Tower of Karma

Snow on one side, a distorted monster reigns in the bright white sight falling in the mountains. The roar rocks the snowfield, and the dry atmosphere conveys without excess of its vibration. It was only a matter of time before it propagated to the human survival zone.

One large cedar. One villager vomits when he sees the 'ex' of his organs scattered around it.

"... is that it"

Alfred lowers the bow he stood on as he captures his prey from a distance. A form that gives human beings a rooted fear. The shapes, like the apparent loss of normal mind, were so ugly and distorted that hunger alone could not be explained. I wasn't sure if I could finish with one shot or honestly. Either way, I can't stop at this distance.

"He ate one of Ora's people. I can't forgive you."

"Please calm down. You'll be impressed."

"Guys!

For the settlers, they killed people they knew from childhood. That's unbroken exposure. Something that says anger doesn't subside. But it's nearly impossible for them to dissipate that anger. Too fundamentally different from rabbits and deer.

Above all, that monster had a clear harm to people.

"I'm leaving! Attack me when I'm about to get hit."

Alfred orders in a slightly stronger tone. Because he decided that he was not the right person to hold the foot pulling element. My whole body is telling me the danger. Instinct tells us we shouldn't fight. Still, the 'they' who take care of them contribute indirectly to the settlement. If it helps, I decided to fight it.

Hence...

"I'm going!

Softly, it moves without sound. Snow absorbs the sound, so it gets closer than normal. However, with bears in position with a good view, there would be a limited range to approach.

We need to figure out how close we can get, how close we can be to a single shot.

One shot battle, a battle that risked life and death.

Bears awakened in this period turn into ghosts in prey absent mountains. Kill him or he'll kill you.

(Where, how close can you get?

Your heart is depressed like an early bell. As if your heartbeat could reach your ear.

(I'm glad this' person 'is someone else. Probably, if I knew him, I wouldn't be able to stay so calm)

We don't even know why a bear who should be hibernating is visiting a human survival zone and extending to such a crime. But you won't be able to stop a person from releasing a bow of counterattack more than you have killed a person. They do it, they do it again, and this is the world again.

Blood, the sea of organs was as if it were a territory of bears. The moment I stepped in, my instincts determined, not reason, that no more invasion was possible.

(Can't you do any more? Let's do it!)

Quick throw, pull the bow with all your strength. The aim is to see the eye, a blow that protrudes to the medulla of the brain behind it. Make sure you get the most power.

"Phew."

Quiet, the battle opened the curtain.

Pickly and strangely behaving bear that you noticed on something. But it's too late for that reaction. Because Alfred's full power has already been unleashed, and he's flying in at great speeds.

"Grrrgh!?

An arrow that stood in my eyes. Soon to black-and-white his eyes at sudden hostility, the bear loses one of two. Deep, deep-pushed arrows. I don't like people eating bears.

"Gah!

"Huh!?

A bear that finds and penetrates Alfred from the orbit of an arrow, without ever being bored by pain. It shouldn't have been a shallow blow. At least I didn't expect him to come in a collision position without showing any pain. Still, it's decided what to do.

"Sick!

I slammed three arrows in a row at high speed on a bear coming in. Powerfulness is unlikely to compare to the first blow, but even a bear would be just as good if three were slapped into the same spot.

"... I don't even want to make small moves"

The expectation turns into a blister. Alfred threw down his bow. The fourth shot, from the point of bouncing off only one blow that was fatal, won't let me take it to the other. If so, it would be foolish to stick to distance.

"Gugga!"

"Let me use it. Mr. Yulan."

Alfred takes his place with a borrowing sword. The bear that penetrates is destruction itself. You don't look like a very handy opponent on your own. In fact, if you drop your hips and beat each other, you will die without holding for a few seconds. If I could do that, it wouldn't be human.

"Grrr!?

The sight of those who took it. Alfred let go of his sword as he slipped all the way into that blind spot. For the first time, we 'hit' the creatures directly, but the bears, the strong hairs, put together thick meat, and the bones were like steel. This is all shaken out. Note that it's too far to slash and throw away.

"Half the sight, tanks and magicians fall, that's it. I'm sorry, but I'm gonna seal it up!

Alfred, who had destroyed Rhushuan and many gladiators and even defeated Lionel, was much stronger than he thought. I have a response. own power that works even with wild opponents. The bear moves as I thought. I can move the bear exactly as I aim.

Advantage calls for dominance and turns it into victory by continuing.

There was snow. White sprays up as if it were an explosion.

"Respond, Ali, it is!

Bear screaming stuck to the snowfield. A deep, belly torn blow is a powerful sword born of seismic legs. Alfred looses his cheeks naturally to a blow where he feels his own growth.

Still on the way. Still had a chance to see 'real' before this. I tasted it in full in exchange for my predicament. If you find out, you can imitate it. Approaching, catching up, overtaking. I could see the way as I was on my way. Get new points and aim for more strength.

It's still fun to know what you don't know. Getting it is more fun.

Alfred laughs. The sense of business contained in that refreshing grin is yet to come.

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There was everyone in the settlement, and Alfred was fighting face-to-face, several men watching how things were going. What comes to mind in that eye is interest, curiosity. To wild bear opponents. Oh, and not many humans can fight alone. They can't fight like that on their own, either.

"No, it's a big deal. I feel totally cooked."

"If it's just a sword arm, it's probably better than a big head."

"... that's too much."

"Hey, that's not a big deal. The sword's arm is good, but it's not tight."

At the end of their gaze, Alfred had a smile convinced of the victory. That would have been the right certainty if that fight had been a game. Screw your opponent's will to fight and win if you make it pointless to fight any more. It is an easy story to understand.

But now...

