Tower of Karma

When Lester hasn't even healed the injuries he received from him yet, Alfred sits back after an audition with Arc for just a break. I have a feeling it's getting stronger. Dawn End, after the Battle of Lester, there was one feeling beyond the wall.

"It's just a blow, now I've seen the finest. It will be worth twelve minutes."

I saw, no, I didn't see it. Even though I knew it was coming, I could only resist the extent to which I would modify the orbit slightly instead of receiving it. As a result, Lester died and Alfred survived. But the boy wasn't stupid or optimistic enough to say he won it.

"You can't imitate that poke. I don't even think about imitating it."

"Can't a clever man be a selling lord?"

"Even if we can get close, we can't imitate it. It feels cold, imitating things that don't resemble each other, just bringing the atmosphere. Mine's too cheesy than I've seen the real extremes."

"... Hmm"

ceilings that I've even seen thin before. It looks obvious now.

"Do you think I can shine to the top as a samurai?

Ark often thinks...

"If you're prepared to dedicate everything to the sword, it might arrive. That's the way to shave it all off, cut off the king and the love, and if it's just a lifetime to seek, I won't tell you it can't be overturned."

"He's barely grown since last year."

"It is."

"Weight is also limited in size for this skeleton"

"Uhm."

"I wasn't chosen."

"No denial."

"Thank you, Mr. Ark"

Ark's unobtrusive opinion. Alfred embraced it, laughing bitterly.

"But if we set limits, only for a 'certain period', the possibility of grasping heaven jumps. Understand your strengths. Sir is strong. But you can't even beat an unfinished bowl without wearing that strength wrong."

"Period, strength, mine, is it?

"Drop the White Knight phantom first. Sir can't be a white knight. The White Knight cannot be Sir. The parts that gather widely are the same, but there is a personality in how to use that breadth. That monster deepened his breadth, his immense knowledge, and he continued to deepen his sword. It is the ultimate of mortal things. There is no mistake that it is one of the mountains to aspire to. Therefore, in imitation..."

"I can't keep up with you forever"

"Yes. After the same journey, it should be noted that it does not result in the same result. That's the personality. The best hand of the White Knight and the best hand of the Golden Knight are different. First you have to understand. That it's not. And look for it. the golden path."

Ark's big hand strokes my mess and Alfred's head. I look embarrassed, Alfred with a smile that just seems a little happy. Know it or not, Ark's cheeks also loosen.

"Then let's be pioneered. In an age when Sir's sword shines, Golden Time."

"... or cool"

"Huh. Wouldn't it?

Thoughts I've been curious about for a long time. When I met Lionel, no, more than that, when I first met Mira. There will always come a time when it won't arrive, he said.

It would be a shame to lose, but perhaps at that point we could have beaten Mira. While in Arkas, there were as many hands as I could win if I wanted to. But that's because she's unfinished. Once completed, it will never arrive again.

I met Lionel, and I looked at Lester, and I thought to myself, including the other one who was worn out in the cave, the three of them who were there. One day there will come a time when we can't win, he said.

But if you give it back - if it's incomplete, you have a chance.

You just have to finish it first.

Alfred von Arcadia.

To do that...

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"I guess one day, I won't be able to beat you"

"Is Xena misheard? I heard you could win now."

"That's what I said, Xena."

Alfred lifts the corner of his mouth with his hands. When I retreated my hand, there was a king's grin sticking to his place. Everyone was fond, everyone was scorched, and no one would give in, and the king's mask was there.

A golden atmosphere overflowing at the same time.

"Xena, Campeador, you can't lose!

Bo, a burst of fire runs. Alfred paid for it unwrought.

"Huh!?

What was left in Xena's hands was a big finish left by a warrior who was two times smaller than herself. Xena's spear was indestructible because of the combination of ultra-range, speed, and strength.

"I thought about it. Ever since that day..."

Now that iron wall is eroded by gold.

"Come on!"

The continuous poking that Xena unleashes, all of them getting slapped down.

"That doesn't make sense."

"What's going on?

Neither have the samurai of Estado swallowed the situation. Though that schematic plays the horizontal side, you have to antagonize Xena quite a bit with force. There is no reason to antagonize this physique difference, considering that it is male or female. So much there was an opening in both physical abilities.

"My limit value. I found out the ceiling. Thanks to you, it's clear again."

One step at a time while playing the spear reward, the steady walk was even elegant.

"I haven't put my time together yet, how I'm going to use it. But I've been thinking about it since I met you. He said he'd take it down early. Within my reach, let me make a track record of defeating Xena Sid Campeador. Because this kind of thing is a pile."

With unsolicited reason, the Golden Knight advanced without starvation and finally retreated Xena. Instead of scratching it, slap it down to slow down the rpm and create room to move forward. For the first time in this battle, Xena, as you can see, left the moment Alfred reached his time.

"Phew."

Xena takes one deep breath, exhales loudly, and makes her eyes shimmer. Who you deserve to be serious about. It will be the first time in its generation. Little remains of those who can cross with her in this country themselves, and none of them are young. We finally found someone to play with.

