Tower of Karma

Alfred will never move until Lionel tries to move. But once you attack, the moment you think and move to execution, you can preface everything and take that attack. Instead of just being taken, the attack will be shifted before it reaches its maximum effect. Point of punch.

That's also the first time Lionel has ever known that power can't be transmitted so far.

I don't see why my movements are being read. I don't know why I'll make it if they read it, either.

"What the fuck! What, changed!?

Faster than anyone, stronger than anyone. A talent that gets polished with every passing year. It's impossible to be caught up with. There can be no catching up. I become the strongest. I thought so, as a matter of course. Until I saw the light.

"... the White Knight sword, turn off the light, that, how can a kid use it? I don't know, it's not a world of talent! You work hard, you get experience, you make it up on a guy's corpse, isn't that what it is? Why, why would a kid use it!?

I gave in before that sword, Loran's screaming. Lydiane was also an incredible expression. Lütes also gets the same look from all the samurai on this occasion. I don't like it, but I remember. I can't help but think of that battle that lost so much of its ravaged past, its aggressive march.

"... a little, no. I don't smell blood. Are you making up for the missing part with something else? But its sense of filling is extraordinary."

"Because you have an extraordinary ability to think. Its instantaneous power, too, is monster class. If you make Lionel an outer surface, a monster of physical ability, he is an inner, a monster of thought. Probably beyond William if it's the kind of material you're carrying with you."

White Knight William Lewis gained that sword by gaining a deep understanding of the human body beyond numerous experiences and contraindications. Alfred doesn't have the same thing with him. I look through the medical books, but to that extent about understanding the human body.

In this year, in this day and age, it is impossible to reach on the same path as my father.

That's why Alfred arrived from a different path. No, not technically that precise. There is also the possibility that if we keep fighting, we will have a borough somewhere. William's sword is the same receiving sword as Lionel's super-reaction if you correct the original. However, what you should see is not a punched attack, but the behavior before the attack starts. Understand the preliminary motion of the attack faster than anyone else, deeper than the opponent, and deal with it accordingly. If he moves where else moves, he knows it better than anyone else, but therefore his sword seals enemies more correctly than anyone else.

Alfred is so deep, he can't detect the preliminary motion quickly. I'm making up for that with predictions. Pattern your previous experience, predict how your opponent moves, and pop up countless options. From where they are, they scrape choices out of their pull, their gaze, their body orientation, their posture, and all the elements. Pull, pull, pull, by the time you move, scrape a lot to around three patterns, the middle move that can accommodate all of them, and if you pull further and come up with a solution, scratch it.

It feels like prediction from the target, but you're just giving an answer with another element sooner than you can see the attack. It's just that its arithmetic speed is far from that of a regular person.

If William's sword is a sword that knows the confirmed future earlier than anyone else, Alfred's sword is a sword that preaches the uncertain future. Precision is naturally better for William. But as long as the conditions are in place - it's also possible to outpace it.

(Well, even if it's too early, just feed the counter to Lionel. It's not too early, it's not too late, let's just shoot it off and go. Look, this place is empty)

I don't sprinkle food on the counter, I sprinkle food on the offense. Even further ahead of the prefix, I think of the person but move it as much as possible. It depends on the other person's power, but if this happens, it's already on your palm. I don't even have to make a deduction. Let me shoot you, I'll shoot you down. That's all.

The only part that Alfred makes up for with taste is the exquisite touch that extinguishes light. Only there was the sense of nature, going without via thought. No one knows if that's nature, or if it's the fruit of my father's training.

"... sure, that's different. Shit, it's up to them. It's this one."

"That's working for that kid. Usually, wait for the opponent's attack before moving. Even though he seems to be attacking, he moved closer to the tip of his nose and since the interception came, he has received it. That was enough. It seemed like a lot of change because it was a move that people couldn't possibly think of against their attacks."

"The pattern of offense is its fruit, not so much. The number of drawers is low. If you're bad, the chimps around here are fighting more with their heads."

"It's getting more accurate. No, is it just being moved already?"

"Oh, shit, you're not eating into visible bait. I don't feel that zero anymore. Was it only the first time you were spinning your head full?"

"Meanwhile, my body is resting. The purpose of breathing was also accomplished in parallel. Monster, from me, that kid is more scared. I made him a genius. He's such a crook."

