Tower of Karma

"Buha! I'm nervous. That house scares me. Ooh."

"Oh, no, it didn't look that way at all. Rather, the shopkeeper, it seemed more lively than usual. Anyway, I couldn't even see the dust."

"I've been nervous and my shoulders are stiff. Tired -"

"Once again -. Congratulations on the business deal in the meantime, shopkeeper"

"Yeah. Now I can get more employees. Um, I was wondering if it turned out to be a big plate."

When he saw Alfred stretching his back with a puffy look, Conrad Norden sighed, his best friend who was an adjunct and worked in the same study hall. I know that Alfred von Arcadia was a prodigy in his generation. It will also be a well-known fact that its brilliance is dull. But Conrad knew. He never lost his brilliance back then, aided by falls like himself, employing similar social losers and continuing to pay well. I'm just taking a troublesome, discreet, and full of that habitual ordeal.

Still occasionally I think. I wish I lived a little easier. Only then will he regain his shine again. As first prince any day should reign to the king, as wise king recognized by everyone. I don't know what Conrad's talking about.

(I've never seen anyone more than the owner or Alfred.)

His back, which stretches, looks unreliable. But as I showed you earlier, a man named Alfred cannot know the bottom in the field of battle. If now was a turmoil, how far would he have flown? Was it even one or two of the heroes Tan told in the afterlife, just like his father?

"Okay, shall we have lunch for now? Eat what?

"In a store other than this previous stew, please"

"Uh, not good, but I can eat a lot. I mean, Conrad, I always say that you don't need to use polite language. We're classmates."

"No, this is serious."

"You're stiff. Hmm? That's what it is."

A scream captured by Alfred's ears. You're running as hard as you can, running with two kids screaming. Alfred with eyes to eyes with the children.

"Store owner, that's a famous evil kid around here, and we need to help -"

But soon Alfred's eyes were moving behind them. Even though I hear screams, I hear calls for help. Even though Conrad's advice has been received.

All of them so sumptuously...

"Store owner?"

Alfred not responding to Conrad's inquiry. The eye was just poured on one man. A man who flaunts a borough cloth and hunts down a child proud of his feet without disturbing one breath. Probably would have caught him a long time if he meant it. Is it his education that is chasing him in a hurry?

I don't care about that.

"I'll help you."

"No, so the owner, hey, Alfred!

Conrad noticed the anomaly when he saw Alfred's expression rushing out.

Alfred puts his hands on a sword that is on his hips. A lot of guys wear swords, and I'm sure they'll respond. Let them respond.

"Denying all evil deeds is arrogance. Now, boys, you may not be so hungry. I don't care if I'm poor enough to worry about tomorrow. If so, evil deeds must be right. That's what adults do."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu baka!

"Die, old man!

"Whoa...... I'm not old enough yet! I still need a groove."

"" Oh, people. Discover. Mira, it's your hipster wipes. You can use it! "

"Hmm, that's... ho"

The boy who comes running is still young, but he was seen in the wind with quite a few fine fangs. I have my hands on the sword but it doesn't look like I'm going to pull it out.

(Stay together, huh? Okay, let's do a little digging, okay?)

The man accelerated slowly and left the children at once. A man with flashing children on his ass, pulling out his sword. Alfred narrows his eyes as he progresses. The sword the man pulled out was clearly not the main gear. Small, thin. Licked, I guess Alfred thought.

The moment you're in range, you even use acceleration to tap into the maximum power of the living slaughter. Mira couldn't even cope with the living slaughter of movement at first sight. Alfred felt comfortable with this. But instinct tells. If not in the first place, there's no way I'm letting this special, let it go.

"I'm making it into a thing. But the realm of imitation has not crossed."

I can't get through to this guy. That's why I'm letting it go.

The man gently accompanied him with a sword against a horizontal giraffe aiming at his left torso. Really, I'll just accompany you lightly. The rest went up, rewrote the trajectory naturally, as you can see. Alfred keeps an eye out. Even though it was my attack, even though it was my sword, it was just accompanied by a sword that made it out of control.

It's too different from the orbit I imagined, and the sword slips straight through to the top of the sky.

"Shit!"

It is assumed that the abode will be crushed. Alfred was already in another operation. Drop the center of gravity firmly to the ground and release a compact fist punch with it rooted in the ground. What it looks like is a blow that conceived considerable power in the back. Bo, a man with a single piece of paper with a fist like a fire.

A drop of light cold sweat on its back.

"I see. Whatever is a handsome couch. Heh, not bad, boy!

A fierce grin sticking to Alfred's face. The man was in the mood to deal with the following lion. Apparently, this cage called Arcas is too narrow for the lion in front of you. Trapped stress, frustration again, or finding someone who's 'unobstructed' by hitting them anyway, the tag is off.

That's why the original strength is revealed.

Sharp kick. This one is compact and reasonable. So diseased and strong. The man tried to match the same kick to the kick. Alfred's grin deepened further into the difference between good reaction and agility, above all technology, that catches up with him later.

The man smiles and throws his little sword as much as he wants.

Less than ten seconds from here.

Multiple fists overlap, avoiding kicking rewards in Sweden, daring to crush distance and kill power, and if not, offset them with homogeneous attacks. To Alfred's full strength. The man hasn't shown the bottom yet.

"Ko, wo!

Alfred dares to make a big move, turn back and kick, trying to break this equilibrium somehow out of a hurry. Enough power, assumed to be attacked by the opponent. Still, this would be proportional.

"Did you hurry? Wu is young."

The man laughs. The greed of a young man who did not make this equilibrium good reflects himself on the day he was born.

