Tower of Karma

The young man sings moonlight. Playing lute, I think and sing about a vibrant little town. I don't know the beauty of the moon for a young man. But I know what it sounds like when people think it's beautiful. That's why the youth liked the moon. Everyone likes the moon.

This town was full of small but good sounds. The youth only show up once in a while, but their sounds were always cozy and I sometimes thought I'd really stay.

"Orpheus! Here we go again, it's them, it's Dawn End!

"... that sounds impeccable. The sound of carrying a tragedy, the strong sound of trying to pass your own ego"

The young man's name is Orpheus. I left the lute with the man who came to report it and took the spear I usually use as a cane. On your way, make a bad noise.

"I'm gonna go for a little while"

"Oh, I'll take care of this one responsibly."

"Thanks"

Orpheus walks through the forest of the abyss without straying in the world of the moonlight alone. For him darkness is a neighbor, not a subject of fear. He doesn't see, he can't see. I've been blind since birth, that's his norm. Instead of being invisible, he sees the world with the rest of his senses.

Blind spear, Orpheus. Flirted by the currents of the world, the narrow world is his home.

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Orpheus got to the scene earlier than anyone else. Darkness is the area where his characteristics stand out most. Even the same foot speed can run through in the darkness nearly twice as fast.

It smells like many deaths. Death could be 'seen' from the whole body of a man facing each other more than that.

"... what do you mean, how much killing can produce such a different sound"

An atmosphere so disastrous that the four senses other than vision are likely to crush. How much work can create this kind of atmosphere, it's just horrible.

Sounds like you hate everything in the world. Heart sounds, exhales, standing and behaving, everything was in denial of the world. It's like iron, but how can it change things?

(... not yet... even me)

Huge vessel no matter what you put in it.

"... live or die"

"That doesn't make any sense."

Orpheus speared an intense sound, a smell, at the opponent with an atmosphere that made his skin tingle.

Move out and pack between relaxed and full of atmosphere.

(I'm used to fighting. But at the same time there is a glimpse of youth)

For a moment in the middle of a spear, it stops - accelerating from there all at once.

"I see. He's also smart"

Orpheus strikes backwards. Sword moves that made sense in one hand or another. He measures the power of his opponent while mixing calm, faux, and fate. The enemy has grasped enough of this power in the short term.

"Why fight!?

"... that's this line!

Sparks that explode in hollow. From here on out, both of us take a step backwards.

"Why not be right!

"That's quite arrogant."

From there it was an instant event.

Cut from the lower section, it's fake and fate is a punch in the sheath. blind spot, it would have been an invisible attack if it had been the blind one. But for Orpheus, it's a clear move, and after turning a blind eye, it reverses the blind spot of the loose-minded opponent when it's decided.

The man who watched the movement is forced to twist his body and twist it to show it. It was now Orpheus' turn to marvel at the flexibility of its movements and the speed of its reaction.

I can get the attack out of there. Its freedom is a move that is not in Orpheus' experience. He doesn't know. About a monster called Lionel. So it was impossible to see through this movement. If it was normal - I had no choice but to respond when I was reacting at normal times.

"... be!?

"It's settled."

But he's not normal.

He hasn't seen. Because I can't see. He captures things with the other four senses. It is sound, smell, vibration of air, etc. They clearly tell Orpheus the signs that emanate from the back of his body. Much faster than I can see with my eyes, I can 'see' the actions to be taken.

A spear arcs to creep up. Its orbit became an inevitable blow as if it were the third moon. Orpheus is convinced of victory. I couldn't think of a hand to overshadow this.

(... great)

So of the enemy, Orpheus sends a spare praise for the choices taken by the man.

Ridiculous choice to ride a spear. The timing couldn't even be different for a moment from the amazing sense of balance, above all the heart sounds were great since I decided it was the only one.

(Good balance. It's not about being on a spear, it's about how fast you get to choose and make a decision about it, and the accuracy with which you're sure to do it. very high dimensional, balanced)

The man jumped backwards and took a distance just slightly with Kun. shape that further showed each other, in their hands. Did you first say that the clash between blind foresight and super thinking power was mutual? The battle from here will be even more fierce.

"Have you not seen it with your eyes? Be the first to experience it."

