Tower of Karma

A month after that, we were taken care of by a settlement in front of the unstoppable desert, a disconnect from the Oriental world, at the end of Laurencia. They call themselves protectors of the Holy Land, and they are where they are even now that their role as Holy Land has already disappeared.

King Ark brought him here to make the chaser mistake that he had fled on the Nederks side, to sprinkle the chase and to make most of it cold, but he probably wanted to show the truth, so I think he would end up with one word of it. It's still a short relationship, but I've found out about this guy by and large.

This guy...

"Gahhhhhh! It is my win. That's 19 wins and one loses in 20 fights!

The roots are children.

If you win, you rejoice, if you lose, you lose. Once you've done everything you can to win.

"Well it's my loss, but it was a way of winning that I couldn't even put on the chivalry wind, and what chivalry is in the first place - (omitted) - that is, power is what counts. Well, let's hit my hand with my loss this time. Hmm. No choice, it is. Be grateful. '

After a long talk, etc., I was desperate to laugh when it was structured like they let me win for some reason.

And use a very powerful sword. It was nearly destructive to Mr. Kyle's sword when it came to the power of crushing all his moves, especially the devastating blow he cared about. It makes me feel exactly like I'm being shown whether this is still the Knight King's sword going to King's Road, the thing I'm missing from myself.

Bright, vibrant, bright and audacious in nature contrasted with himself, but he found himself a very good man. I still don't know what distant eyes mean from time to time.

"Aroo, let's go hunting"

"Thank you for the archery, Master Ark. I'm going hunting with the kids for a bit."

"Um, I'm hungry, too. I want birds, not lizards."

"Yes, sir."

In settlements, except for toddlers, the rule was to get their own food support. Well it's not so strict, but I don't think even a child should be allowed to sweeten it in order to survive in this rough land, and I think it also has the purpose of letting them learn how to live on their own.

If a Guest stays longer than three days, he or she must live under the same rules as them. In my case, three days had passed as of the day I woke up, so I was looking after Master Ark for a while. As they said, "It's a loan," I've been earning Arc's food support since I was able to move.

"Al, it's Adu Saguir!

"Yeah. I can see you."

A shot that hides itself, erases signs, and doesn't even give them room to be vigilant, it's only been a month since I've been here, but I've learned a lot. Hunting on rocks is one of them.

"You can't even eat the same saggir."

The birds that are looking like tombies that I just shot down are called saggies. Probably the only one living around here because it's the kind I've never even seen in Arcadia.

"No, I'm not. There are things that are not good and delicious."

"... I see. Is Adu good?

"It's delicious! I have a lot to eat because I have a big body."

"Good for you. Let's raise some more."

They won't be surprised if I shoot a bird in one shot. [M] At first I was surprised, but when I get used to it, when I take it off with something cash, they see it with white eyes.

The most surprising thing about communicating with them was that the language would pass. Master Ark and the chief of the settlement told me a lot about it.

"It is said that language was important in the first place because atmospheric mana was depleted and the most important way of communicating will from the world was no longer possible."

"The old saying was to put the will, the meaning on mana, to convert, to convey to others. Voice and the like were the art of conversion, and they were different from those of their neighbors when they were local, settled or poorly done on a national basis. '

In other words, the conveyance of will was carried out through simple sorcery, rather the letters were more systematic at the time. It's a very simple thing to say about witchcraft, and if it's a world filled with mana, it seems that by the time you feel like it, nature and everyone will be able to do it, and they weren't even aware to say they would learn the language. It was only the mages, researchers at the time who were obsessed with vocalization, and not for sharing with it, but for saying how efficiently magic can occur.

We call it the Mother of Invention, but I guess it was not necessary for those of us at the time to unify, to share them. Though it is unthinkable now.

"This land is faster than anywhere else, and Mana is lost." Language was thus developed and systematized as a means of communicating the will. It was the pole of the magical Uranos, then known as the King of Wisdom. I learned here and spread the word there. The great yuan of the language now used by Ogura was born in this land. It doesn't mean it's natural. "

It is a linguistic system derived from the dominant area of Garias, and what a strange mood it is that I now stand in a language that is largely commonplace, its birthplace, if not a closed country.

"Mm, that's massive. Don't you have to share this?"

"Yes, they make it easier because the kids know the hole"

"Even if I knew, I wouldn't be able to shoot Saggir through my kids."

"Haha, what do you think? Yes, Mr. Tammy. In exchange for this lizard..."

"Always, huh? It'll be good."

Life in this land is harsh and poor. But it's plentiful. Because the body, the mind, is tough, but therefore everything is moving to live. The simplicity is so comforting.

Besides, it tickles my intellectual curiosity to touch different values, different things.

Apparently, I like to absorb things like that.

"It's a set of bills. I fight using 'Power'. I can't teach you. Look, steal."