Send it into the nostalgia, release the same kick in the back, avoid behind and rearrange, the options are innumerable. Alfred also has enough strength at this young age, but still the difference in level with the man was not the difference that could limit his choices.

"The tough moves seem to be flavorful..."

The man jumped lightly. That's different from any move Alfred assumed. I put my feet together for the kick and blew it up at the same time as the collision. The side is the wall, and if it stays like this, I can beat it up at a fair rate. But the man switches his body with an extra look, and when colliding with the wall, he uses his toes, ankles, knees and all of his lower body to absorb shock and release from.

"- Wu is a little more free."

Alfred, who was not in good shape at the grand moves, had no choice but to do so against a man who used recoil to rush in at high speed. A massive fist with power on it. Even if you manage to avoid it, it is obvious that it is a fist fight of sorrow. He takes consciousness over there, kicks up his foot softly when he's away, and slaps him to the ground without even being passive.

And the man looking down struck down Alfred's face as he fell to the ground with a murderous blow. Gow, the roar of a lion conceived the sound as if it were a blow. Death passes behind Alfred's brain. So much so that this fist had come to kill.

"Do you laugh before death? You're in deep shit, boy."

inches, the intent to kill, which was just before, lurks the ringing. On the reverse hand, he fine-tuned his sheath and delivered a small sword that fell. The behavior has been so far exchanged, proof left that it was on a man's palm from the moment it began. The only difference in power I can do is laugh. Respect for the strength of the opponent prevailed over fear of death.

"Oh, haha, you can't win. You can't win at all."

I wasn't confident in my strength. I know as many opponents as I can't beat Kyle in the lead. But this is the first time I've had a successful experience. Even a confident dexterity shaped the top. It is just a complete defeat.

"" Wow! Old man super tight!

"That's why I'm saying I'm not an old man. Damn, you guys don't know much scary either. Well, shall I have my wallet back?"

A man with a face, stunned by the boys who didn't run away after seeing a gap.

I don't know what else to do.

"Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah."

I'm not denying it.

The man receives his wallet from the boys.

"When you guys steal too, it's about choosing people. And you should also stop doing it with a sense of play. If I were the bad guys, you'd be dead by now. Remember your liver for a moment when you lose it."

The man who receives the wallet gently strokes the boys' heads and walks away as he does.

"Um, what the hell... tell me your name!

"In a world without war there is an unwanted existence. Just a traveler, Yuri and now he's named."

The man left lightly without looking back.

A glow overflowing even when hidden from its back. The difference between him and me is too great. There were complicated thoughts swirling around Alfred's chest. Because I couldn't put into words a reason for what could also be called pointless and forced clashes, rampant behavior.

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A severe earthquake runs into the royal palace of Arkas. Sudden visitors. To that person and purpose, every human being in the royal palace learned to be stunned and alert. To a man who stood loosely at the doorstep of the royal palace was an unusually spare place on this occasion, arguably an enemy land.

"Dude, I just heard about that guy"

"Oh, it's him. I can tell just by looking at it. That atmosphere, far from the rest of us..."

Lamberto and Palomides, the young newcomers, stare at the man ahead, whose name is...

"What can I do for Arcadia, Heavenly Lion Y!

Heavenly Lion, Ulysses of Leonvern. He is the right arm of the Wolfgang Strider, considered the most powerful creature on earth, and the man who was second only to William, Wolfe and Apollonia, who were crushed with the new three great stars. One theory is rumored to have had the strength to eat with each other and depending on the other.

"At least not for you, Claude."

Confronted are the Admiral of the Kingdom of Arcadia, Claude von Lewius and Rafael von Arcadia. He is the strongest Legion leader, Beatrice von Osvalt. before the three of them. Still Ulysses had a spare laugh.

"Ha, don't think I'm what I am now."

"If you do it without darkness, it's not something that spreads war. You look light."

Claude's will to fight increases sharpness. Power enters the hand holding the spear. Ulysses, who stood idly by, put his hand on the sword of his hips as he could afford it. The air is stuck.

The eyes all over the royal palace were gathering there. That's why nobody notices. Only one person noticed on this occasion. Only Ulysses, the gaze gatherer, notices the man's appearance. The spare expression peels off and forces into the hand holding the sword. On the other hand, the three people in front of him have not even entered his eyes to increase his vigilance. An unforgettable humiliation, a figure of a man who remembers defeat even if he doesn't like it.

"You, where are you looking? Confronting us, what's left of it?"

Beatrice, who tracks his gaze with that said, stiffened.

"If you think it's noisy, isn't it a face you miss a lot? My friend, Ulysses."

The voice is cold and bright.

"It's cold. I've never thought of you as a friend."

The gaze that had been concentrated until earlier turned simultaneously toward that voice. Most people keep breaking their knees the moment the man enters their sight.

"But I kept the promises I made to the King of Arcadia, William von Arcadia. Heavenly Lion, Ulysses of Leonvern, be here."

"You're a man in law. I've been waiting for you. Heavenly Lion is my guest, pointing a spear is synonymous with rebellion -"

Claude flips the spear with a grumpy extreme look and pulls a step back. The other two made the same one-step pull path. He's more of a national guest than the king says he is.

"Let's talk in the rest of the room. We don't need an escort. Only follow Ulysses."

"Wait, Your Majesty. At least I'm the only one on guard."

"He says it's a customer... he says. Don't make me say the same thing again."

Ulysses gently walks sideways with Claude looking at the Lord worryingly, even though he hasn't been rejected. And he lined up his shoulders with the white king, and with the mightiest king of his time, and walked with him to the back of the royal palace.

I need a favor from you.

"It depends on the content. White King."

There was no one but two parties who knew what they had spoken.