Tower of Karma

Anger took off all the shackles and made Alfred walk. Gripping is the sword of destiny, releasing is the strongest you know yourself. supple, quick, and powerful sword. He would not know, but the sword was the sword of those who were called gladiator kings, and the dogma in front of him made a mockery of it, knowing well.

"More so, the sword."

William, king of the dogma, takes all of it lightly. I don't even have to take it and crush it. It doesn't even reach under the feet of the girl earlier. William's thoughts pour in through the sword.

"... Damn it!

Deciding he couldn't win, Alfred changed his sword even more. William wraps his tongue around its dexterity. No unnaturalness whatsoever, suddenly a change as if someone else had appeared.

(Is that the girl next?)

A supple sword, a sword that added freedom and female-specific flexibility, would have been inherently difficult for Alfred to mimic. Because Alfred doesn't have the superhuman flesh and female-specific softness that she has.

(Thought it was an imitation of me and Kyle... I didn't know it was an imitation of my daughter)

I was surprised at that time by the combined flexibility of the imitation, but William's ratings slightly diminish to the fact that it turned out to be just an imitation. Still, a tough trunk must have been forged to move faster, force the body to bend, and mimic the difficult mimicry achieved a reproduction. They use every means to show off their talents that are similar and not alike to themselves and that are isolated.

"Ha... you lack calm. The original sword would have just beaten me."

"... ah!?

Zero degree sword. A dark sword devouring the light swallowed Alfred's imitation. No matter how many times he punches in, Alfred puts an unresponsive sword in front of him.

"What's the matter, are you to that extent?

"Not yet!

Sharp poking, like stretching it up. That's Claude's imitation. William bruises and laughs that it's increasingly interesting to even try to reproduce a spear poke with a sword - a curve.

"Haven't you been archaic with Claude in a long time, huh? And he's out of his hands. That one now is stronger than me. It's the perfect person to imitate, but you're not going to show it to them. [M] For you are an object to protect, and you cannot be an enemy."

Claude's poking was also truncated as a prank again. So next time...

"Beatrice's, Osvalt's sword? I'm afraid I've learned that too. Besides, their swords are not sold by technology. It's the first time that its users have the strength to shine.

Osvalt's brilliance was also taken for granted.

"What's up? Do you have anything else to show me?

Shit. Shit.

I don't have a hand tag. The person I've been dealing with didn't need to hang up so far. Mira's sword was a semi-original sword technique that she and Mira worked out, shaped to clutter Kyle and William, the strongest of their kind, indefinitely. None of them won't win.

"Hmm, still to this extent. You can only imitate monkeys, can't you?"

Anything, Alfred thinks.

"I was right as far as you were concerned. You know what? How to make delicious apples. They say we have to sort things out. Don't let the nutrients pass on to the fruits that can't be done. You're a loser. That's why I'm mistaken. The king has to show the code. For strong nation-building."

Woohoo, why would my father say this? Whether you're so angry or so full of killing intentions, you love my father so much. Why doesn't my father love me?

Like back then, my mother and I...

"I..."

I just want a world that's complete.

"Beyond you"

William peels his eyes at zero degrees emanating from the boy in front of him. An ordinary man's sword to counteract the strongest that he has polished. A sword that extinguishes, crushes, and takes away light from the other person's strengths. A mortal ultimate that reached the end of training and thought.

"... ha"

It's not the same quality as previous imitations. Funnily faithful, it came true from a completely different approach, a form that showed a difference in taste, which cannot be compared to the self that could not be reached without sacrifice, even though the real one was nearby.

He's not supposed to have the time or the experience of fishing for dead meat.

Did Tombi give birth to an eagle?

I rejoice as a father, and as a king I learn to fear. He has a different talent than anyone I've ever met. And they had planted the efforts of ordinary men from William, king of ordinary men. Neither the shackle of a prince, nor the cage of Arcas, can even imagine how much flying would fly if everything was erased.

Successor, is it a vessel that fits to such an extent?

'Maybe we should kill him now. He may deny our royal path. When he is so determined, will he defeat us now? Do we still have the strength then? And at the end of the road he laid, the world that lost him must be...'

Don't argue, it's been a while since the deceased whispers.

(The power is taken for when it should come. Don't worry. My hegemony is unshakeable)

Light that disappears enough to punch in. The imitation was perfect.

(This is my castle, my capital, my cage. As long as you're there, you won't reach me!

That is why, within the many meetings, a clear difference began to be made. It gradually, surely spreads.

