Tower of Karma

"Heavy"

"... I didn't ask you to take charge."

Mira was tired or threw Alfred away. Alfred, who lands roughly, is also clever, but he also understood the opponent better when he stepped on and threw that much he could do in the first place.

"You're really being chased."

"I know."

"Make it a footstep. Make it a sign. He says it's too thin and stands out the other way. At night, it's not your private arena, hey!

All of a sudden, Mira moved out without any preliminary motion. It disappears straight into the alley, with a few collisions, from where you can hear footsteps, and several more collisions.

"... as always -"

Alfred looks up to heaven as he sighs. For seeing a shadow that would pour in a few seconds from there. It is a magnificent beast to rise and fall. The supple limbs don't make you feel gravity.

- That's bullshit physical ability.

"Naturally because he's a genius."

I walked into an alley to see what I did and came down from a rooftop transmission face-to-face. You even jumped across the road once somewhere, and it's Mira who's quick and free anyway. She won't be tied to anything. She was a freer woman than anyone else.

"So-so arm. This is a pretty bad case?

"That's why I didn't want to get involved."

"It's too late, though."

"Totally no more"

The chaser is still better than that Mira is more or less alert. Even the current cleaning they will see as a trace. Twitching. They're hunting down Alfred.

"My father would do something about it."

"Even Mr. Kyle is human for once. Rely too much on..."

"You can count on it. That's why I'm strong as a monster."

Mira has full confidence in her father. It can't be done that way either. He is the strongest in Alfred's knowledge. Pure, strong. Power and speed are beyond that of man. Plus, I've never let him out of breath at one time during a long audition.

Endless health and overwhelming force. Alfred can't even imagine who can beat him in a solo fight. Is it a lack of imagination that even my father, who is a hero, thinks that even his extraordinary skill will not reach him?

"Just go home. Then we'll figure it out."

The two walk. The city at night.

"... right"

There are no signs of people. No shards. There's only two of us here. Only the neighbor's breath strikes his ear. Their gaze overlapped. Just for a moment, the intent put in there must be the same thing for both of us.

"Hey, have you noticed?

"Yeah."

The only thing that comes up in their faces is...

"Two levels at a time, different"

Alert.

"There's no trace of anything. But I know you're here."

"It's because of me. This... you're being guided."

"I need to shake it off somewhere. But I don't feel like I can shake it off."

There are enemies somewhere around us. Unlike the assassins earlier, however, the next opponent was completely obliterated. That's all I know. The level at which that kind of distinction can be made. As an assassin I would be in the highest class.

We just have to go down the road they're clearing. It is precisely induction.

I wonder what lies ahead.

○

Kyle was slapping iron with a difficult face. Making swords and spears is something I'm used to, but what I'm creating tonight is a pot. It was difficult to make exquisite rounds, independently long but in a way more focused than making weapons.

"What can I do for you?

People stood on Kyle's back to concentrate at some point.

"I didn't expect you to expose my back... you've faded a lot, King of Gladiators"

"I'm at work. I'm not as free as I am with outsiders."

Kyle doesn't even try to point one of his gazes behind his back. The man behind this also laughs bitterly.

"Can't I be the enemy?"

"I have no enemies. Unless you offend my precious realm."

The back speaks eloquently. If you do, I'll kill you. I'm so arrogant that I laugh, so strong that I can laugh. Still not far from the actual battle, the gladiator king retained his strength. That's not to fight, it's to protect. That will be what the resolute will to say let them try to defend.

He is arcadia's strongest now. He is a monster in comparison to the king of wolves.

"Well... let's just say I'll be careful. I am."

"... that's an inclusive way of putting it"

"It's an invitation from His Majesty. Tonight's, farce. I beg you to join me as a dogma."

Kyle stopped hitting the iron. For the first time, I turn my gaze to the man behind me. There used to be the leader of the assassin, the White Dragon, whom we met only once.

"Is that him, to me?

"Oh."

Kyle rounded out his thoughts by summoning the consciousness that was directed at the iron. A white king speaks to himself now. It's not a normal situation. In the first place, he has always avoided being involved unconsciously. I've never visited you on occasions where you don't even need to before you decide to be king.

I don't know what that William is talking to himself about.

"What farce?

"Selection of Kings"

Kyle's thoughts came together in one word. It's not hard if William, the White King, counts backwards from what he might think. The answer was never far away. I just didn't want to believe it.

"... is there no substitute for you?

"Have you noticed? Yes, Your Highness has no escort. Me and my men pulled their hands."

Kyle opens the invitation and reads the contents. What was written there was a venue and a place to be. You say you're going out of your way to hunt down your own son in that memorable place.

"Wouldn't even my son be an exception?"

"No exceptions to the King. Your Majesty's cliché."

"Damn, you're weak. You're out of control."

Cliché is a testament left that says if you don't always put it in your mouth, it will shake. The fact that the man is not strong and so on is a hundred understandable facts to himself who was his best friend.

Still, the king won't bend. That's the way of life.

"Can you ask for a fire turn? You're free anyway, right?

"... do me a favor, it"

"I got it."

Kyle leaves the push house without saying whether or not.

White Dragon watched the fire silently.

"... hmm"

Just sit in a chair and watch the fire.

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Soon even the remnants of the signs that had come from the surroundings had disappeared. The road is stretched, there are no side roads. Only the man of the dogma stands in the front. He raises his sword on his hips, and every ghost stands like a ghost.

