Tower of Karma

It was from the king who moved out. No warning color at all, just a push to pack the distance. I haven't even put a sword or other on my teeth that has knocked down many fierce men under one blow.

Black silver lion penetration. The king's march.

"Look, it's a range, Cass bug."

The king stepped too indefensibly. Challenger's presence flashes. I used the bluff I was showing you on this occasion before. But no one has said that they will be punished.

The seeds I sowed at that point, here and now...

"Ah, I knew it. Temeer, did you just pull it out then?"

pruning. The presence of a Kun toss increases the speed even more than previously shown, and a sharp blow puts the opponent's torso to the ground. As soon as the abode was released, Lionel let him react from the timing that no one had ever made it before. And he had been given the talent by God to express that thought in the flesh faster than anyone else.

The word that comes up behind Alfred's brain is a word of genius. The man describes it all over his body. Living together is not the strongest method of attack. It is a waiting method of warfare, and more than limited in origin, it also limits the orbit of sword flashes. It's easy to deal with. Even that of Divine Speed can be prevented if there is a spiritual strength, the precision of the sword, capable of piercing the first will and reason.

In fact, it didn't work for Kyle, and Mira has attacked me the same way after seeing it several times.

But the tactics of the man who says Lionel draw a line with them. Seeing the moment of release, the orbit turns out and then turns away. Simple, but in a way that would never make it if it were inherently the rate of human reaction, this man showed it in time.

"... Exactly. It's coming."

"Liar, Cass."

From his abode posture, Lionel waves his sword with the strength of his trunk alone. Aim - Alfred's second blow. I guess I've been staging from the beginning. Force me to cope with the bunk structure in the sheath.

Impact bursting in the center of the two. Unless it was a sword for a sword fight with a blade pull, it could have been amputated. Still, this is a sword fight, and it is inevitable that the sword and sheath will come together.

"Can't you do a bunk? Tough."

"Is this stopping you? Then die."

In power, you are in your favor. That's a fact I already know. In addition, Alfred is opposite to his dominant arm, his left hand. The impending is, in this case, the domain of Lionel. Strengthen to secure the push-in advantage. Because only one can do it better than the other.

It was the beginning that took control of...

"But the third step..."

Alfred smiles. Lionel saw the smile. But his knowledge is not enough to grasp the sincerity of a smile. No, everyone on this scene, that's the martial arts no one knows except the arc that matches swords every day.

"- I don't know!

Therefore, it went through.

Though not a thing unleashed from a full body posture, the force resulting from subtle center of gravity movement and systemic motion causes seismic legs, and the bounced running of force passes to the sheath held by Alfred's left hand and to the sword of Lionel ahead.

"Blah!

A sip of temper. A shattering sheath, a lionel pushed in and forced to retract, and a three-tiered Alfred take control of the beginning.

"... there you go"

"Shut your mouth, you cunt. I don't even think about it."

But there's no grin on Alfred's face.

(For real, what is it?)

Three stages of rapid warfare with everything in it. Normal opponents get Keri on the first shot. A second blow can be inflicted on an opponent whose presence is in the head and who has taken care of it. The third stage is entirely dedicated to Lionel, and if it is other than him, it is natural because it cannot be impending after the second stage.

That didn't do much good. Alfred was about 30% on this offense, wondering if he could win. Use pawns you can hold all at once and finish them off in a quick battle. Ideally, it was decided at once at the beginning, more than inferior in physical ability.

(... the same fist beating that time? I don't know the reason. Hey, look at your foot. Aye.)

The mysterious power that fills the power difference with itself. But that, like the last sign I showed, requires such a step that a crack occurs in the cobblestone at your feet. I mean, you just have to look at it and then deal with it. I can handle it from there myself. If you understand, you're not afraid enough.

"So, do you still have it, big guy?"

"Well, what do you say"

A cheer rolls up in the exchange between the two.

The audience will have little or no understanding of what kind of interaction took place in this moment. Still, I know it was an amazing exchange. He dived through the dead line both ways in an early and unstoppable task. The thrill passes on to them as well.

