Tower of Karma

When I was called a genius, I came to be told by a fellow genius who was stupid serious and boring, yes the same genius. Spears are just as boring as personality. So weak, etc., the man was annoyingly pointing out. Now I suppose it was a reversal of expectations, but I couldn't afford to spot it at the time, and just honestly, I had received the word as it stood in denomination.

Because he understood it more than anyone else, and hated himself more so than anyone else.

No matter how seriously you take spear training, you can't catch up. On the contrary, it ceases to stretch as if from a certain line. He praises me for working hard enough, strong enough, but the man at heart is far away if he realizes...

Besides, he became an octopus and threw away his only spear, strong and fierce, which he admired, and began to aspire to a beautiful spear that didn't even look good on him. A spear that bends itself, a self that even loses it.

Since when, my heart stopped trembling at holding a spear.

White Knight, at the time defeated by a young man called the White Mask and lost one arm. The samurai life was turned down, losing sight of the meaning of living. Perhaps the state will not forgive itself for losing like no other. It was also a pleasure to be cut off, and I was on the battlefield with that in mind.

A group that was brilliant in that. On each end I caught a glimpse of something that was so coarse that neither side had it. Especially the fact that my heart swayed by the roaring female wolf vibe.

Before Kensei's bloodline turned me down and lost my mind - there was a world I didn't know.

Wolfe is an unsolicited man, a man who hates discipline and is opposite his freedom loving self. The people who gathered for it had the same temperament. Naturally, I can't tame myself. We won't be dating that long. Yes, I thought so.

Be free, bold, luxurious, and do your best to run through the present with them. A box that doesn't know what's next to pop up. It was only getting more fun to open it. It made it fun to fight them and at the same time my heart started to jump when I waved my spear.

I was able to face the spear with a fresh feeling, similar to when I was a kid.

Sometimes I lost it. Sometimes it hurt. There was always a chance to get out. But if you realize it, you're here now. As part of their wolf, they are waving spears as deputy commanders of the black mercenary regiment. Woohoo, what a heartbeat of that.

I received all sorts of things from them and I have what I am now. He painted a life that was serious and boring with a color that was more haunting than I could imagine. The gray campus is bright and colorful, and there are so many colors out there that you don't know what you're portraying.

I am clumsy, so I can't give back my thoughts. Since I only have spears, I should still be a spear in return.

It really makes my mind jump. It's a good day.

Probably the strongest now in my life.

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Shura, that's the only word I could find that describes Anatole right now. All approaching enemies are slammed, slapped, and snapped. Every time a spear cries, many bodies pile up.

"I'm sorry, but I'm gonna push through, wow!

"Tsk!"

Even the giant who was called the 'Spear of War' was no exception. Jan's command, the user of the Spear of War, must be fulfilled, even with its destructive power and execution.

(Damn, that's an unscrupulous order. Wow Jan, it was the last time)

Sink in front of the crying spear.

It pursued functionality, a foolish serious point of arrival, where it was equipped with something called functional beauty. Close to William's sword in a way, but his it's something deeper, the ultimate that only those who have rooted in spears can reach. This beauty is not born in William's sword.

Beauty was strength, and Anatole had reached the farthest frontier from himself. A tremendous detour, a stopover, which gave his spear the possibility, and a foolish training and obsession completed this spear. A spear, pale, pale.

"Come on, what's up! Anatole, deputy leader of the Black Mercenaries, is here!

Anatol moves after many setbacks. Even with only a few lives left, the hand with the spear will not stop as long as there is a future on its back.

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Nika stares at the direction where the Wolves would be on vacation after putting her son in cotempan in archaeology. I had a bad feeling about it before it started. Wolfe felt that, too. My own king feels something, everyone followed him, knowing it.

"You can lose, come home. 'Cause I'll lighten up the curse."

Unpleasantly sunny ethereal. I'm sure it's clear over there, too. Rainfall and cloudy seem more like ourselves. Snow is in great condition for that idiot.

"If you live, you can start over. So..."

Nika prays. That everyone will come home alive on a battlefield without themselves. You don't have to win. You can lose. If you're alive, you can start over and over again.

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Anatol's spear was the best finish. A spear that won't fade no matter how many hand injuries you suffer, and the strength to twist it out if you don't exhaust everything. Wounded, they didn't fall, they were all amazed at the tireless battle, awed, and...

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The challenger was gone.

Those wisely targeting the wolf herd ignored the anatols and went somewhat far early to follow their backs. Those who were not so obsessed and confident in their arms were challenged with anatol. All that remained were neither.

He was strong. My men, I lost everything and I had the strength to keep fighting.

(No enemies, no allies, no signs. Where am I now?

