Tower of Karma

Everyone was losing their word.

Furious, and transformative swords. He watched it with as much difficulty as the skilled man could believe in the breadth of the change as if the user kept changing. The stronger you become, the more you polish up your moves, the more normal samurai you become the only one with a core.

Sublime to your movements and become your sword, your spear, your bow, my martial arts.

"Xena is, Xena is"

What's incredible is that a boy named Alfred has collected a lot of martial arts and optimized them all for himself and that he can instantly switch them. No one on this scene can even imagine how much concentration and processing speed would make that happen during the battle.

"Xena didn't lose! Campeador is unbeatable! Again..."

"Zenah!"

A drink of Zeno. Xeno as a general who inherits the perfect gene is scary because he is usually deceitful. Cold, cool, cold, he doesn't get lost, he does anything for the best.

The Zeno raised his voice. And Campeador also has sequences. Next in the second generation, if that's Zeno Sid Campeador's position, I'll have to stop with Zena.

"Next time you can do it and win, I won't even stop you, Xena. Do you have a vision of winning? If not, we have to put away the spear and brush our arms to win next. This is no more than a disgrace to Campeador. You know it's not about losing, right?

Xena nods as she bites her teeth at Kike Campeador's words. So much remorse that blood seeps into your palms that there is zero blood from the edge of your mouth. There was something to lose to Zeno and the seniors. But I never lost to a boy of my generation, and younger than myself.

I didn't think it would be so regrettable.

"The sword of Alexis the Golden Knight, he did show it to me! Really brilliant, it would have been a great learning for our samurai in Estard. Let's all applaud the winner!

If you noticed, the Zeno atmosphere was back to normal.

A loud round of applause echoes his words. Their respect for the samurai, the strong, of the kingdom of the martial arts is cross-border. Even the Black Wolf, a hateful subject, had a lot of fans in a country called Estado. It is only natural to pay tribute to the birth of a new star.

"Now, leave the campeador for what you need, all of you, out of this place!

For a moment, I get a twitch in Xeno's words that follow.

"Zeno, I..."

"Her Royal Highness, too. This is martial arts territory, let's get Campeador to follow."

Not the old lady Girl, Her Royal Highness the Princess, then she also leaves without speaking out.

I can't resist under the princess's authority any more than Zeno has been waving Campeador. Even if she could, she wouldn't.

"Eh, Zeno's Kick-Ass"

"This is going to be interesting."

"It's Campeador's life."

And all that remained, and all that did not accept it, were none. Beyond what Campeador commanded me to do, it is they, the Estado army, who obey even when told to die.

"... clavireno"

"If you want to withdraw, it's to kill, young Campeador"

The only thing left outside Campeador was Clavireno.

"... okay. Boy, can we fight some more?

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine, though."

Alfreds in the field who don't understand a series of flows. I just understood that it was an unusual circumstance from Zeno's atmosphere.

"Xena needed a setback. We can't give it away even if we win. It's a sad saga of an elderly man. Thank you so much. This makes Estado stronger again."

"... ha"

"Borrowing isn't right for sex. Double payback is homework. Hey, kike."

"Uh, looks like you're doing it"

"I can't do this. I can contribute to collecting moves, but I can't really learn what I need."

When I looked into Zeno's eyes, Kike nodded, although he was unacceptable.

A giant body rises with a sleigh of It's the back that loses to Xena, but still the thickness of the body, the size of the width, is not even comparable. Huge chunks of meat.

"Kike and the best, what do you say? You'll learn a lot. I've already engaged in the arena for the best part. Comparative materials are also available. I think it's funny."

Alfred was confused. Kike and I are fighting once in the arena. I was only under the impression that he was a strong man but honestly had a large body. There is also a lot of waste and not so much struggle compared to Klavileno.

Lord Ark.

"I got it."

Ark threw his sword at Alfred. Alfred, who received it, takes a look at it. This is...

"I didn't pull the blade on this!?

"I don't mind. Well, we're talking about temper. They're both together for Kike, and they're the same for the boy in the current state of war, right? Still, you want to go as fair as possible, don't you?

A bunch of question marks that fill Alfred's brain.

Xena stares at it with a blushing face.

"... I'm scared of you."

She spills in a voice that Alfred doesn't hear.

Kike, go kill him till I stop him.

"Are you sure? Prince Arcadia, right?

"You think I'm gonna make a mistake stopping you?

"… Understood. I'm sorry, Mr. Alfred. I'm clumsy."

A nasty sweat erupted from Alfred's back as he confronted him. Kike's appearance is mild, but he obviously has a different atmosphere than when we met earlier in the arena.

The giant starts to look big, though unlikely. The thickness increases, and the width...

"Well, let's do it."

"... ugh!?

Kike moves.

A giant man thrusting into one hand with this stick. Alfred lays down his sword.

