Tower of Karma

"Ugh, it's been a long time since I've had bagara. It's hard to move."

"... you know, tell me right. I had a hard time finding it."

Hearing the warrior Tammy's demands, Alfred quickly went hunting. The goal was to target the big man and Kibir Bhagala (the big cow), but he couldn't even discover it, so much so that he walked three days and three nights to find it and finally hunted it.

It was the realization that it took time for Alfred, but so much so that it was praised by everyone in the settlement as something that was rather well found in just three days.

"Ugh, um. I didn't know you'd really find me. That's great."

(Not good. I can't tell you that big a deal. It was over twenty years ago that you taught me, and I was a pretty girl, and I'm self-taught from there, and I honestly barely remember. I'm in trouble. this was troublesome)

As a Tammy, I taught her a little bit like a trick, and then I was appropriately thinking that I should teach her the basic exercises I'd spent ten years doing. That's all she knows more than that. It's just something the old man on the journey taught me on the road, the oral biography of. I have trouble expecting much.

"Oh hon. First of all, it's the basic type of motivation. Take a good look."

Don from his weakness, and protrudes his stepping fist. There are indentations on the ground, and unusual wind pressure from the fists is coming. After all, everything is different from what I do.

"I was taught that the basics of motivation are the flow of power. Honestly, I don't really understand either, so I'll tell you what I'm told. Everything is oriented and powerful again. Control the flow and align the orientation to one point. You see?"

"... Honestly, I don't know"

"I don't know either. And then you are... the liberation of power is good in an instant. For a moment, release everything at the moment of impact. This is what I care about, too."

"I'm trying that"

"Uh-huh, sure. That's what you did."

…………

"... Um"

Tammy desperately tries to remember. They all said the same thing about a young man who spoke of the teachings of an old man who appeared before he was born, and then a young man whose ambitions appeared shortly afterwards, and a man who appeared ten years later. And I feel like everyone was saying something different. By the time the last man showed up in the first place, Tammy was available, and I wasn't paying so much attention and listening.

"The method of giving birth to strength consists of weakness. spiral and center of gravity movement, and in doing so be aware of the earth. Understand why the fruit falls from the trees and is pulled to the earth. Born with a feeling of its power all over its body, it puts all its power into the earth and punches its running stream. That's what makes a seismic leg. And if the earth is the ground that breaks into its legs, believe in its steadfastness. The earth will necessarily return its full power. The flow is released by adding further spirals. This is what's happening."

Behind Alfred's brain, an apple spilled from his hand floats. It falls down. Why, I never even thought about it. Because that's normal. If I drop things, I go downstairs. Fall. That's normal. I never thought about it for any reason.

"... it won't be a consideration for Bagara, but I can't remember anything else. I'll teach you how to train."

Tammy stopped saying things along the way too when she saw Alfred thinking about it.

(Stream of power, oriented to everything. A helix is a mix of lateral and vertical movements. This must be about the power you give birth to in your own movement. But apart from that, I always have the power to work. Take advantage of this? I was never aware of it... but if I were to use it, how would I? That's center of gravity movement, right, right. Use my weight!

Flashing like turbulence into Alfred's head. Just one thing, awareness of the power of working from top to bottom spread so much thought. A frontier that cannot be reached only if you are aware of the power that you give birth to in your own body. It also uses and releases nature, but it is energetic.

"... And then the three of you, the two I heard in person, said that the motivation was rational. It feels like magic to me."

"Reason, I knew it was. It's all rational. That's okay. I can reproduce it."

Light in Alfred's eyes. Look at that. Tammy holds her fear. Something greedy, bottomless. His vessel is invisible to the bottom. And he can't help but want to fill it up.

Alfred lost his power. Consciousness is weakness, body is water, soft...

(Weakness to flush forces well)

Always be aware of the power to work from top to bottom. Nothing needs to jump. I can use my weight just by shifting it a little bit. torsion of the upper body, from where it is linked to the lower back, bending the knee, conveying the ankle and releasing. I'll move the joints of your whole body like water, and I'll flush out all the forces you were born with.

(Generate power, flush it)

Born is a shock. There's an indentation at your feet.

(And I came back from the earth, flushing that off my toes -)

Upper body that turns further. The lower body flushes its power without determination.

(Strike together!

Born to be - a fist punch that gathers momentum.

"... stupid. You know, just once, just let me hear you tell me how to remember."