"Thank you!

I don't know how much longer I'm in this land - but I'll make sure I absorb it.

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The golden forest, not a metaphor, it was just a forest filled with leaves shining in gold. Fantastic and mysterious sight more than anything I've ever seen. But as we go east through the forest, the gold gradually turns into silver, into gray, and the ground also transforms from soft, fuzzy soil promised to be abundant to lean gray with no sense of liveliness.

And boundaries, life cannot live beyond this. Even the people who live there repel...

The desert was everywhere.

Learn about the desert of the modern age, but therefore this sight is frightening. I found that innocent desert more terrifying than anything. But whoever sees this, that is, the silent desert in the days of Alexis, was a nothingness in the true sense.

Absolute cavity, disconnection of life, colorless scenery. They cannot even breathe for those who live in the world of sorcery. On the spot. I don't have mana. Same as air, mixed with air, intertwined with nature, nothing that is supposed to lean on life.

Can you live in this place?

The question of the golden knight was trembling. The people laughed bitterly.

'We... we won't be able to. I can't breathe just getting close to this boundary. Little by little, however, we see signs of adaptation over the generations'

"Adaptation," what?

"Beyond this boundary, little by little, people are beginning to emerge who can still live in the space that Mana has completely lost. Most of the children born now are like that '

"That's what those kids were saying earlier -"

"Yes, he is an unusable, unspoken man of sorcery, different from us."

The colour of despair floats in the face of the knight. They already know. Which is becoming an anomaly in this world. The land is cutting-edge and at the heart of the world, the future that the western side will follow.

I felt that way.

It's something I'm used to dreaming about, and Alfred wakes up with no particular haste. Soft blonde hair is blurry with her sleeping, but she still stretches out big without caring.

Sometimes it's dry and the piercing sun pours down.

"All right, let's have a good day!

Three months had already passed since we reached the land. Injuries have healed, and your health is better than before. But I haven't gotten that one yet.

Eastern martial arts, momentum. This is not the name of the move, it's just one of the basic behaviors. It seems to be the name of an essential operation to establish the mysterious martial arts that arises from a unique movement.

(Absolutely not!

Alfred was stuck for two months as of the first stage of that motion, seismic leg. No matter how many times you step on the earth full of strength, that unusual destructive power is not born. There shouldn't be so much difference in power between Tammy, the user of motivation, and herself. Alfred won hard in the arm wrestle.

Even the ankle doesn't make a big difference. Yet her step puts a crack in the rock scaffold. The soil scaffolding, the more indentations you can make.

(Not a force, I guess)

There was no sense of strength in Tammy's movements. Weaknesses, relaxed movements, and the destructive power that comes from it must be known. At least, that's what happens in Arcadia common sense. Alfred has never seen such a move.

I looked at it without even a grasp, imitating it, and the untraceable time continued. An unlikely number of attempts from myself that have been clever and have done anything without difficulty. Two months of distress, time passing by for no reason. Alfred laughs. I can't help but laugh.

(I can't, it's so much fun)

Tammy said it took her ten years to get the feel out of an oral from the warriors. While his own father begged the old man, who came across the desert indefinitely, to teach, he also learned the practice method and continued his training for ten years even after the old man left. Even the best warrior in the village at the time took five years of skill. Tammy says you can't learn a little or softly.

Still, that's why Alfred's willingness increases. I can't even get a hang of it if I'm good at imitating it just at first glance. If you think the others do the same - this becomes a strong weapon. The value will be immeasurable.

It was Ark and Tammy who slept and stared at Alfred, who would continue to train like that. It has become a routine for him. It is the routine of the two of them to watch it.

"Hmm, that's a tough one."

"It's hard to be easily understood. It took me ten years, too. Ten years. Thanks to you, I'm late."

"... I think there's another factor there."

"Something!?

"No, I didn't say anything. Yes."

Former Knight King under pressure from the killing of warrior Tammy Ma. It is such a pitiful act that the knights of Garnia would cry if they saw it.

"Oh hon, it's getting closer though. at a terrible rate."

"Doesn't look like it, though?

"It's a subtle difference, but from two months ago to today, I haven't done a single attempt at the same behavior. This is horrible. I just think I remember all the behavior. Different movements are playing, one step at a time, steadily progressing. Even if it's on the side road, it's still going."

It's an endless story.

"That's the martial arts. Well, I didn't tell you if you were going to be halfway there anyway, but if this boy or..."

Possible mastery. We're getting this close without advice. I also have taste, and I don't fail to be serious and to continue my efforts.

"I was lost... shall I tell you? Hit your hands with a big Arnav or Bagala!

Warrior Tammy seemed to want a creature similar to a rabbit (Arnav) and a creature similar to a cow (Bagara) living in the dry zone.