(What, this, like this -)

Let's kick ass. Watched down by force. Seeing that, Alfred even takes it away from his choices to flush. The cobblestone bursts. I don't think it's a sight born of manpower.

(This is worse than when I fought the bear!?

Too unreasonable a force. So, it's not dull, this guy named Kike. With all these weights, it's also a special talent to be able to move in this speed range.

"Damn, dude!?

Keep scratching. All you can do is scratch. Kike doesn't have as long hands and feet as Xena, but still the difference between adults and children compared to Alfred. Not to mention that neither receiving nor flushing worked, I couldn't even pack the distance. I don't have a choice.

All, crushed by overwhelming power.

"Ha, shit, really, you'll learn!

There is no hand for Alfred to beat at speed. At the very least, we had to antagonize it somewhere, but the sturdiness of the gain could not even touch the opponent's attack combined.

"If it's a mock fight, Xena wins. If it's a rule of immortality, Kike isn't that strong. You can't show strength. But if you can kill him, the most powerful Estado right now is Kike. A talent, a size, that can only shine in a world of war is power, which sometimes outweighs moves. Simple and irresponsible, immense irrationality is Kike Campeador."

A golden knight who has used every handkerchief until earlier to flirt with his opponent. So many men can't hit any help, they just have to run away. No moves, no shit, no power swing.

The difference in mass, the difference in force, smears everything.

"Kike is a samurai who will be in that genealogy, Dear Dino, Che. No small work, force is everything. Still inferior to Dear Dino and Che in full season, any more than physical, will have the power to surpass them all. It's a clear ceiling. For mankind today."

The second generation El Sid meditated quietly on his eyes. Tacticians have been haunted by the irrationality of the battlefield, the nature of the battlefield, and the overwhelming power. Irrational overshadowed by ingenuity.

I've dreaded it at the same time. Conflicting thoughts are swirling, because if you live on the same battlefield, whether you use your head or exercise your power, you are in the same pit.

"Lose, Rukah!

Losers move Alfred's legs forward. If you're not strong enough, you just have to squeeze it out. If it's not enough to squeeze it out, if it's more, more squeezed out, and still not enough, we'll have to go beyond the limits already.

Even if it's broken...

"... I'm sorry. But I'll kill you."

Alfred's eyes congest. The red impulse...

(It looks familiar, so I learned how to remove it... from Lester to the extra part, did I?)

The beast stepped in as it did. You know, at the dead end of the world, you're beyond people.

Kike's swing down. A blow beyond the limit to suit that aspect.

And now we're gonna live.

"To the point!

Stopping Zeno. Kike stopped this stick there perfectly. This stick stops in front of Alfred's eyes, at the tip of his nose. The blow I fired to distract didn't do anything, it was broken and blown, even though it wasn't a collision from the front.

There was nothing I could do. If it hadn't been for the stopping, he'd be dead.

"You're still a teenager, aren't you? You're so strong."

I let it go with the intention of killing it. I would have killed him had it not been for the voice of restraint. And more than that, it may have been the force that made such a powerful and destructive stick stop at that time that showed the true value of a monster named Kike.

"Hey, honey, it's too late to stop."

"Because Young Bowie has exceeded his expectations. So, a little, in a hurry"

"Mono-chan's a doozy."

I didn't feel the intense killings earlier from Kike, who laughed naggingly, or the immensity far above Xena. It's just that they still made me understand.

"... Huh!? Couldn't you do anything?"

My whole body was under dull pain. Consideration for seeking minutes of disproportionate power. Even for just a moment, it gives itself enough destruction for the whole body to scream.

"This was another fight, too. It's almost out of sight in this world, on the battlefield."

"... really, let me study"

"What the hell. You don't have to borrow it, but I wanted you to know. I'm proud of my brother and sister. Above all, to get to know Wu Guo Estado, as things stand, these two can't be avoided. But don't make it too easy for me to use brutality like you did earlier."

"That's right. Because you made me pay to keep you from doing that. Like an undefeated gladiator can lose, hey. You can't force it. I have to get out of my hands where I don't have to. Because where you have to, it won't work anymore."

Xeno and Kike's words hurt. I laid aside what I would know if I thought about it a little and focused only on winning. There was alarm. I had a chronic heart. Somewhere in my mind I was licking him that he was the one who won once.

"Has it become a little souvenir? Boy."

"I've learned so much"

"Fine then."

"I'm leaving El Reed tomorrow"

"Mm-hmm. Good hurries, right?"

Xena groaned at the loser and thus penetrated the immovable.

"Then tomorrow morning, about the end, I'll pull out my sword, too. The place is out of sight. Don't worry. Kneel before my hot passion!

"... haha, fun, it is!

By today's victory Tomorrow, the Alfreds leave Estado.

Zeno Sid Campeador finally takes off his veil in order to give him his last souvenir.