Tower of Karma

"- If you think you can kill him because he's a tight opponent, this is not as strong as it turns out again. As a child, if I thought I was dead, they would have picked me up."

"Well, that's how I met my grandfather."

"Thank God you just re-tapped yourself for being a war orphan and bent over. I also thank you for giving me 'moves' as a force to live. Thank you very much, if not enough."

"That was a good meeting. By the way, is this the way?

"Road, hey. People might even call it a hole."

All I see is a hole.

"Nevertheless, if we are to proceed, the hole is also another way. You call the passage of a man a way."

"Poetic, huh?!? If it weren't for this place, I'd be impressed."

Alfred and Raul had left the El Touré main unit and were moving on crawling in a place too narrow to call the path Raul had taken the last time. The same goes for Raul, who found this road for mysterious reasons saying it was because he grew up in the mountains, but he also wonders if the enemy he was putting up here is an idiot. There would be no such thing as a hole, no reason to protect it. If you think about it normally...

"The man I confronted, he's probably not one of them. I'm thoroughly exposed, I want them to feel good... some empathy and a meal at a time, I don't know about that."

"... empathy,"

values too far from their own creed. Now, they were too numerous to truncate it if it was wrong. One or two of us can make an exception, but if there are so many sympathizers that so many flocks are formed, it's never too far off. As people, they're not so far off.

Then what's wrong? Who is at fault? How do I...

"Oh, are you okay with the injury?

"Not now. Well, Ron had the same bump, and his body was sturdy. Besides, it's against your control to say that you're still losing."

Raul's gaze tightened. Ahead - small enough space for people to stand and walk. A pitch-black man sitting there. There was a samurai there who emitted an unusual atmosphere.

"Let's go with revenge."

"... the immature before this? Did you feel like telling me where the old master is?"

"I don't think losing is right for sex."

"It's a matter of power that has nothing to do with sex." Behind you, Prince. "

"We're out of time. I'm here for revenge, Mr. Black Star."

He was also the one who cut off the black star, Alfred's traveling factor, and his journey with Ark. Raul and Kress pinned me right after what I heard. I didn't have any hands or feet then. Even now, the difference would not be so filled.

"Black Star, I see. I knew it was that way."

Alfred took a step forward while Raul was convinced where he wasn't sure.

"Let me hear one thing"

"What?"

"Why are you helping them?

"... oh, right, right. Do you guys think so?"

Black stars laugh bitterly.

"Ten, twenty, thirty years, that's why I've lived. You young people make it easy. You should change, you should adapt. But humans, not everyone is clever."

And I stood up and stood up.

"The people here are just clumsy idiots. I know, but I can't change it. Times, I was looking for something else. Authority, not moves. Politics, not training. Still stuck around unchanged. Abandon your country, but just like I couldn't abandon a fist man."

Overwhelming pressure. Black star pressure increases.

"What stuff do you guys pierce?

I don't suppose you're willing to hear the answer.

"Well, that's just like you. I fell in love with this. I decided to live with this."

Raul took the same stance again. It's like a mirror copy. It makes sense that teachers are the same, genres are the same, and then this happens. That's where he's going. This guy's coming back.

"I haven't found a way, like you, to dedicate everything. But I, I've seen it. how much their clumsiness has hurt. with the victims of the times, and that hurts people and doesn't make it a good reason to take them away. I'm here to finish. That's it!

Alfred von Arcadia took the same stance. Not like before. It's not a thing to learn. To win, he took the same option.

"Are you going to be a fist man?

"No."

Leading the way - Alfred. Proficient enough to keep an eye on Raul, from flowing movements to seismic legs. Still in front of you is the black star. It is only an immature blow before the moves that have reached the realm of practice in the Far East. Easy to beat.

"I'm not a fist."

The moment the black star moved to interception, Alfred untied the fist he was about to punch in. What spills from it is' crush 'that I was picking up when I was crawling on the ground. Now the black star in front of me, not Raul, stripped his eyes in amazement.

Change the flow in order to crush it, or continue the attack without changing the flow, for just a few moments from the two options. In the middle of nowhere, when you don't know if you're conscious.

"We're gonna win."