And those who understand, they were more devastated than they were. On the sharpness of the first-hand abode, the lionel that corresponded to it, the second-hand that seemed to know it would be dealt with, it was still beyond everyone's understanding with regard to the super-reaction of the lionel that I tried to catch up with, and the last third hand.

"Hiu, aren't you pretty, you Lionel bastard?"

"Who was that, Loran? No way, that guy's."

"Keep your mouth shut. I don't know where my ears are."

"... right, sure, funny!

"'Cause it's probably something else. She's a genius in a different direction than Lionel."

The man we remembered was a man far from the word genius. It was quite some time after it came out of the world that blossomed in the true sense of the word, and it is not hard to imagine that it took a magnificent amount of time, including the period of preparation before it.

Soon Lütes will know. That the boy and the man are different.

"Oh, come on, again, the vibe has changed so much."

Lorraine looked out for me.

"I'll borrow it, Mira"

There was an appearance of Alfred attacking Lionel in an anomalous move. Flexible, endless, the transformative sword was too far off the knight's mark. A sword comes out of the unexpected, a leg. A chunk of combat sense, a move you have to call that.

"You can't beat that..."

"It doesn't even depend on the face of it. I don't feel like I can beat either of them."

"... don't guide me. I can't win, either."

Arsene was a frozen thought in her spine. They are strong enough for the knights raised by hand salt, and their proud men to be summery. Besides, we both look young. If you are a teenager when you do poorly, there is no one who can beat your men even if you think from stretching out.

"What, not yet!

"Long time no see, that's a sensible move, Oi."

Overwhelming irregularities, the avalanche of battle sense and yet not even picky, Lionel. Alfred's sword mimics Mira just because it's easy. It would be an anomaly because you would see and move, you would see and move, and that would make it.

Different trunks and physical abilities also play a role in it. The man who can't help but say Lionel is a genius. You can't beat Mira's artifacts, which are the same genius.

(Even if it's real, what do you think? I can't even predict.)

You probably can't win this. Original but subtle. There is no winning in degraded copies.

(If you're not comfortable with the fantasy, you're in a battle with RPM!

It's Claude's spear that mimics. The main thrust sword is indefinitely similar to Lamberto's. RPM, speed of attack and manipulation to compete, if this is...

"Ha! An ordinary man!

"Shh!"

The battle between the two gets overheated.

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Alfred laughs before the cliff of talent, a wall that cannot be exceeded by effort. Alfred had never seen a wall so high. Regardless, I've seen backs that are too far away, like my father and Kyle. They got there after talent and effort, immeasurable loss.

But the man in front of you isn't. He hasn't lost anything. I don't even think I need to stretch it, even trying to stretch it, just to wield the power that God has given me. He knows. From now on, those who now reign as octopuses above their eyes will change their power relations in a few years. You don't have to do anything. I get stronger, they get weaker.

Then ten years I am in heaven. I have that as a certainty. And I guess that's right. In terms of individual force, I'm sure he will, and that's why he makes no effort. I don't feel the need to.

"... out of stock?

Alfred ran out of offensive bills. My own bills have shown that I can't cut it off. Both the Sword of Variation Liberty and the Sword Specializing in RPM and Speed are the same as a prank in front of his eyes and body.

"Then it's my turn."

Lionel accelerates slowly and jumps into his nostalgia at once. He releases a hand of return with a clap, and a sword emerges from an unnatural position as he squeezes it. Even if he avoids it on a piece of paper, Lionel fills the distance even further, as is normal, and spirals laughter at the tip of his nose.

"Temeer's turn will never come around again."

Alfred's sword is well watched, even though he is. It reacts to the moment it moves, and by the time it reaches it, it can't even shadow off. On the contrary, the beginning and end of flying from an unusual posture to a powerful counterattack. It was the best show for the audience. Thrilling, then stylish.

You're feeling better. Lionel's movements accelerate even more. Instead, fight back, pursue further, and defeat helpless prey in a range that passes lightly through the dead line.