"... impossible or unscrupulous... you should have run away"

…………

Time freezes. Don't let your feet move slightly as if they were sewn to the ground. Ozomu is something that lurks within the cloud. Something is horrible that freezes, not leaning on the others.

"Al?"

"... ahhh"

The trembling boy sees something in that freezing thing. There is no usual shadow in his expression of fear, confusion, and shrinkage. Seeing her like that, Mira laughed.

"Nah, you stink face."

The truth is, even Mira is horrible. Difference in power that doesn't even have to cross swords. I feel isolated strength I've never felt from anything but my father. I'm no match for myself now. My heart is screaming.

"No, Mira. He can't do that."

"But you have to take that one down. You can't move on."

"Let's get out of here. You should run away."

"If I run away, his child will come. We'll do it after we fight the guys from earlier, now, the only difference, right? You can't escape anyway, just break through the front."

In the end, you can't get away with it. Alfred understands that best. Still so weak that he feared the monster in front of him. I can tell by the atmosphere that spills from me.

The identity of the cloud in front of you...

"At least only you."

"Leave you? That's the joke. You'll wake up badly if you leave me and die. And..."

Mira looks back at Alfred.

"And?"

Look at the dumb side of Alfred asking (woohoo, I knew it) and Mira thinks. I thought I had to protect this guy from the first time I saw him because he was a heck of a bitch. Heckles that stick up with me. Busy, hectic to come up against as many times as you want. That's why it's good.

With all this heckling, I can laugh and hold my sword and have fun every day.

"I'm a genius, dude!

I'm not sure. Of course for the dodo. Kings or queens, but nobles, citizens, slaves, or anything else that would give a toy like this to anyone? Even if you lose to yourself as a genius, over and over again, you seem to have fun, and you just stick around.

No escape. So I guess this acceleration wasn't even in the thought of dogmatization. Obviously, the response was one hand delayed. It accelerates vividly and instantly packs the distance.

(... this is)

supple, powerful. I inherit the good things about my parents.

Twist, sword moves that utilize body flexibility. The destructive force that comes from it is the shoulder of a man's power. If that user had even combined the rigidities of a woman, such as, for example, 'White Bear' Shrubia - its destructive power would be unimaginable.

A painful metal noise sounds. That's not once or twice either. All the swords that are struck in succession approach the mighty sword and the mighty path of becoming.

Soft, intense, high rotation. There has never been a more unpleasant deal for the recipient. Involving the sword, liberation from twisting empowers the sword.

"You're strong! But I'm still agitated, too!

It is reminiscent of a beautifully hairy black cat, vividly, shimmering, pitifully, gorgeously. Except for the fangs and nails, which are similar to lions.

(Does the talent give way to intimacy? And both)

Let's take a mask. Smile underneath it again. The grin never passes on to the subject, but the shadow of the late friend is still so clear. I wouldn't have any choice but to spill a laugh. It is also a mask for that.

(I'd like to be playing a little more... because I'm holding my breath)

Taoism erases the grin under the mask. Kyle's educational achievements, or the raw stone in front of him, are still unfinished. If you polish it, the world won't leave you alone. So I'm keeping it as low as I can. I know the idea. As a parent, I can agree. But...

(As a result, she'll be looking for strength, don't)

Mira is definitely strong. Still, it gets stronger in acceleration. The suppressed taga is coming off and strength in line with his original talent is beginning to emerge. Speed, power, combat sense, something that can point you to the apex that is very close to that black wolf. While acknowledging that she is a woman, she strives for heaven by drawing on the strengths that are only there. I am well qualified for that.

If it's just talent...

"... ha"

Mira should have struck the sword as much as she wanted. A response that was adequate until earlier. There is no response regarding this one wave. It sucks in like a bottomless swamp. Power, speed, everything, is swallowed up every time you punch in.

"No, Mila! Put it in that sword."

I can't get Alfred's scream.

A light called Mira was sucked into the sword of the dogma, and all that remained was darkness, just a threat to the apex of one, a light that could not even illuminate one's feet. The inverting world, the tower that stretches to the bottom, doesn't even reach the man at its top with shards.

"Alfred, your weakness killed this girl."

Too unreachable, too far away, Mira stood still. Nothing goes through. My full strength is not echoing them in any way. Before that sense of incarceration, before despair, Mira stopped the sword.

"Please don't. It doesn't matter."

Pleading Alfred. And ruthlessly, Taoism takes a place of abode.

"Stop, stop"

Mira smiled remorsefully when she saw Alfred, who was about to cry.

"Sorry Al. I'm weak."

"Stop -"

A speeding abode passed the girl's body. It didn't look good in the dark, but I still bent over to the girly letter and saw the scarlet liquid scattered as it slipped through. That was enough, I understood too much.

Look at the girl falling down.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah"

I was scared of my father, and I couldn't forgive myself for anything.

"Ash, Ash, Ash!

The boy growled because he couldn't forgive himself for being deprived of someone important. For the first time in my life, a clear intention to kill sprouted. This outrage cannot be tolerated because even a father who does not love him, no, does not love him. Whatever the reason.

Because it doesn't change the fact that it was taken away for any reason.

"I'll kill you, Father!

The fierce Alfred pointed the sword at his father. With my first intent to kill.