a dialogue with himself. I'm really not satisfied with one thing. More ahead, more, more - that laugh is stuff like that.

"Have you come out? Nice, nice vibe."

Anatole smiles as she was sneaking around to see how things were going. Some sprout in monstrosity, anomaly, ten years, others only once on the battlefield. One of the 'two' thrust through even in his knowledge really transformed a lot in just one fight.

Where everyone knows the growth that follows. But I don't know the world yet.

"To where?"

"Usu...... Huh?

I replied thinking they would tell me to go on more, but Claude would be in heaven with the opposite words.

"Let's give all three of them four shapes, all of them a point. Brilliant."

I've never even seen Silvi, my daughter, say more than Tirza rarely praises people. There was confusion before rejoicing that the praise was directed at me, even though it was a trio.

"I'll tell you something first, it doesn't even help shit in action, such as typology. If you're going to use it as it is, it's less than shit."

"... yeah"

To a sudden curse, the boy who spent the whole winter on it was the thought of his back crushing.

"But all Nedeluxe spears are derived from these four. These four are the roots. It is also a good idea to learn only branch leaves. Maybe that's the shortest. It may be more useful, and hence more meaningful, for a country to devote time to military or other matters than to take time to roots that have nothing to look at. Not that I'm doing it the right way."

Tirza smiled at the three of them.

"Still, I believe that I should be a great tree with the Three Kings, and I can only deal with those who have that potential. I want them to be strong, unwavering, firmly rooted in the earth, and come out with their own colors. With that heart, I'm holding the spear here."

"... Mother"

"Silvi, I authorize you to go out on the battlefield. As a Gudier, I ask you now for a battle without shame. Wave your spear fully."

"... Yikes!

Mother's words I've always wanted. I'm happy to be admitted, forcing myself to tighten the look that makes me feel like I'm going to be dusted. Nothing has started yet. I haven't done anything yet.

"Claude."

"Usu!"

"I don't want to strengthen you, the Inhuman. Step aside from your heart. Today, I saw the shadow of the late Grandfather Zeng on your back. Just a few moments I saw it in my childhood, that created me today. I want your spear to be something like that. I hope so."

"Ugh, usu."

"Only refined. Not yet."

Tirza's laugh. Some relieved color included there. The old men who knew her better than in their childhood were smiling when they saw it. He drilled his spear after the illusion of Tigre, a celebrity, and hit a wall he couldn't get beyond himself. Where she searched for a way to raise those who could be transcended.

Instruction that only authenticity can understand, only authenticity can follow.

Nobody followed me. Even my real daughter, it doesn't arrive in good faith. It's not like it's going to change. And best of all, my immature. If you look at the real thing, you can't tell it in one shot. The fact that Tigre was so accommodating and made in a short time...

The load went down today. The same emotions were swirling in her as the tears floating in some old men. All this time, there was nothing in this country. Lightly lost things because of just a few differences. Their spears speak eloquently that it came back.

"Spear Nedeluxe, huh?"

It is also visible in the eyes of Anatol.

"Inhumans, the four shapes are the foundations of the foundation, how it derives from here!

"That's right, Claude. You should start by deriving it from a relatively good mould. Would it be fire or thunder if it were you? Orthodox-derived flames, whatever they are, are out of shape, and what about fireworks and flames? Thunder also has violet lights, thunder lights, and a mixture of the two systems."

"Fire and all that shit!

"The recommendation is tiger, tiger!

There was a glimpse of the three lined up, of their former glory.