Anatol, who lost his sight due to the loss of blood, could not objectively observe the situation of standing alone in the sea of corpses. Gradually colder hands. Dead odor incensed from the feet.

I think I'm already dead, or I start to think so.

(Did Wolfe get away? Don't make Nika cry. Be sure to show them alive)

The role should have been fulfilled. I'm sure the wolf survived. That man can't die easily. I don't want you to die. Because if she dies, I'm sure she'll cry.

(That wedding was good. It was very, very beautiful. good, it was color)

You don't have to fight anymore. Hands with spears loose. Death slowly approaches me.

(Have I taken your place, Lord Ewen? Let's go over there now. I'll watch everyone live on that side, too. Heh, really, it's a good day. Go there now -)

Anatole put the spear down.

"Shit!"

I intercepted the imminent spear. I can't see, but I can see. The spear saw a dragon. Anatole couldn't hold back the spilling grin.

At the end of the day, I thought I could fulfill my purpose. But I haven't lived up to my true self as a samurai. There was a distant status quo to true satisfaction. I want to believe I could repay you, but Anatole's spear screams that that's not enough. It's also an element of laughter, because that self had become so greedy. It is a far cry from serious idiotic.

"Claude. You raised your arms even more."

"You taught me a lot. I appreciate it. So I'll take you down. Defeat, transcend, and go further!

"If you can do it, do it. I'm strong."

A young, talented samurai. I saw a young man on his spear, I saw a dragon. Seriously against appearance without the effort, I'm sure he's a talent going up there. That's why it tastes good either way.

Enough if we talk, even if we lose, it makes sense.

They took the stand at the same time. One is the Ryuno type, a form specializing in attack. One is a death-inducing mourning no-shape, and as a derivation from the 'wind', it's stopping by to attack. That's why the settlement will be reached soon. Is that one hand or two?

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"I gave it away."

"... I'll do it if the Inhumans lose"

"To a habit I never thought I would"

"I'll kill you, won't I?

Dion disperses as "frightened" by Sylvie's threats. I feel the air creeping into the confrontation between the two samurai. The air before the clash, where each other elevates each other. You'll see at this point. The difference between us now.

He deserves it today. I still can't get this air out myself. That's what I regret dying for.

Raphael watched it too. He thinks it's a stupid act. You don't have to bother letting them take your weapon, the person who was dead even if you let it go. A pointless act, still makes my chest squeal slightly. I'm sure that's because I haven't thrown out my samurai.

So I'm sure that now, being a samurai, she's more than capable of her own ratio.

The two moved out. At the same time, that spear staggers. Rafael has no idea how fast and ingenious it is, just how much information is amassing in one hand, or how much technology is coming together. What I can see is that the advantage is the anatol of full creativity.

Used, further difference opens. Still, it would be Claude's strength that devoured him. The difficulty of meeting so much with Anatole today is evidenced by the corpse falling at his feet.

The strength of three, four, and claude is real. But Anatole goes ahead.

Five hands, Claude's posture collapsed. Anatole's special, crying spear twists and runs through the enemies in front of him. Seeing it, Raphael had a dark desire. Win, Anatole. I hoped that I would win and try to get the man to have what I wanted.

Soon to be ashamed of it, all who were watching that one strike receive a moment of consternation.

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Anatole felt the special missed. Both retreat and dodge left and right naturally forward and crushed the best blow. That's why the facts you removed give Anatole an answer. He dodged either heaven or earth. Dodged up and down, not back, left and right.

And he's a dragon, and if he does...

"I'm gonna win. I'm gonna ah!

Anatole smiled. At the last moment, I thought my blow caught up with the back I'd been chasing. Lined up in Jean. I thought so. A satisfying blow, beyond which the opponent is sure to produce new colors.

I was able to help.

"Brilliant!

Spears pouring from heaven. A blow through the center of the chest and through the spine is the finest combination of destructive power and sharpness. Anatole smiled as she threw up blood.

(Today is a really good day)

Falling down anatol. I looked up at the roaring winner, and now it's time to let go of the spear.

(Now it's time to go over there. Oh, let's not compete for a long time before then, Jean. Now, I won't make you say it's boring. My spear, thanks to everyone, is really, really funny stuff and, it's done -)

Anatole of the Black Mercenary Regiment Deputy Commander "Cry Spear," scattered here.

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Rafael saw her face as Silvi and Dion and other Nederks forces raved. I didn't want to be in my sight right now. Because I knew what you looked like. I don't want to see it, even if I know it. Because that face is what I wanted it to be.

"Hey, hey, hey, you."

The look on Beatrice's face...

The name of Claude, the spear man who beat Anatole, will spread to the world.