I was still being taken for granted. I caught a microscope that I couldn't see with my eyes. No, now that I think about it, I guess they made me catch it. It was a blow to the try, what to do with this attack. He was also a very clever opponent. Hard to do, Orpheus thinks.

"I, too, have never seen a calm man in this battle before"

"... I guess so"

"Yeah, it's not normal. Just like me."

The atmosphere of both to strain further. From here on out, we go beyond a little research.

The air, it's stuck, it's blown...

"Orpheus! That person is not! You protected us from them!

"I thought I'd settled down, and when I came to see how things were going, I was surprised the two of us who were supposed to be on our side were fighting."

Before we try to bump into each other again, the two people who were being treated by Yelena go into arbitration. I guess you know Orpheus well. The atmosphere between the two explains to the pompous Orpheus is just a little soft. That was all a sign that he was trusted.

"... I see. I'll be back soon."

"I don't have a choice. Orpheus can't tell who's the only corpse he's sleeping with."

"It doesn't even depend on the face of it. My deepest apologies to the Knight of the Journey."

"It's good, never mind. I should have pulled my sword and discussed it."

That nasty atmosphere scratches off and a fresh breeze blows. Orpheus thought the transformation was horrible. He's in control. I can point that willingness to kill at people, just as I can set up a sword.

"My name is Orpheus. We make mountain road guides our business."

"I'm Al. I'm a traveler. This is Yelena."

"I'll see you first. Looks like she's dressed very strangely. At first, I couldn't recognize you as a person. I'm sorry to neglect the outside world."

"... Yelena. I'm looking to be a doctor."

Orpheus heard her sound and smiled flutteringly. Very gentle and strong sound. I'm sure she won't bend. I feel the power to go straight for goals.

These two are alike. One is laying down a path and one is lost in the way. Shaking only the size of the vessel can have a huge impact. Sounds that can be either Demon King or Wise King.

But only one thing was clear.

He said it was... a masterpiece.

"If you don't mind, let me show you to the village. Night lanes are inconvenient for the average human being. For me, there's not that much difference between daytime and 'seeing' scenery."

"I appreciate the offer. We're lost, too... help."

"What, they're my beloved neighbors. I wouldn't even be in this kind of repayment if you protected it. Shall we come? Just watch your step."

Orpheus decided to observe carefully. I shouldn't let go of my eyes right now. Somehow I felt that way. Blind spears together to discern. Meeting him was also going to mean a lot to Alfred again.

With the battle from here...

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The village guided by Orpheus was not a big gathering to flatter. However, there is a glimpse of the signs that the traveler was visiting. Maybe it used to flourish on a small scale.

"Oh, had you started yet?"

"Oh, it's Orpheus! Come here and have a drink, too."

"It's Shimodo."

"I know."

Orpheus sitting in a corner seat with all the usual places and all the people he knows who are totally capable of doing it. After inviting the two of them to sit down by hand, just to meet the clerk. Is that just the place where the drinks came out?

"Sorry for the noise"

"No, I don't mind at all. Just a little surprised."

"You think I'm going to prefer a quieter place?

"... was that rude?"

"No, because it's a good mistake. I like this kind of lively sound. Some days are good and some days are bad. Although it's a lot worse these days. By the way, if you were drinking earlier, you lost your son one day. Still, this is how we nod ourselves to the foolishness and laugh at each other even in the air. pathetically beautiful."

The young man who said Orpheus had a unique sensibility. I say I like such a secular place while having a floating away atmosphere. The habit, the way you enjoy it, is human observation, so go around and you'll still be a freak.

"I laugh even in the abyss of despair. Stepped or trampled, stand up. Alcohol in one hand, muttering a song out of tune, see, the light also shone into such a narrow world"

He doesn't see those who look like Alfreds. Instead he sees things that the Alfreds don't see.

"Depending on the situation, did this place become Gallias, Arkland, and temporarily Valhore territory? Now, chaos no longer knows whose territory it is. Still, the residents here are used to it. To live in that kind of world. I know how to laugh."

I wouldn't have been born into a land like this because I liked it. Still, people create various ways to adapt to the environment. Silly noise is one of them.

"Orpheus! Deposit it"

Orpheus buzzes when he 'sees' things thrown fluffy.