Atmosphere spraying up from Alfred. Black stars became frightened by the murderous runoff. My opponent, who was supposed to be understated, stuck me with the smell of death, and I was frightened. It's not just the intention to kill. That boy, he's so transformed. I'm surprised at that gap, too.

It is also between and a gap.

Alfred's movements were uncomfortable. The attitude of living together, incorporating momentum there, was found in the unique weight movement. But obviously, the timing is off.

The slaughter unleashed is a brilliant blow. There was no force on it, but it was not sweet enough to swallow with the flow clogged. An avoided black star with a single hair that opened his legs and dropped his upper body.

But it's...

"End"

It was only a sprinkler for fate. The second blow in the sheath that comes after that put the force on. I know the black stars, but I insulted them. If you think of your opponent as a first-rate fistman, at least as a Raoul-like fistman, you could have been on guard.

"Hey, Gah!?

Overshadowing power differences, moves and traps. What you only know before you cross the winter. By further intertwining his own skill with his hidden moves, he cheated off. Techniques that only slow down power were then learned in the battle with him and experienced through training during the winter months.

Black star slammed against the wall with the roar. Though he poked through the gap, Alfred slowly walked past it, letting it sink on his grid with just three hands.

"... as per the meeting."

"I just had a hand to beat. There is no next time. I'll take care of the rest."

Raul was grinning bitterly at the fact that the plate had moved as he had said beforehand. It worked, which in itself is a good thing, but that its accuracy is too high. That I have succeeded in my opponent in character. Above all, fear the 'strength' of winning it off calmly, as if even Strachez, who has read it through, is referring to it.

"So, Mee! Wait for me!

A black star that spits blood but tries not to chase it down.

"It's bad. Your opponent is me."

Raul punches in a kick of momentum without hesitation there. The black star is still strong, even though it took damage and made it look good. But as a consideration, I'm letting Alfred escape the scene. Blackstar was outraged that he was gripped by the victory, even though he used various things rather than being outspoken. To my own impudence...

"I'm gonna smash Temeer down and smash that kid!

"I can't beat the fact that I got more handouts than this."

The same standing fist collides in hollow. The roar echoed the narrow passage.

One man dived into the center of Dawn's End at the same time as a battle broke out between fistmen. To take the leader's neck at once and end this battle as soon as possible.

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Only a few discussions determine a joint front with Valhore, and both El Touré and Valhore factions march on a narrow path for the troops to pass. The road I've taken before. I went through here before to poke the other guy's gap. Again, I dare you to take the same path as a spray bait.

Valhall was thinking the same thing. It was also trying to regain their lost confidence as a robust decision.

"... Dear Skol"

…………

Skol, General of the Valhall Army, pretended to sleep. Ivan stares at Cress. Cress was honestly apologizing "sorry".

In front of them was the exact same formation in the same place that suffered the defeat of a nightmare for El Touré. A pitch-black Ostberg heavy-duty infantry, at its center a fallen eagle, Lester von Falke, waited for the battle as he squatted.

"I am not willing to hold you accountable any more than I have decided by agreement. But more than this has happened, it's a reproduction of the day even if we keep attacking. In this narrow path, the power of the collective cannot be brought to life. The powers are all creatures, including that Lester. The difference is clear."

Above all, El Touré has lost once. I was confident. He was young and full of power. That's why that experience of losing without a hand or a leg creaks my leg. El Touré can't fight more than before. If you attack the dark clouds, you can have a pile of corpses. It is a conclusion that we do not even have to think about.

"We just have to fight. Before the mighty, I'll come forward too."

"I'm also here on behalf of Nedeluxe the Spear. I don't want to be scared."

This situation was unexpected for Cress. Lester and Ostberg Heavy Infantry, use all this fighting power for this little road one defense. I would hate such waste under normal military law. Things were different then. It should be telling that Estado is coming from the front and Valhall is also moving. I didn't entirely raise the white flag with El Touré.

Three forces, all militarily above. We should have had to conscript more rationally and effectively to cope there, and it shouldn't have been possible to put them here where there could be enough main force, even if it wasn't something familiar with defensive tactics. At least, we should be letting them disperse. That's what Cress had in mind. Probably the same idea for Skoll.

