Tower of Karma

Ivan's spear was an orthodox derivation of the Thunder No-type as it is called in Nederks. Spears straight, sometimes at sharp angles, for speed anyway. Poke, poke, pay, perform all operations as quickly as possible. No rush, no play.

Do everything fast by being foolish.

"Shh!"

That's Ivan Bursiek's spear, flashing lightning no-shaped.

"Still beautiful!

Even the monster's superhuman body surgery forces Ivan's spear, its tricks, to retreat forward. A man who has been called a genius since childhood aspired to be an unbeatable personality for those three.

Speed is Ivan's identity.

"Woohoo, yeah. I want your look. Yikes!

"I'm not willing to give it to you."

Strike hard enough to remind me of thunder. Bacilli and air explode. Unique wind-cut sound.

From there, the spear orbit changes sharply.

"Ohh!?

A spear that has stretched in the direction of the scratch. I also had to take a servant monster.

"Gotcha."

A spear pierces the monster's appearance. The certainty that was there before I shot him out...

"Huh!?

That slips through the lukewarm.

"I don't need this look anymore. I like yours!

The monster was simply taking off the crisis. Simply increase the speed you were showing earlier and force your body to move out of a position you wouldn't be able to cope with if you were a regular person. A madness move fearless of breaking your body. With a laugh, the man without appearance took off his worn 'Hannah'.

"Let me make it an art for you. By the hand of this me, Ferrante!

This is the mainstay of Ferrante, the demon who makes Nederx noisy.

Overwhelming physical ability. Neither pain nor screaming can reach this man's madness.

"Damn!?

A monster approaches Ivan's speed range. A move that is not in the mark of genius. Ivan's face is distorted. Seeing that distortion further increased the monster's speed.

"You can have that look!

Ferrante's sickle touches Ivan's cheek. All you have to do is peel it off as usual. That should be all. I wonder why. What was the grin on the face of the 'finished woman' that appeared at the edge of her sight.

If you know him, if he's a friend, even if he distorts one of his faces...

"Ah."

Yes, despite the fact that it's on the verge of being stripped off, Ivan at the heart, there's not even one rush in its appearance. The monster understands.

Embedded, he said.

"It's over"

While the flashes were staggering, they pierced the monster.

Ivan Bursiek, a genius we all know if he is a young samurai in Nederks. It was the type of war that the man was best at that he was a counter that combined his speed with that of his opponent. An overwhelming sensibility and rare spear spears allowed for a special attack on pearls.

Same as thunder, so fast that you recognize the result late.

People call that counter 'Flashing Thunder'.

"Guhihi, it hurts. It just hurts. Gu Hi, Gu Po"

Ferrante was laughing. He rejoiced in the appearance and skill worthy of art, in the very existence he wanted from the bottom of his heart, scratching his belly.

"I want it. But I have to be patient. My mom will piss me off. Keep what you want. Look, it hurts no more."

Guchuri, if you look closely, the monster was suturing himself. Ivan sees the difference with unbelievable thoughts. But I can't go into the detour. I make up for the speed of the spear, but it was so incompatible with the phantom monster opponent.

"Next thing you know, I'll take it."

For a moment, I thought I had shown some temper to attack, without hesitation retreating and hitting the run at full speed. Crazy but not just crazy. He was a troublesome monster.

"At the moment of missed termination,"

This spec difference as well as chasing. Ivan gave up pursuit early.

It is self-evident reason that the more overlapping this dark night, the far-fetched place, the timing and the bad conditions, the more disadvantaged it becomes. At least one, I got a lead on the monster.

First name, Ferrante. A monster without appearance.

"Hannah, I've requested an ambulance on the road. He should be here shortly. Until then, be patient."

"Don't look!

Hannah holding her face down and nodding. Ivan lays his eyes down at the look. She was a beautiful girl. Jonathan, who was a friend, wasn't the only one. Everyone loved her. Years of fierce attacks have also begun to bear fruit, the arrow tip, lost her lover and lost her appearance, and her chest will not be inferred by Ivan, who is only a friend of mine.

(Jonathan was strong. But it wasn't real. Just like you, me, just like you. I wouldn't let those two get away with it. Claude Lewis was overwhelmed. If it's real and I have winning eyes, does that monster stop?)

It was just empty feelings in the chest of a man who had lost a friend. The arm of a spear that kept polishing up from a young day. I beat the basics from scratch by imitating the three of them walking alone. I did everything I could to be real. After losing to Lester, and even after encountering talents that could become real, he continued his efforts in a madness of death.

Still unfilled, a ditch that only those who approach can see.

It's supposed to be just one more step, but somehow it doesn't fill.

(What was I born to do? What are you here for?

The question never returns.

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"Ivan! You're back!

"Mr. Claude, we're out of time."

"You're acting like someone else. Hey. You're a disciple."

"... he's supposed to be my brother at the Academy of Arts."

"Mind the details. So, you met him, demon man."

Around one paragraph in the treatment of Hannah and the wounded, it was Claude von Lewis, the three nobles in this country, who had let him run out of breath. Even in Nederks they are forced to call me Claude Les Lewis.

