Tower of Karma

Alfred gained a lot of experience during the past month or less. He continued to fight with unprecedented density, battling strong enemies, weak enemies, easy opponents, difficult opponents, and a variety of matches. As just one, you don't have the same opponent, which is why you have much to learn, even if you are a weak opponent. Ark says there are only a few martial arts.

Fight today as you bite it off.

"So yah!

Look at their feet and decide they are quite usable. Today's challenge is to win in a fascinating move. You must be a gladiator, a popular one. No matter how strong and plain the battle, you won't be a popular one, and you'll be wasting your footsteps to the top for that matter.

"Oops."

I'm not licking my opponents, but I have a different purpose for myself than anyone who works on a sword fight for their lives. Fight to gain experience, that's what we're here for. You can observe your opponent's sword in greater depth by tackling each battle with challenges. I can think deeply, including myself.

Fighting is having an opponent, even if you want to.

(Hmm? Is that what you're saying? This guy is a solid type)

It's not necessarily going to be a fascinating battle.

(Do you mean move it flashy? too, because Mr. Ark is mean)

Alfred moved to fulfill his purpose, feeling a little sorry for his opponent. More hastily than ever, I stand around in a state of transformation. The base is the same sword as Mira. But the movement is only a month, but something that absorbed various swords to elevate them more towards themselves.

"If you don't follow me, you'll lose!

Increase speed, drop, and increase further. It becomes a move that the opponent also said so in an attempt to cope with the change-of-pace. Change hands, change objects, and if you notice, drag them into Alfred's pace. Bring out the goodness of the other person, take a good look, and learn.

"Guru, you young builder! Don't fuck with me for surviving that war!

The pressure that finally comes out of the experience I've been used to lately. Skin tingles. My spine freezes. My heart trembles. Strength of the experience in action, a different strength from the technology also felt from Rüschan. Things I'm missing right now, I want this.

"Show me more!

Alfred laughs under the mask. Unlike when we were fighting caricaturally in Arkas, what an interesting battle to watch, I wonder. The more I see it, the more I do it, the more flavor it gives.

And every time I understand, I see myself getting stronger.

Now is just the growing season. There's no way it's not fun.

"I have a look on my face. Damn, I'll have to follow him up later."

Ark was also just loose in nature and cheeks in the daily routine that saw the youth grow.

"Well, there's more to be done around here. It's time to hit Honmaru."

Still coarse, but thanks to considerable experience, there were even less gaps. This would not have been so easy to lose, and the name sold well. The arm-testing soil is ready.

If so, one way to go and so on. The super-Power is the hub, Ulterior.

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On the road from Comata to Ulterior, in a city called Kiteriol, Alfred too. Alexis the Golden Knight was decorating a streak of victories. Before the rumor reaches that he beat Rüschan, he also strives for a culmination in the land without making it any easier.

"Oh boy, were you in the arena? Your mother is Cancún. We took it out to Keraunos, and for some reason Gustav was being chased around."

"Hmm, that's funny, too. This one's so funny."

The boy with the jade hair twitching had an intriguing gaze as he grabbed the apple. I'm pointing it at you, but the shape of my eyes is thin with proximity, and at first glance I don't know where I'm looking.

"Wow, is that it? Your boy?

"Yeah, it's amazing"

The gentleman sees the arena in surprise. Ever since I saw 'The Man' in Ulterior, such as when that boy said it was funny to see people's martial arts.

"I'm a good user of my body. There's no precipitation. So it looks beautiful. I wonder how they do it? It's amazing, it's unique, it's funny."

A golden knight who entertains the audience exactly and also decorates victory.

"Maybe next or next, hit the champion and say goodbye, huh?"

"Do you care?

"Yeah."

"Now let's gather information"

"Thank you, Grandpa."

"I'm not old enough to say grandpa yet"

"Right away, right away."

"Boy, you're tough."

"Oh, in some cases I have to convince my mother, huh? Can I ask you for that, too?

"I'm sorry."

The gentleman smiles when he sees the stifling boy.

Times go round. All kinds of thoughts are intertwined and now there are. This boy, and I'm sure the boy who waves to the audience over there, is here as a result.

And they'll be next, too.

This is just a crossing point. It was a long story away from seeing the two geniuses.

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Superpower Garias is the capital, Ulterior. It has been a long time since the national power began to tell us that we would be dividing ourselves from Arcadia, but if we compared the capital, there would be an increase in armaments to Gallias. A magnificent capital that spreads in circles around the tall Tulane. The market flourishes all year round and people never disappear.

"That's very lively."

"Was it the first time Ulterior

"No, my father used to take me once... just because I didn't get a chance to go around the city then"

"Hmm, I see. That's a real waste. There are no two more prosperous cities. How about putting your face on the arena tomorrow and strolling each and every one of you today?

"Thank you for your concern"

"Hey, I know someone too. I was going to say hello."

I was also curious to say that I knew Ark, but more than that my interest in a city called Ulterior prevailed. There's no bondage whatsoever, and it's hard to replace the pleasure of walking around as just a person.