"No, I'm coming. Mr. Garm ate me a cup."

Smooth voice, open mouth Skole had a bitter grin.

"I can't make this difference to Mr. Garm, who's tough. Then there's only one answer. They're not embedded in the tactics, they came freelance. I don't know what they thought or what they didn't think as a result of making the lunatics like it, but they decided to sit here."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Lu Shun. Do you want to keep storming?

"Say stupid. They seem strong. They were all taken by the sea. We're weak soldiers and famous Sambalts, aren't we? It will end more tragically than El Touré."

"It's not hard to imagine. I'm shaking. Looks strong, those people."

"I'm not strong, I'm strong. Everybody, no leaks. And then one of the centers is a little less stylish. Whatever it is, it's against the rules. Uh, I wish Mr. Ulysses was here, not to say His Majesty. That prince Akane had to make a fool of herself. I would have been here."

"If you vandalized around Vike's shema and sank ten pirate ships, that would piss you off too, wouldn't it? As a result, he stood around against a large convoy of beautiful Vikes, sinking a few ships and hiding clouds in Garnia. Mr. Ulysses was driven out by that arbitration... and in the meantime, this is it"

"Vike was too well, too, so his Highness isn't generally bad, but there's a time. I should have left it up to the queen without showing any color. If there's nothing you can do about it, it's the story of His Majesty putting out and finishing. I know you don't want to rely on me, but that would be personal."

Skol scratches my hair. Even one thing, if the time is out, it's a story that comes together easily. At the nearest worst time for Valhall, things overlapped. The worst hand I've ever chosen on top of that. That's what it means to destroy Skoll.

"I also want Valhall to put the strong together. This soldier has made a break for it."

"Then the more you sacrifice, the more you sacrifice."

Skoll moves forward looking troublesome.

"Character-covered spears, I'll drop you."

"Well, I thought that would happen"

It was a blind spear orpheus who advanced next to Skoll.

"If a group of enemies is going to move, stop with bows for each of us. Can you do that?"

"For the sword is useless, because the bow practiced. Good luck, Master Lu."

Skole and Orpheus began walking slowly without feeling in particular. It is a narrow road. A cut mountain passage. Natural arch bridge.

"Ma, wait. Not the two of us."

"With a broken heart, you can't even win what you can. Mr. Cress would have had a problem before that."

Orpheus trumps in a word those who seek to chase him. In fact, Ivan and the others' hearts are broken. As a samurai, I haven't been able to escape - but in this environment, I'm stuck with my feet.

A narrow road. Even the right person. It's better not to start at the beginning of the dispute.

"Are you confident? Yarme."

"On the contrary, are you confident?

"Don't return questions with questions. There can't be."

"Neither do I. So much so, that 'sound' is off track"

"Still the most likely and least expensive way to win. I'll get you to hang out."

"Yeah, I know."

Sacrifice would be sacrificed if it became a riot on a narrow road. It would be harder to capitalize on the benefits of numbers than it would be if a herd with different strengths were bumped into each other. I guess it would have been different if there had been at least a regiment of soldiers with experience - but I can't help but screw around.

"Let's do it."

Skol pulled out a shaped sword that changed shape. Single blade, slightly curved. The blade was engraved with wavy literature, demonic and brilliant. It seemed like a kind of work of art.

"... gi"

Mukuri and Lester get up. A gaze that makes you worth your opponent.

"Shall I try"

Orpheus also swirled his favorite spear again.

An aura rises loosely from the two bodies. Things that aren't intense, but feel certain strength.

"Gigah!"

Lester reacted to the two wars. The knights in the back don't move.

I guess this one conveys its intentions. The intention is to fight one-on-two because no one is equipped with the equivalent power to fight against each other in strength. It may appear cowardly, but it was passed down to the knights, who are powerful.

Lester is inferior to Lester, but they are also extraordinary users.

(First gate breaks through. Pretend you're crazy, you're a knight after all)

Lester advances like a crawl, a slip, and a crawl. The two of them are in a battle posture. The battlefield was narrowed to one point. It's good old fashioned.

"Gah!

The battle began.