"Kill each other, stay alert by the time you drop your neck. You're a disqualified warrior."

It's killing each other. The battle will not end until one of them dies. Its consciousness is faint.

That's why they shrug my feet.

Like that...

"Huh?"

Alfred dancing in the air. The villagers who saw it also had to be flabbergasted. A bear whose belly had been broken and whose organs were popping, without even a moment's loosening, instead thrust Alfred, who loosened the victory forward, across his body.

"Gahhhhhhh!"

A roaring bear, the villagers can't move a single step in sight of its shape. Anger, hate, red, red smeared negative emotions come to my eyes.

Just a moment of loosening divides wins and losses. Live or die, because it was not loose for those who were occasionally inferior to strength to win in such a battle. Unalarmed, he pursued victory only, so he could win.

…………

Alfred, blown away, realizes that he carried a tremendous amount of damage in just one blow. I'm conscious, I'm alive, I realize in the middle of a collision that I jumped backwards and the snow cushioned me.

If it were true, it would have died in that, at least it would have been driven to inactivity.

(... I don't know what this mood is)

Thoughts were clear. The body, though, doesn't move as much as you think. That's just amazing due to sudden shock and damage, too. I can't move. I'm not hurt. Cut in the mouth, strong impact on the stomach, bones may be broken.

(Mr. Lionel and Mr. Rhushuan, and many others, have fought. I've won. You think I'm gonna lose to the beast? So, is that good?

Still can move.

(Even myself, I don't know. Why should I...)

Although horsepower is better than Lionel's, there was also a tremendous difference in comparing both the speed of the agility reaction. If you pull out, you can win. If you pull out what you need to pull out...

(Sorry I don't know why you're angry)

Alfred stood up even as he carried the damage. Bears attacking to punish, whereas boys lay swords. Both sides live side by side with death. Sometimes the environment causes something to happen. Sometimes Nanica, who was sinking deep into the bottom, glimpses her face.

(I'm sorry you're mad, but I don't care)

It's like a feeling of unreality. It was in a strange mood, like standing over a single, transparent wall. What is happening in front of me makes me feel like other people.

(Still, why are you even mad at me?

Two beasts were cutting themselves together, leaving themselves to the fierceness. Born near the apex of the food chain, monsters strike, ignoring the damage that would lead to death. Bears can be described as incarnations of violence. The opposite is repeatedly inherited over and over again trying to compensate for inferior specs - the incarnation of force is here.

An instinct-to-instinct but also a force-to-move battle. Especially Alfred crosses with a cannibal devil with the look on his face. A battle between ghosts, though. We don't know what we fight for, what we kill each other for, or what both sides are angry about.

I don't even want to know.

One was killed playing with his precious children. Anger at a species called man. One felt pride and admiration for the victory piled up by the arc, mud painted there, painted. Anger at yourself. I don't understand. No words.

Only each other's blades are exchanged.

"" Gahhhhhhh!

There are two devils who make love to each other.

"... which one of them is the dumb one?

The storm, the moves, the extreme tip is outside the usual people's quarters. There is no understanding here either.

"... I see. It was inconsistent. That kid, he can kill each other."

"Uh-huh. It's Berserk. He's more of a mad warrior than the Vikes are today."

They found out. that the boy in front of us is like ourselves. No one knows if that's the right idea.

It's just...

"It's over."

You can tell by seeing Alfred stained with organs and blood. I shouldn't touch that one right now.

"... let me guess"

"I'm always willing to guess."

With the life of their chief man the man lays a bow. No hesitation whatsoever, Alfred the bloody wet set it loose. A warrior releasing the strongest bow of them.

That blow...

It was dodged in a flexible motion, like a beast. A move that the men have never even seen. They don't know. That the move I just showed is one that the monster who says Lionel is good at.

"... who?

"I'm being looked after in the neighboring settlement. That cedar, that's more of a bear we found over here. We'll get it back. This is part of my job."

"It's this side of him now, isn't it?"

"You're high and you don't understand. I'm not talking about you personally. We're talking about the settlers. You're not, are you? It doesn't smell like the people here. Stupid, stupid smell."

"... what"

"Hey, the guys next door. They hired us. Well, for a short time, let's say hello."

"No way, those guys over there, they're serious about the Oras. I knew I couldn't forgive you."

Alfred looks surprised to see how everyone in the settlement is doing. They were looking far through these galloping, bad mercenaries. I was feeling angry at the distance.

"Later, that's a bitch. He was even a kid."

"... the reason she was mad is no way"

"Well. I'll leave it to your imagination."

Alfred forgot me for a moment. Pull out your sword.

"An idiot. Chill your head once."

My men shoot a bow at the signal of a man. Again, without hesitation, the blow stood on the forehead of the settlement, the young man. "Become!?" Alfred felt the heat cooling down. One life disappears without ever understanding what happened.

"Bye, don't hang out with the idiots, just go back where you were, chick"

"You guys..."

"Mercenaries, you can only live in old times, outdated relics."

Laughing, they stroke the bear handily. Like saying that there is no part of the flesh or skin that can be wasted. Alfred can't help it. Now whoever shot the bow earlier is down, but it's not like he's lurking anywhere else. I have a hostage. And I have no right to account for their lives.

"Tonight, we'll exchange the settlers for a bear pot."

"Hiu, you're eating something warm."

"Ha ha, treat boy. We'll kill each other someday."

Alfred bites his teeth. Something is about to happen. They are first-rate warriors to see how they behave. It's not at the level of being hired in a place like this no matter how much winter it is. There's something about it. What they were up to, Alfred today didn't even have the shards to deduce it. No, there were shards. But it's too small...

It was unimaginable to Alfred, who did not know 'them'.