As long as that's reason, there's no surgical logic Alfred can't get to know. There's nothing I can do about something I don't recognize, but once I do, all I have to do is reproduce it. I'm good at that. For a long time, I've been outputting what I understand with my head to my body.

"It's amazing. Mr. Tammy, 'cause this is a great application."

The eyes glowed like the child who found the toy. That's what I'm afraid of Tammy.

Got a new recognition. I've gained the knowledge I've never had before. From there, the known connects like a branch leaf produces something new. A world so vast with one unknown.

Alfred gained new power. Getting this power here is a mystery, a coincidence convenient enough to seem so. I think Ark watched it from the shadows. I thought I had brought you to this land of my own volition, but maybe I was just chosen.

To the heavenly destiny of a man who says Alfred.

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Two weeks after gaining new technology, Alfred was able to use his energy to pair hands with Tammy. Fist, kick, thrust, thrust into everything. Alfred stands on the frontier Tammy has reached over twenty years.

(If you're going to punch in the best burst, your fist still makes the most sense. But even if it's not the best, if you just add that essence, even from a pretty impossible posture, you can hit it!

Use the power of the heavens and the earth to create power, align orientation, and exercise throughout the body. Just being aware of three points just gives me a snug thrust on my fist. That's just too good a technology. Right now, Alfred doesn't have enough pure power, no move could be more convenient to make up for it.

(Technology is a tool. I don't have to do this. [M] If you increase the accuracy available in action, that's enough. of course, although I've never crossed the extreme)

The fists of the system overlap. It conveys more shock than it looks. The battle between the vigorous users seemed loose in appearance, but its fruit instantaneous gap was also an unacceptable extreme battle. Failure to identify moves will give them a gap to stick in. In the first place, they demand a great deal of concentration to unleash their own moves.

If you just want to learn the moves, you can do it in ten years. It was said, however, that it would take another decade to put it into action. In fact, there were a number of warriors in this settlement, but only two people, including Tammy, could use their energy to fight.

The precision of the moves is everything.

(... after all, the feeling I got from the thrust is very convenient)

Be aware of the direction of power. Nothing is confined to me. You can also exploit the opponent's attacks. The source of force increases, and the timing of aggregating orientation becomes even more elusive. Still, if theoretically possible, it was this boy who made me try.

"Here you go... I will!

Tammy opened her eyes to surprise. He circled his fist, gathering his own momentum, with the momentum received, and during that rotation he was put in position, firmly seismic leg, and rotated three hundred and sixty degrees as he was, and his fist was struck in. A powerful fist that gathers even the power of his own moves.

"Gu, no!

Tammy also hit the current blow, and although she managed to take it with vigour, she was slapped to the ground not enough to take the added blow of her own moves. Over the past two weeks, she has seen the boy evolve. It may be too much to say that we will grab one and learn ten, but at least he saw something we didn't see.

Reason, theory, somewhat chewed up to dictate with them. But I didn't try to cut through the technique of saying he was as aggressive as the boy. They lacked the lust to figure it out. It's a feeling, and it's not a bad thing to get to. The world of craftsmen often relies on unspeakable sensations in words.

They made it good, and the boy didn't make it good. That's all.

"Brilliant. Warrior Alfred."

"Thank you, Mr. Tammy"

It was a short time, but enough time passed for the Tammys to know the boy. We all know that the boy has an extraordinary sense of talent, and there are those who are jealous in that part. But no one claimed them loudly. That was because the hiccups, seriousness, and greedy nature at the root of the boy could not be imitated by anyone.

The people here can't do much of what boys take for granted. No, not just those who root in the land, but most humans get sweet somewhere. That's the kind of compromise there is. When I decided to do it, I gained a straight line, a sense of energy, and sublimated it by the time I could use it in action.

I thought about it, thought through it, explored it in the dark, systematized it in him and got reason. Let's do it on a daily hunt. Learn the hunting grounds, learn the habits of prey, and devise ways to hunt more efficiently. Now, if you were asked who the best hunter in this settlement was, you'd say they were all Alfred.

That's what made nature and everyone acknowledge the boy whose pile is the leftover.

"Are you still hunting today?

"I saw the big guy yesterday, so I'm going for it"

"There have been many feasts since you came. Much appreciated. Everyone trusts you."

"... it's an honor for me because I've never been told that."

That said, Alfred goes to the hunting ground with that leg when he finishes his morning training. Seeing that back, Tammy smiled pitifully.

"... you're a terrible parent. You never praised such a good boy."

How much loneliness and sorrow is asleep beneath that smug smile, when I think about it, I almost cry.