Shocked enough to strip away even the mask that Lütes imposed on himself to live as a samurai. The situation of Lütes, who doesn't even realize that the vegetarian self is out, and the two people who usually point it out aimlessly, were unresponsive, represented the confusion of the place.

"Have you ever seen the boss like that?

"... there's no way"

"No way, I can't believe I'm losing"

"That's impossible! There's no way Lionel Girarde's gonna lose!

An anomaly that even the far less powerful chimps noticed. The audience also breathes into the sight. The challenger who turned to receive it, the king who should be attacking. I don't feel the difference in force that existed earlier. Instead, I could even see the impression that the king was turning from.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

Lionel leaves it to anger to approach. Alfred watched the move and smiled. Lionel stuck in front of me, to the tip of my nose. But those hands don't move. Move this one to finish with the usual counter. Anger was bluffing, trying to get the winning muscle extremely calmly.

It's just that that's what Alfred found out about his unconscious movements.

"What's going on? Didn't you stop?

"Temeer can't even help you, can she? Hey."

"You can do it, can't you?

Alfred waved his sword without hesitation. I'm happy to see that, Lionel. It is easy to scratch. Instead, strike in the full blow. That's it.

"I've seen too many swords. It doesn't make sense that you haven't even seen the corner eye."

A kick knocked in from Rio Nell's blind spot. Couldn't have hit it earlier. It was blinded by the chance of heartfelt greed and stabbed the other way.

"Ah, ha!

I can't tolerate being played with more than pain. I'm not stupid with Lionel. I was realizing that the person in front of me was resting his thoughts and body after he had finished observing himself.

"Fuck, that's it!

Once you get your distance. The opponent can't attack himself either. If you calm down, the only battle is Even. I want time to calm down.

Time to cool your head and explore the winning strengths.

"If the other guy gets hit, he pokes at something he doesn't like. It's a sign of battle."

Alfred is just the attack here.

"I won't let you rest. If I may borrow your word, your turn will never come around again."

Alfred's offense is rather what he wants for Lionel. I just ask him to call me. If you turn to take it, you win. That's the talent.

"... move you"

Rionel avoided a sharp gesture. From this position, I can strike a strong counterattack. That was what I was proud of. Ultra-response and physical ability, this is everything, this is all that's enough.

"Nah!?

The counterattack was lifted at the back of Alfred's hand. He bounced up the belly of the sword, the sword with speed on it in the middle of the attack. without even pointing your gaze at it. As if you knew in advance that a sword was coming.

"Your movements are opponent-driven. Your attacker understood. [M] The recipient also gathered sufficient information. Then you know what I mean. You were moved by me."

The collapsed position, plus even the sword was emptied. A situation arises in which forced orbital modifications do not work. No, made by this man.

Visible foot payment. But the human body is not conveniently made enough to avoid it. Control of the body, which was even unstable, is completely lost by foot payments.

"Damn, I see it. I can see it!

"Yeah, I'm showing you."

Alfred, who threw away his sword as it was and became defenseless. He pulled his fist with that momentum, beating his unique seismic leg from his weight movement, the force of his birth, into his fist and his opponent's throat.

"Cunt, the bug is haaaaaaaa!

"Blah!

Critical, Lionel didn't make it. The moment my toe thought I could regain my posture about the earth, that fist stood in my stomach. Probably didn't make it back to swinging the sword. Switching to fist, it was the fastest that made this attack possible.

Sounds so loud that such a question blows up about where in this little body does this sound come from. Probably broke a few bones, too. I had a response. I tailored it, that's how I handled it.

Everyone was convinced of the challenger's victory. Except for one.

…………

Alfred picks up his thrown away sword in silence.

And - set up.

"I can't lose. If you lose, it's over. If you lose, you die. I don't want to be there anymore. I won't fall. Will you ever go back to that place again? I'm strong. I'm the strongest!

Speaking out should also cause pain to run. Still, I stood up and screamed. Perhaps the pain is shaking it off. The atmosphere that erupted from the opponent of full-blown creation was much higher than the state of full-blown. Alfred grins at his unpleasant hunch.

"Good. Thanks to my refusal to leave, I can fight even before your obsession."

Things that weren't enough for me. Look at the enemies that lift it all over your body.

One winner, one king - just one. The battle storms the final phase.