"Yeah, we met. It's amazing, but you'll win, no problem."

"Well, danger isn't just about strength. It doesn't make sense if I can't run into him as hard as I can, and if I can't grab him, the damage just spreads."

"Right."

Ivan sees a man who is rightly sideways and real.

An eye with the same calories as the first time we met. He is a man with the dishonorable title of one of the three noble immovables of history with a sense of intimacy, but his eyes always look far away. I'm not satisfied. I am convinced that we still have a long way to go even if we reach this point.

I'm jealous of its strength.

"Do you want to match the spear to the landscape?

"I won't let you."

"Yeah, I used to do it till the sun went down, but it was cold."

(Because back then, I still thought I could catch up. Ignorance, huh?)

I don't want them to see me now. The spear is eloquent. Spears sometimes reflect the truth more than the eyes and more than the mouth if they are also users of this level. I'm afraid that the fear of seeing a weak self, and above all the immediate contact, strengthens my certainty.

"Are you over here for a while?

"I'm going to do that, at least until the commotion calms down. It's going to be a long vacation."

"Right."

Something changed that day when I saw the golden light. I still don't see the way, but I went home this time trying to sort things out for once. But the Wang du still stinks.

The emergence of the demon man, will that really end?

"Oh, yeah. I know this is so careless, but aren't you into the play? I got a ticket to a gig I know this way."

"... I didn't think Mr. Claude would invite me like that"

"I know it's not even in the pattern. I have to go."

"I see, it's female entanglement, what is its bad tooth cut? Wherever you go, you're vulnerable to women. It's a pitiful story led by Sangu."

"Ugh, leave me alone"

Claude, who was poked at the star, snorts on the pitiful side.

Even if he had a spear like that, would the current Nederks be the strongest, and is that gap a secret to attracting people again? That's what Ivan thinks.

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Claude, who broke up with Ivan, looked harsh and held the spear. Neither Jonathan nor Hannah know the pattern. We sweated together at the Academy of Fine Arts, and there was quite a bit of interaction for generations to come. Jonathan and I often went out for drinks and caused trouble.

"... if you're willing to roam the city into the dark clouds, you should chill your head"

That's why the back of the plain face was boiling down like a magma. I always behaved like Ivan did, and I dared to look distracted.

Dion, a colleague, naturally sees it through.

"We're mutual on an Ivan level, aren't we? Who but us can stop that Ferrante? Oh!? Three nobles for what!

"Three nobles for that! Think of the size of Nederdam! I can't catch you looking around in the dark clouds forever. On the contrary, it leads to exposing the other person to a card called Claude. If you're out of place, it'll be easier for him to serve his purpose than it is now."

"... it"

"Relax. No monsters come out inside the Yang anyway. Plus Ivan got a hand wound. It won't be out for a while. In the meantime, my" black "gathers information. The best thing for you and Silvi to do is to stay by my side, where the information gathers."

"Okay, sweetheart."

Claude chills his head with a drink of Dion.

"So, where's the other one?

"He roams the city furiously."

"... why don't you stop?

"Unlike you, she never stops saying anything."

"... I guess so"

Claude thought of Silvi, who was walking with a spear swinging with emotion, and sighed loudly. The role I want to play is filled by her. The role I need to play is rubbing my mind, so it doesn't suit my sexuality.

Still have to do it. Because I am a nobleman.

"Shall we go see it in the play too? Maybe Sylvie will go that way when she runs around. After the play, we'll eat for free."

"... in that case?

"You can't help rubbing your mind here, can you?

"Well, it is."

Claude switched his mind, with his head on. I can't help but get myself hot. I leave tracking and exploration to the experts, leaving when I should leave.

That's the top role, that's what I tell myself.

"No, Ivan asked me out too, but I was finally turned down."

"He's the one that Yonathan and Hannah are in sync with, so you had some thoughts, didn't you?

"Hmm, it wasn't even like that. Something like this, lost. - Goto, like a target? It wasn't my heart. It was my eye. It was somehow."

"Well, surely it's not like him to go home on vacation,"

"Is that it?

"I hate my parents' house, him. Look, there's a merchant out there, right? He's not a martial arts man, he's not a nobleman, and he used to be a complex, right? I don't know now."

"I don't even know my parents' faces."

"... don't go around saying too much. Because that's still the kind of annoyance this country has."

"Heh heh. Do you want to go to him or not?"

"Let me show you the rumors of Super Sta and them, too."

"My face is beautiful. Your face."

"Girls can do anything, me."

"... you've been sloppy lately."

"Except for the most important thing, I tried to compromise, I did."

Two samurai carrying spears. It was in a calm atmosphere but always able to fight. Nowadays Nedeluxe is full of disturbing air. If Nederdam, at its heart, broke, there was also a clear possibility that it would disintegrate at once.

Let it not, or my heart will burn, and my head will be cold, and now I admonish that it is not time for us to move. The time comes when we should move. Bear the spear. They wait for it.