If you enjoy it here, you're not a warrior. If you don't roll here, it's not Campeador.

"Yikes!

She's the same again that leaped in the fight against Lester.

Faster than before, hotter than before, the spear roars and strikes. Above all, proof that tremendous speed, power, and freedom are the genius of spears, the lineage of 'Spirituality'. More colorful than anyone else in the clan, the body of the "fierce" is ridden with moves honored as "Hua".

"This is Xena!

Crimson flame. She is the new sun that symbolizes Estado.

That's why Alfred...

"Hot."

Put out that flame.

The White Knight's Sword.

"Oh, I've never seen it raw before."

"But then Zena won't stop."

Turned off or off, it burns and surpasses.

That is Xena's way of life and spear.

"Xena!"

Zeno roar. Ugh, Xena pulled the spear.

A spear released in brackets of taka when it was erased in the same way. loose, and Alfred didn't miss it there. An evil sword that slides the sword in a spear pattern to aim at a handheld. It was the sword of the samurai, Adam, the superior hundred generals, whom he met on his journey.

Dauntingly, without any context, the sword changes.

"That's fine."

Ark nods. A golden flame mixes with faint changes.

Yelena doesn't know how to fight. But I still thought it was beautiful.

"The White Knight deepened. I'll keep spreading it until it's overflowing."

Alfred mimics Mira's movement, which doesn't make her feel light gravity, and the spear itself knocks it off with Gunter's sword. The heavy sensation remaining in Xena's hands, the paralysis, was something she did not know.

"Mira is free, Palomides weighs"

Freedom requires consideration. Even if she doesn't need it, she can't even imitate it if she has to sharpen her body. It's a burdensome move, just like Lionel's imitation. At the same time tens or hundreds of thousands of punches are used, Gunter's sword reaching its end. Exquisite timing and the belief to pour into the moment, where the weight arises. At the same time, they mimic separate human beings. There were two appearances in one vessel.

That doesn't fit in two.

Rhushuan, Lionel, the warriors who have defeated them, even if not beyond, also imitate them, creating a loose end. Everyone has something to glow at. Alfred proves that if you pick it up and use it at the right time, it will work for the monsters as well.

"... Xeno. Xena is Xena. Your sister wins, right?

"The sense of letting down and reproducing the movements of those of different statures into their own bodies. Calm to the horror of getting in and out without mixing them up. Above all the instantaneous power of thought to judge instantly. He said he was a monster. In addition, it explodes with more choices by daring to mix. Xena also manages with taste, but her head hasn't caught up at all"

"... no"

The sights of the fierce men of Estado are so utterly silent. No one had ever seen it. So much space. And with all this elevation, you have no obsession with your own martial arts, with your sword. That's why another sword can look different without paying attention. Instantly, without gaps in emotion.

There is no clutter where I said I liked or disliked it.

It was just necessary or unnecessary, that's all.

"Is the move a pawn,? Follow many moves and point around to get your opponent stuffed. It would be a sight of anger if Lord Dino saw it, but the other predecessors would be interested in what they would find on him."

Second generation El Sid, Elvira's eyes showed Strachez's plate surface. I'm desperately eating down, but I don't see a plate surface on Xena. Looks like Elvira. Once upon a time, he saw the battlefield in Strachez. He is now letting one-on-one battles fall into his place.

Regardless of the depth, the instantaneous power of thought and the accuracy of parallelism are not far from even top Elvira or Lydiane or William. Because it doesn't look like it, its strength makes it a terrible weapon. A talent for making the same thoughts as yourself with a single hit, a feeling of speed that is not comparable to the battlefield. Do her and unknown, I can't describe her as a monster.

"Army vs. unit. Good experience, Xena. This defeat will make you stronger."

Only Elvira could see the endgame diagram.

One-handed, second-hand, too beautiful a way to make it pack. That's the way to lead the finger around.

"Alfredo!"

Deadly thrust. If it was before I met Lester, I might have been stunned. It was so fast and powerful. It was with the eagle's spear that he moved forward, as if he had wrapped a flame, without hesitation, because he had experienced it.

Compared to his best...

"We're still halfway down the road, each other,"

Still, her spear is incomplete. It is a diagram in which the pattern of the spear is held in one hand and gripped together by a half body. Xena wins if compared to simple power. That's why Xena put her strength on the spear, no matter where she swings. I even used that power to...

"Today -"

Xena's unintended direction, bounced up the spear. There's a crack in the cobblestone at your feet. It symbolizes the flow of momentum and force and takes the form of Xena's spear.

And slowly Alfred attaches a sword to Xena's neck.

- I won.

Xena stands still. With an unbelievable look, look for the spear that should have been in your hand. Naturally, just hold the void. The spear is held by Alfred.

The flames went out. A crimson flame is smeared before gold.

Signs of a faintly floating rainbow in gold.

In Alfred, today, at this moment, I felt like I could see the way to completion.