Exactly the champion, the absolute king's winning pattern.

"Lionel! Lionel! Lionel!"

The voice that strikes the king clings to the spot. Time for execution has come.

"The amount of exercise, it's rising rather than falling"

"Endless health, overwhelming superreactions, the most powerful qualities"

Loran smiles with admiration, and Lütes looks at the gifted talent with a complex expression. So many qualities. Still a teenager, and yet it binds all those humans. Whether it's a chimp or not, numbers are just. Power brings people together and makes them follow with power. That's a fine talent, too.

That power is complete here, that the person is good with it, and that is what Lütes doesn't care about, and there is revulsion at our impudence that we can't make right there. I couldn't go beyond trying, because I couldn't even make them recognize me that way.

"Good talent. That guy who says Lionel has more to stretch out than I thought. But in terms of talent, I don't think he's inferior."

Lydiane is not a samurai. That's why you can peek at the essence without looking at the superficial part. I'm sure it's ideal. If you're a samurai, of coveted things, I guess that's the talent. That's why they only have a little, cloudy eyes.

The challenger's eyes - instead of breaking - are gaining strength.

Because you haven't noticed where it is.

"You're out of breath. I didn't even mean to play that much, but the cuss is cuss, huh?"

"Ha, ha, thank you. How sweet of you to wait for me."

"Next and last. I can't stop till it's over. So I thought I'd ask you about losing. Kings mercy. Thank you."

"Well, let me not hesitate to let you."

I'm not going back to this breath with a little softness. Fatigue accumulates in the body. Having tried so many things so far, he has received against the offense, and in that regard he has the best talent in the world and world-class power. Now I know I can't open it.

Don't make me take it. What needs to be done is that one thing.

"You are strong. The moment I first saw you, I knew you were special."

"Even more praiseworthy now, I'm not clueless. Including afterwards."

"Today, the blades together reinforced my thoughts. You are strong, special. So, I think it's frustrating. I'm pretty sure now. I don't like you. Like me, I don't like you."

Zokri, Lionel felt the cold of the war on his back. The light you can see from beneath the mask, behind it, is so unlikely to be greenhouse-grown sweetheart - the abyss.

"I don't use that to have power. I didn't think it was such a pissed off sight from the sight of it. You are unusual. You're ugly. What an obstacle to stalling talent."

Zero degree hits the eye. The audience also became a little more sedated. Something's wrong, everyone starts to sense changes in the atmosphere.

All the samurai watched over it.

"What the hell did Temeer do to inspire me?

"... nothing. It's just that when I looked at me through you, I thought I was the highest scumbag. There was more I could do. There must have been something to do. I run, run, get dumped, and get angry with myself for looking for a reason. It's unusual, ugly, I kicked it out because I couldn't see it, I guess that's all! Thanks, Lionel, for letting me know!

"I don't know what that means. Besides, as I said before... what does Temeer know about me!

Floating behind Lionel's brain are days of humiliation. To those who were inferior than themselves, they were struck, kicked, muddied, and survived crawling through the earth just because birth was. Make that hell look like a born winner found out. That was - more angry than being ridiculed. Anger runs all over your body. No more questions.

"Did you get enough of that? Time to die."

This has been an unpleasant presence since the last time I saw it.

I'm sure that's...

"I don't think anyone understands you better than me."

It's a rebellion against contrasting beings.

"Die away!

It was also disgusting.

"But I want to understand more."

Lionel stepped into Alfred's range. But unlike before, Alfred doesn't even move slightly. Did you give up, or is there some kind of intent...

(... Doesn't matter. What can you do to this ordinary man?

Lionel switched his mind to the attack. At that moment, Alfred also moved out again. A blade that can be taken at the shortest distance, as if you were traced your thoughts. A chill runs on Lionel's back. I can't stop having a bad feeling about the creepy sensation coming from my palms.

Now it's my turn to watch.

The light goes out. The abyss came forward.

Lionel didn't know such a cold thing.