"Lute is a sideline tool, so you always say a little more politely."

He grabs it on the back without even turning to you, and starts playing it from the standpoint where he entered the hall. The noise is interrupted just because everyone was waiting, and all of a sudden the tavern changes quickly to the playing venue. One sound, the moment they play, Alfred and Yelena keep an eye out.

Powerful, thick sound. Intense melodies against appearance. The Alfreds didn't know such a lute play. I didn't know that Lute could make such a strong noise, or that even if he played hard, the music wouldn't collapse, something that would exalt him so much.

"Come on, sing thoughtfully"

When the orpheus stirs gently, everyone starts singing in unison. Alfred is also about to be put on board and sing, but I will endure much longer remembering that there is. Yelena looked like she said five seconds before she was about to sing out. The appearance of every rhythm in her body only seemed like an owl, coupled with her naughty clothes.

"... a"

From that owl...

"Huh!?

I'm stunned that so much beauty has popped up that Orpheus has opened his eyelids, everyone.

"Sounds good. Keep it on the melody, keep your voice going, yeah, yeah, great"

Yelena raised her voice even more when she was put on the Orpheus. Clear, starry-sky singing. Orpheus also opens his mouth by being put on it.

A rare sight was spreading everywhere. A strangely dressed girl and an orpheus always thoroughly on the back as a bouncer were putting Lute's melody on to produce harmony.

"... beautiful"

Alfred felt the thread of his heart loose, which he had been straining for a long time. It creeps in. It's like a babysitter song, the first song I've ever heard, but even though it's a word, nostalgia, sorrow, spreads to my chest. Good day. Good night.

I'm home - you're here.

"... you were crude"

If I noticed, the music was over. It was Yelena who mistakenly thought she had made fun of everyone when she saw them. That's not wrong in a way.

"It was a good song. Really, good. Today, you don't have to sleep."

"Let me hear it again, young lady. By the way, is that really popular in the city?

"I'm not saying it's weird... but isn't it weird after all?

"... this is the right clothes for Marcia..."

Seeing Yelena stuffed with unprecedented momentum and swallowed by a circle of people, Alfred smiled as a good sight. I hope this triggers it.

"It was a great singing voice. The sound gives rise to the essence of a person. She will be gentle, have a heart of mercy to 10,000 people and devote her life to healing people. So, so beautiful."

"... that sounds unfortunate when you ask."

"The beauty of things is probably ahead of the tragedy"

"It's a terrible world."

Orpheus did not miss the sound hidden in his voice.

Your voice doesn't have a mix of sounds.

"I wonder if I have any emotions. Lately, I don't know who I am."

"... all I can tell you from you is that I pointed the spear at you earlier because I thought that's who you're dealing with. You're too close to them, too. I felt it was dangerous."

"Danger, huh?"

"Dawn End and you are different. They are relics of an era that is over. The world will destroy them. That day, it's not far. You have a future. I want you to be strong."

"What do you mean their end is near?

Alfred's eyes glow gleaming dull.

"... El Touré's vigilante is on the move. I don't know the details, but the battle power difference seems pretty big. Perhaps they will win as they are. If we lose, two nations of great righteousness move out. That's it."

"The vigilante!? It's against that community philosophy."

"It's Jianmae. Now it's a fine army. Soon, won't you be independent? Well, that doesn't matter. The crux is that the world has moved"

Grabbing the knife that was on the table, Orphe threw it on a large parchment map affixed to the wall. That's a map of this neighborhood, where the knife stood not so far from its current location. More than that, I'm amazed at the proximity of our borders with each country.

"The trace of a small country that used to be called the Iron Country. That's their Negijo."

"... when Estaard and Valhall move?

"It's already working. It's a village like this, so the ears are early."

Alfred was staring at the map with a strong light. Yelena (I don't see the expression because I wear cheerful clothes) who doesn't feel worried about it in the distance.

Orpheus sighs.

(That's what I've been talking about, but I'm more afraid of you than I am of Dawn End with an end in sight in my 'eyes'. You know what? What you look like when you say you're a terrible world.)

If mighty talent drowns in hate, the effect is not Dawn End's ratio. Sooner or later he could destroy the world. Only a little of that fear passed behind Orpheus' brain.

I hope it's a mistake - I think.