"Come back to the inn when you're ready. Don't be too late."

"Yes!"

"And don't even take off your mask!

"I know!

Ark smiles when he sees Alfred rushing out as a shepherd. A man who is equipped with the strength of a skilled warrior face-loser also looks like just a boy when he sees it oh well. Is it because it is the year that I narrow my eyes to a straight line toward interest, to the brilliance of my young back?

"Well, it's been a while since I've seen you in Lancelo."

I'm old. That brilliance was a long time ago, when I was a youth that had already rubbed off and not even remembered. No, it's not that I can't remember. I don't want to remind you. Young people of those days, full of unfounded confidence. That eventually led to ruin, the stupidity of myself.

I can do anything if I'm chosen by God. With this' eye ', you can't go the wrong way. I regretted myself like that. I sincerely hated myself for drowning in my senses.

"Now it's time to make no mistake, Arc of Garnias."

Let them live correctly at the end. That's why I went onstage again. The story of Alfred von Arcadia, as its terminal.

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"The price of fresh food is cheaper for Wolteriol. Land is expensive. Wow, can you buy cashmere hair textiles at this price? If it's Arkas, you can't even buy twice as much. Probably bought directly from a southeast interracial. Oh, this is..."

Alfred was strolling around the city in a move that only seemed like a merchant doing market research if he realized it. If you look at the price of things, you see the flow of things. Purchase values, logistics, labor costs, and profits. It's only a consolation, a guess, but just thinking of them makes my chest jump.

"It's a fruit I've never seen. Excuse me, this!

"Dulio? Is your masked brother new to eating?

"Yes. I can't even imagine how to eat it!

"I'm fine. Pretty expensive, huh? Can you buy it?"

Alfred jumped terribly when he saw the price the stall owner had given him. Equivalent to fifty pieces in apple conversion. The price of trying to eat in Arcas for 100 apples if this is with a real looking garias.

I don't have that much to hold together. Still, if you miss this, you may not get a chance to eat.

"... it's a joke, boy. There aren't many fancy guys who buy one all the time. Because we're stalls. This is how I feel..."

The shopkeeper grabs the thick fruit known as Durio and cleverly breaks it down with a knife from the bottom of the slice. At that moment, Alfred was struck by a smell that made him want to turn away. The source would obviously be a fruit called durio.

"Ha, you stink, don't you? But hey, this guy loved his predecessor, the king's fruit, too. I'll give you a discount. How about a room? You could be a jerk."

Even the one room that gave me the discount is expensive. But if I leave here, Alfred will hand the money to the store owner when the man scraps it. "Every time," he said, handing Duglio a room, stifling.

(to, the smell...... is it really what people eat?

"The tougher the smell, the better the word. We're gonna bump into each other. It's a rarity that I haven't had a chance to eat even though I don't quite shop. It used to hurt when they stole it in Arkas. I'm still wondering how you could have stolen it when you were on guard."

Alfred never stood by his will. At that moment, the unique smell that spreads all over your mouth and is mellow enough to undo it -

"Mmmm!?

A severe earthquake runs on Alfred. My favorite fruit of my life so far has been apples. But the moment he put Durio in his mouth, the sequence covered him brilliantly. It's mellow sweet, creamy tongue, snuggly, intense, and I've never eaten fruit like this.

"Yummy!

Alfred, growl.

"Durio is best eaten as is. Break a round douglio and eat on the spot. There's no such luxurious way to eat, and no better way to eat than this! Bad cooking is a treat. Come back when you're sick. Price is fixed at that time. Ha ha."

Alfred carved it deep. The name of Dourio, king of fruit.

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(Even gave me water to wash my hands... that shopkeeper was a good merchant. We'll go again when we get the money. You served me, and it's natural for me to repay you. I never just want to eat it. It's a reward.)

Alfred has a heart for a lovely encounter. After all, Ulterior is a great place. The best fruit is sold as a durio. Let's go buy again. I swear by my heart, Alfred. I feel so fluffy walking around.

"We're almost there! Anyone who is confident in their arms must participate! It's a historic tournament in Gallias! Daltanians and Lydianes have also participated in competitions!

There was a noisy section in the hustle and bustle. A crowd is formed in front of a large mansion. Second, Alfred gets flustered and approached with interest. There's...

"Come on, why don't you do Strachez!? What a winning prize. Five gold coins will also be accompanied by some Valhall miracle brands! There's also a semi-finalist prize!

"... I see. Five gold coins?"

Alfred delusions in nature.

(Dulio, how many are there?!? Shit, you can afford a semi-finalist. Even third place, you can buy it, Durio!

Five gold coins are incorrectly converted with fruit, but such an argument does not make sense to Alfred today. He fell in love. to Douglio, king of fruit.

Ark has included me telling you not to be too conspicuous, but that's also the other side of oblivion.

"Alexis, join me."

"Thank you! Here's your entry fee."

"... Oh, you're going to be fine"

"Yeah, well. And the prize money."

"Join, I will!

Alfred also decided that Alexis was bitter and decided to enter the tournament. Note the balance, two copper coins. I can't even buy apples.