Tower of Karma

"And I can't believe it."

Everyone is stunned by the military justice judgment. It's not novel. Simple on top of that. Yet I won't let them do anything. Extinguish the opponent's strengths accurately and attack weak points thoroughly. It's the basics in the basics, but I can't figure out how to do it until I get to it. Keep poking at the other person's inverse, that the reading is out of the public.

"Already, Luya."

"Gustav. The view of the new Trinity is over. As expected, the connecting Trinity. It's" Red "with no decent people since" Red Dragon Ghost ". There are no more talent in the Nederks right now than they were picked up in Estado the other day and quickly replaced. We'll prune it."

"... Seriously"

"What am I supposed to do?

"Herbert broke through the center with his father in the main offense. It's okay, if this is all the collapsed armies, all you have to do is push and disintegrate. With Admiral Bernhardt, we're all set."

"Osvalt, naturally."

"Shall we begin, then? The timing of the assault is just as usual, and I'll give the order."

"Aye, division chief. Use it well."

"Yes, sir."

I came all the way here under Jan's direction.

In the process, he also won trust from the Admiral. Now the conditions are in place.

All you have to do is, answer each other.

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It was also an incredible sight for the Nederks side, and understanding was not keeping up. All hitter hitters are made bad hands, and whatever you think about it, you get behind it. If we don't think about it, and we do something like that, it becomes a more tragic development.

"... what do we do? What should we do?

"My lord, the enemy army. It's Bernhardt!"

"That's why I said it. The Sanguyen must serve as I do. Dear Youser, I'm sorry."

General Sword breaking through the center in the shape of a ghost. And his son, Herbert.

"The center is for us to take! Your Excellency, stand back!

"But you can't stop Lintblum's blood"

"Shall we have three nobles before we leave here! Let's go, Anatole!

"I'll be right back."

"... sorry"

If you don't support the center, the young braves will burn their lives.

"Take that sword, General, and slap it on the crazy Jean!

"... oh yeah. It was a monstrous surface."

Nedeluxe the Spear, jump into the battlefield wondering if it will be made after nothing can be done.

Sanguyen retreated and tried to escape across Roulya to Franderen.

"Go, Gustav"

"Aye wow!

The 'Spear of War' runs as if it had targeted that aspect. I was totally aiming. Jan's spear explodes where it emerges.

"Anatol! Head backwards! Don't let Sangu die!

But you did.

"Whose son do you think I am!? One or two of your predicaments, a dragon would make you jump over it!

"... I understand!

Anatole hurries to the rescue. The leg was never a slow thing. Quick decision, good thoughts. Still, Jan's timing won.

"I'm sorry, I..."

"Oh, wow!

Luxurious assault. 'Spear of War' in excellent condition to burst. It was an instant thing. Gustav penetrated, and in less than ten seconds, the neck of the three nobles fell upon the universe.

"Ki, you!

"Ooh, anatol. I'm sorry."

Slight lag. Repentant but unrepentant lapse. Anatol's spear runs.

"I'm in great shape right now!

It blew it up, and Anatole danced through the universe again. It is an incredible force. I don't have it, the truth about the battlefield. They always show themselves that power is justice.

I hear heartbreaking noises. My spears don't pass on the battlefield.

"Fuck, whoa, whoa, whoa!

The man who inherited the dragon also jumped again. The aim is the Admiral, Bernhardt's neck.

"Forgive me, young man. This is war again. Yours is not a dragon."

Intertwining a blow that hasn't become a special, Bernhardt beats a man to the ground who couldn't be a dragon. In the process, I severed my leg, which is the life of a samurai.

"That man's spear made us who we are."

"Shit, shit!

The prevailing Arcadian army. It was only one division leader who ruled it out.

"sweep"

"I understand, Father!

"He's a general and division chief, Herbert."

"Su, excuse me, General Bernhardt!

A ravaging play that colors its triumph. Now Nedeluxe has lost all its strongholds beyond Roulya. The territory finally devoured by the three nobles of the golden generation is back. At many sacrifices, after many defeats, there is this now. The more I know about the old days, the more emotional the sight.

"... Herbert"

"What is it, my lord?"

"You were right. Maybe that man is tomorrow in Arcadia."

"... I think so too. I'm sure."

"You go on, too. If you're Osvalt, if you're my son, keep eating."

"Yes!

Herbert moved out for an exhilarating and complete victory. Seeing its backs, watching Gustav rampaging around, and seeing the conductor man staring at them, Bernhardt nods. I had such a feeling that the Golden Age of Arcadia would begin in their generation.