"Did you understand I dug the grave?

"Shit!"

"It's a brilliant imitation. Let's give him a compliment. Precision is about the same. But there's a clear difference between me and you. The same reason why the first sword you imitated was weak. Struggle is comprehensiveness, the element that comes above technology in it, you'd already know that, wouldn't you?

Same sword, an offset that would inevitably be born if bumped. But Alfred started to be completely depressed.

"It's a difference in strength, a difference in physique, a difference in physical ability. You shouldn't have used the first sword, not the thin, tall one. You're inferior to me. You shouldn't have imitated me."

No matter how Alfred was a genius, he didn't have the body of a superman, he didn't have the flesh that the ordinary man had acquired at the end of his unusual training. He didn't need it in Arkas. That's why I couldn't cover it that far.

Alfred has lived comically in the world of war, William and Arkas, who worked out to survive and win out. Time after time, all its remnants create a gap twelve minutes later.

"You're weak. The pinnacle isn't cheap enough to beat me just to imitate things, kid!

Overwhelmed. before its power and violent fighting spirit.

"You don't know. Me on the battlefield. I'm the only one who knows after winning. So I can't measure it. That time, the chain of struggles that lasted from before, the hell that people kill people, the Shura that was born there."

Strengthen. Yet there is no blur in accuracy.

"You're weak, Alfred. Everything's missing to kill me."

Alfred to be blown away. There's no way I can maintain accuracy. You can't keep this monster calm in front of you. Fear wraps up the body. Even more like this from my father then, outside Alfred's imagination.

"I'll put Keri on you with my special. Thank God you're dead."

William took his place. Alfred's heart breaks before the intensely erupting aura.

"Come on, you can run, but if you run, the girl's gonna die for sure."

For the first time since I was told that, I realized that the girl was still alive. Faint but exhaled. The bloodshed also seemed to fit in its appearance.

Then - you can't run away.

"F, tu!

No matter how strong they are, if they win and save her, there's no way Mira's going to die for herself.

Alfred also took his place again.

Look at that. William's got a frightened face.

"I just said you can't win by imitating me..."

When I saw Alfred moving out of there, the fright turned to stunning.

"Be sure to win!

Living together while moving. It's not like I can't do it myself, and sometimes if I need it in action. It's not much of a move I'd like to make because it's difficult and it's less precise.

Surprised is not the difficulty of the move. The gesture from the movement to the sword extraction is somewhat like 'her'. It is the true bearer of the sword he grips, a cause that William entrusted to it, the beautiful avenger of crimson.

(Causal...... Avenger, stand before me when you're dead)

There was once a girl who was deprived of her beloved. After the death fight with the man who took it, there was a defeated avenger. She is now in the suburban woods with the body of her beloved as a result of having her handled properly. The soul will be with us again. The blade reached his throat for thousands of miles.

If that obsession...

(Wait a while. Until your owner matures. Until I have the power to wield you. I can't fulfill that thought. But someday, someday -)

You should kill yourself.

(- Now, sleep. of awakening, until then)

William poured all the power he could now have into one piece of it. It's still far from over. But today, the end began. Now William can be categorically assured.

He said it was this son who killed himself.

The blade of transcendence broke Alfred's moves sword-by-sword. Quite frankly, there is no confidence in the face of a desperate boy that resembles the arrogance that sprouted in this land. Totally, broken. Now the starting line. And then, I'm sure, this Laurencia will raise him.

To the true strong.

A broken sword falls. Alfred, desperate, could not even raise his face.

William looks around. And when you loosen up, you set up that sword...

That's it. Die.

I punched that in my neck muscle.

Despair looms.

William laughed. Look at the man approaching him.

Hope looms with despair. Alfred was so worn out that he didn't even notice the footsteps.

"The farce is as far away as it goes, King of the Taoists."

The sword that was supposed to have been struck in the neck was held back by a sword no one knew.

"Who is it, you?"

Daoism asks whitewashingly. Seriously, the man thought this was a farce.

"He who makes hundreds of blacksmiths his business. I'm a guardian of the daughter who's fallen there and the boy you're trying to kill now. His name is Kyle."

Kyle, Alfred raised his face when he heard the name. With a face that is about to cry out, a body that is about to collapse, I cling to Kyle.

"Well done. It's okay now."

Kyle glanced at Ten himself for sending the invitation. I hunted that boy down so much that this happened, depending on his intentions, he just said he would slash and throw it away.

The farce continues. With the addition of an actor named Kyle...