Tower of Karma

Gustav, exposed to overwhelming force and on the verge of passing out. Still, the meeting continued with temper alone, engraving its name into everyone, regardless of enemy allies. He said he was a man who should spin into history as something that crossed with a genuine strakless.

I mean...

"It's over, then."

Strakles smiled pitifully. Well done. I've worked out so far. A little further, if we kept this motivation and continued to grow, there could have been a little further. That's a shame. It's a shame. Still, I'm a general, and I have to give up my greed and do it for my country.

Ahead - none.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha. After all, I don't know, all the time."

Struckles swayed heavily when he decided not to fight.

"So..."

Strakles' eyes captured hope in the broken 'Spear of War' eyes. The glow is not fading. It is not the eye of a broken man.

I feel uncomfortable.

What Strakles has always felt. Ever since this battlefield started, I don't think I've felt it. It's that unmasculine way I've seen it on the battlefield a few times. Today, only on this day. Rely on others and expect others to struggle.

Both Herbert and Gustav probably exceeded their limits today.

Would that man, that lad with no fever, ask others for it? Would you fight with that in your account? The answer is no.

Well, then...

"And then you, genius."

Gustav is terrific. It's too late.

It was also coming into Strakles' sight. Then a man slipped into his own pocket without a sign. At some point, there is still no heat in the eyes of the man who vacated the main unit and approached the protruding self without being distracted by anyone and reached in front of him.

"Jan von Zeekto!"

Strakless that can roar.

To this point, this man was the first to allow approaching without being distracted in front of him. Years after this battle, the same was true of the unblemished samurai who visited from the East, who broke into the royal palace in one case, but now it's only the first time.

But for Strakles, that didn't appear to be a threat, even if it was a surprise. I've seen that guy on the battlefield a few times. He's still strong, but not strong. That's what he said, the pinnacle. He was looking at contradictory thoughts. Perhaps that's the same sentiment as El Sid who hasn't even seen it or Welkin Getrix who wasn't interested. He has no fever. Therefore, it does not arrive.

Laro still has the fever of a warrior at his root. Keep it down. He stands. So the battle against 'Double Black' attracted interest. It wouldn't be my fault that I felt the pain in Laro that I hadn't even seen. Compared to that, I still don't feel anything for this guy, even though it came right in front of me.

It doesn't reach me. That was still there. Close to certainty, feeling.

Jan to his own time. Enemy allies, few will be aware. As for its cleverness, I still can't shake the heavens and the earth no matter what.

"You can't beat us."

"... to cover it up, I'm here"

For a moment, there is zero faint heat from its eyes. Strakles crushes the thought of saying it's a waste, and does everything in his power to free himself of that faint heat without cutting off the signs of change.

The power to destroy everything was unleashed by Jan.

Swinging down from the top. Something you can't even call a move that crushes enemies with the highest power.

"This is your graveyard!

Jan has a receptive attitude. Just seeing that convinced Strakles of the victory. No, no one doubted Strakles' victory. Because it was too weak and too loose a structure. Of overwhelming force, before destruction, it is only a lightning in front of the wind.

A view of destruction that everyone believed in. Everyone saw, a moment ahead of us.

"Different."

Jan denies it.

This is your graveyard.

The moment Jan's sword touched him, the orbit of Strakless's great sword slipped away. It is an impossible sight. Strakles himself, I don't know what they did. The moment I touched him, I didn't feel the power. I just had a faint touch. That overturned the principles of the battlefield.

Destroyed the idea of a giant star.

"I decided to step over you and live this world with her!

Jan von Zeekt has no heat on the battlefield. Unlike Laro, there is no such thing. But just because it wasn't on the battlefield didn't mean it didn't have any other heat. Struckles, the great general, is what El Sid, the symbol of the martial arts, would never have expected. Welkin 'Getrix would laugh a lot and happily say "pierce" with his shoulders in his arms so he could be his friend.

Its name is Love. The emotion that was holding him back, bursting into the battlefield, blew that of 'black gold' as an atmosphere. It is an incredible sight. Instead of preventing Strakles' special attack, cutting off the void with all his might, the body of a giant star became, for a moment, a corpse.

Just one hand, a giant star died.

"Bye, I guess."

Beyond the understanding of Strakless, who has reigned at the apex, the moves of a man who burns himself to love can be carried out.

Genius, there's no other word to describe it. He was able to do it from the beginning. "All operations, not just martial arts, are timing," Jan says. Capture the only point where it can be found, and if you do so, it will be the best result. He can see that point. From the beginning, I had the eye to find it. So he threw Zeke's sword, which he inherited from his father, into the garbage, and he arrived in our own way.

A sword that wears dots. The best and swordsmanship. The sword of genius was there to mock the accumulation over the years and poke at you that you were wrong, this is the right answer.

Later it resembled the sword handled by Lorraine de Lucreur, but he only approached it using his natural dexterity, the softness of each joint. William also stays ahead by prefetching until he presses near the dot before the force reaches its maximum.

Jan is different. Jan's sword requires neither dexterity nor foresight. Only wear one point: here it is. I don't even need strength. Right now, only Jan has this talent on the continent. There was once another. Only Tigre and Welkin face to face with him who really knows what that looks like.

Kirinko, once the strongest, has the same talent as' White God 'Schauhausen.

Focusing only on the martial arts, he would have easily grasped heaven. God didn't only give him that greed, but now he wants it. pseudo, driven by necessity, craved it. Without that fever, you probably wouldn't have gotten enough points to distract the Special of the Vertex. If I were my usual self, I would have died without fail. Love for her made Jan cross the line.

Become king of the battlefield. And change this country. Let fate be twisted.

"Alrett, I'm with you Wo!

The thought gives me a fever. A sword wrapped around it, which he was holding back, turns to the giant star of the dead.