It did happen, at this time.

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A neat face, saggy, flushed dark hair. Boasting a flesh that is not only long and golden, but also intelligent enough to be said to have no one lined up in the country, the perfect man looks intrigued and ahead in the footsteps of the first battle, Arcadia's historic pleasure.

"Interesting"

"Look at the map. What's so funny?"

"Dino, you're strong, but that's all. That's all that's good, but when you reach your limits, just like Master Che, you'll end it."

Dino on a young day that ends. I am used to being told by this man, but in front of me the seniors of Campeador are in full swing, naturally speaking in the presence of Che, what I don't care about is about Theo.

"It's a beautiful chess score. He's poking the exact opposite of his opponent. This accuracy, not just reading or taking into account. Necessary information was collected as much as necessary and allowed to be filled without waste with minimal information. Information-gathering is something that loses so much freshness that it takes time and people. Really great. They would have felt enchanted. This is what I want to fight for, too."

"Laro, it's good to be sloppy, but seniors, you're pretty pissed off"

Called Laro, the beautiful sturdy smiled when he saw his best friend Pinot, who had been bitter.

"Why?

"There's a respect, isn't there?

"None. I salute only those who are stronger than me. Big Campeador or his brother, that's about it in the country. And it's a personal martial arts for both sides, and under the military law, I win. When I talk about military law, even the Great Campeador is useless. I have respect for you at sea, Pinot."

Rallo strokes all manner of reverse scales and smiles as usual. This man is doing everything at this rate. Anyway, I don't do anything to say I'll wrap it in something.

"Watch your mouth, kid"

And that outrage...

"You can beat me if you want to shut me up. Take it in any field and stand."

If you are this man, you are forgiven. Everyone pushes silence. No matter how dignified the attitude, no matter how disrespectful the speech was, the man who said Rallo screwed it all up with results, with strength, pushed it aside, and grabbed his current position. Many see him as the next fierce day when he is young, more talented than anyone else, and perfectly performs any task.

Successor of El Sid, the man who unites Campeador...

"Hmm, so talented, I should have gone to the King's Council, too."

"Did you want to compete?

"No, yeah, there's that, too, but I thought we could have talked more interesting than that. If he were this man, he could have attacked and destroyed Nederks from both sides. It's a shame, but I guess the aim is Ostberg. If so, I can't give it to you. Too bad."

I don't know what this man is looking at. No one on this occasion can share it. So Laro doesn't even want to explain it to them one by one. Thousands of words for things you don't understand, but you don't. I understand. I'm just curious.

"Laro, can you beat Jan von Zeekt?

In the young, only Laro was allowed to be associated with the King's Council.

"Theo, it's a stupid question. I don't know. I thought you'd like to see me."

That's because he's the trump card in the real sense.

I hid this talent from the world to blow out the last remnants of Nedeluxe with this card.

"That said, I'm also a bad bat at staying one step led. Right, Dino, Theo, hang out. Thanks to Arcadia, the conditions are in place to drag out the Three Kings. It's time to hunt."

"Conditions?

Dino floats a question mark. Laro smiled softly.

"National prestige exalted. The only way to force up a chance depressed by defeat is to win. Arcadia was created a difficult attitude by pinching Lulya. St. Lawrence is a trauma to them, and the pirates of the North Sea just rowed out into the ocean after observing the shitty air. Then nature and the opponents to fight against are squeezed by us. If we create an atmosphere where we can win, they'll come out."

"The Last Golden Generation"

"The target is' Double Black ', who lost a single wing."

"Haha, you're flashy. Hey!

I didn't show Laro at the King's Council. Arcadia thus showed the world the gift of saying Jan, but Estado will defeat the last castle of the rival nation, which was always above us with its own hands. The world learns of the perfect Campeador, the Rallo Sid Campeador of "Fierce Iron".

Jan and Laro. The different places, both of which were human resources that could become national signs. Every ability came together in a high dimension, and vice versa, it was harder to find a reason why it couldn't be. Still, the two of them are only a few lines in later history books.

Both go ahead from here, raise a great deal of martial arts, but stop where they are.

He disappeared from the surface stage for a long time after being locked up in the north due to one incident. One greatly shredded the opportunity itself to fight due to the weakening of the biggest enemy, Nederks, and finally suffered defeat before two gods, Rudolph and Rheinberga, in full season.

They were blessed with talent and loved by the battlefield, but not by the times.