Tower of Karma

Black Star sees himself as a young man in Raul's movements. I'm sure he would have had fun and had no choice. Just like those days when I absorbed moves, immersed myself in moves, swaddled in moves, and moves responded to me. Even now he sees and learns enemy moves. Today more than yesterday, tomorrow more than today.

I was young. Already, something I'm about to lose.

"It's late!"

"Come on, man!

It was critical and powerful, but I tried to avoid it. If it had been before this, it would have been a determined move. I can see the growth. The atmosphere is stretching elsewhere.

Since when, it has been the position of the protecting side.

"... I don't think so."

A way of life called an old fist man in a far eastern land. The old master left, the white dragon was banished, and the remaining self was also neglected as one of the few authentic. Nine dragons were morphed and disappointed in the world of martial arts, where the authority of an old fake community sprang. So it was his vessel that fled on the same path as his predecessors without resisting.

I knew it. It is also weakness that has lived with children playing with race as a shield.

"Wu, more, more!

I'm not the only one who's been put on their youth. All who are fleeing, this place may be the destination of those who have fled. I can't help but be attracted to myself.

"What's up, kid? Do you fool fishermen to that extent?!?

Just a little, just one step, makes me want to take it. I was young. A man's move that was admirable and opposite poles. Rigorous fist at the opposite pole of a streamlined fist man. Whose words were the two of us together - if covetousness abandoned it, I would receive it myself.

"What, ha!?

The destructive power that smashes even the flow. Even a torrent like that has to bend before the iron core.

"I'm not done with moves. Get up, you can't do it yet, 'cause you're young!

If the youngsters are going to grow up, they can just move on.

It has been the real deal since we were about to be caught up.

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Two people giving in front of Lester. The two were so awesome that even the ghosts of Ostberg could not move. Highly local and differently established martial arts. Grow further from it. That's the rate of growth without ceiling knowledge. If it had been before the battle began, it would not have been so much inferior to Ivan. That's the same thing as Cress.

But they had to stretch. I had the guts to step out here and be strong.

So I got stronger.

Therefore, their growth, their strength, revived the genius.

"... I'm not kidding. Is this the Black Eagle?"

"… so gentle when it was distorted,"

Lester was smiling. There is no evil there. Just one samurai who enjoys fighting the mighty. A mask called falling, peeling, madness is what armor should have hidden its weakness. I ran in and asked for a way to make sense. Irrational, defeat at at strength. Mad with regret then. Fallen eagle in pursuit of 'power'.

"Dorothy? This is it, O.W. Ricca?

Plundering, the voice of a deceased who's about to disappear. But that's definitely people's language, and Cress is about to cry on the occasions put in there. I thought I lost everything. They're not coming back here anymore. I learned the sword because I was so sure.

To stop them. I learned to end it. Once upon a time, a black sheep was forced to follow the work of a man whom black steel had tried to teach but who kept fleeing if it was not suited to sex.

I guess Kimon got stronger, but I was confident that...

"Please, both of you. Just a little bit stronger, will you?

"... unscrupulous things to say"

"I'm powerless. He can't even stand on the same level at a stop there. The mind alone must be able to aspire to the apex."

"I don't mean to be that greedy."

"Yeah, well, the more humans, the better."

Cress laughed when she saw the two humble faces.

"If I had a mirror, I'd show it to you. Your faces. It's okay, I'm not a big one myself, but I know the apex. You're all right."

Two people touching Peppa and her own face. It looked like I could afford it, but I could see I was trying so hard to get my breathing done. It's not broken yet. I haven't been shown this much difference - that's why Lester is waiting for the two of them to get up without moving.

No innocent warrior was here to block it. I also say I'm not sure I can crack it and put it in.

"And apparently the other one's here."

Behind the Ostberg Heavy Infantry and others, the iron door blew up with the explosion. The giant, who appeared all the time, with a full grin in one hand, stands before Lester now. None of my men are following me. I don't even show you how to care about that.

This arrogance, the way you walk down my path...

"Xena Sid Campeador"

El Touré also has people from Estado. And he knew. that she is, unlike herself who is just brilliant, a real genius who pushed through. True treasure is something to hide. She is the treasure of Estado.

"... have you been pushing through singles? Estaard was attacking from the opposite direction."

Skol sees Xena with a frightened face.

"Super tight! Xena, you may not win."

Xena smiles and spears as she says so. I don't deserve to be cowardly about the difference in power or anything. She knew at birth that not fighting here would be a bigger wound than living differently. So laugh. So much so that it's a winless battle, laugh, laugh, and exceed the limits.

And win.

"... giha"

Lester laughed again, too. Fierce, Raptor grin.

Heavy-duty infantry that clear the way. Xena vs. Lester. The stage is set.

"... hey, wait a minute"

…………

The battle begins. The gently dancing giant body only seemed to be some kind of joke, and it was not a battle between men to twist its overwhelming power with further force. There is another awesome taste to it. 'Power' gained by madness. The regret of defeating the white bear against his opponent is its source.

Fierce force and reward for moves. Lester was winning, both in power and in moves.

Obviously pressured Xena. Still, one or every samurai already looks like he eats down on his own. She's also the type to grow in production again. More and more, as if Lester were trying to pull it out, the battle between the two is accelerating -

"I don't remember being so beautifully ignored."

…………

Skol stood up ignoring the screams of his body. The interest that was meant for us earlier was taken by a giant woman named Xena. Skoll is a natural pain in the ass, and most things can flow, and the nature of not caring much. That's the face of his table.

But he is the son of a wolf, the man who crawled up from the bottom to show him at this young age. Now with the support of my late mother, I finished my bad studies to the top of my class. There's no way a man like that is laughing at me for making fun of me so far.

Silently, Skoll stood up. Blush's bragging hair mixed with black and gold. There's no usual soft look there. He was opening his thin eyes and staring at his enemies.

"I don't care."

With that said, he stood up as a loser, and Orpheus, who stood up for spears, was the same again.

The atmosphere increases to a further stage.

"FUCK!?

Lester's blow blew Xena away. The three were at the same distance around Lester.

"... wayina"

Spread your hands and call me, Lester says. Three on one, he said this was reciprocal. In a way that pinches back and forth, it is easy for us to win even if we are opponents with ample strength.

The three moved out at the same time. Sick as a wolf, sharper than sound, hotter than the sun's offense.

They saw the time of pearls produced by just four people.

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"Welcome, son of William Lewius. You're here to clean up after the times my father ended? Maybe if we triumph over our necks as souvenirs, we can go home."

"... you are the leader of Dawn End."

"Whoa, it's Garm, former Assistant Black Mercenary Corps Vice Commander."

"It's Alfred von Arcadia. I'm here to get your neck."

I'm sorry, but I'm not willing to give it to you.

Alfred quietly pulled out his sword before Garm, who rose from his chair. I've already slashed many. Where there is now one more person - above all, if this ends them, there is a life to be saved. Then let's say no. their fate. Old age artifacts.

"Be prepared."

There is no stray in Alfred's eyes that stepped out.