Tower of Karma

In Claude's case...

Keep swinging your spear like crazy in the garden early in the morning. From morning to evening, without getting bored every day. Take exactly three meals along the way, but still wield the spear without resting. He's always laughing at what's so fun. Stop the spear from time to time, shake it to be sure, and smile even more.

"Pervert or suspicious."

"Go home if you want to tear it up, Marianne."

"I decided to tea here today. Claude makes tea gracefully next to sweating water. Marianne remembers happiness in those moments."

"You're twisting, you're late?

"I don't want you to tell me. Hmm."

Claude won't stop waving his spear as he talks.

"You know what overwork is? It was announced in El Touré that our martial arts training is counterproductive because it thins the muscles."

"I don't know, 'cause I'm an idiot"

"I thought so."

I spread the word whether I'm tired of gracefully making tea or even this the treat I bought, that I can do whatever I want and this and the supersta running on a rampage. If her fans saw it, a thousand years of love would be cold too. In fact, with this method, she had abandoned her sincere courtship bulkiness and slashing. My sister is natural and defeated, and my sister, herself, is calculated.

(Hmm, Marianne is Marianne no matter how far she goes)

Marianne remembers her smudged and still fading sister.

You hated that too. Start falling asleep on the grass with a gobble. Without my annoying sister, I'd be self-depraved anyway, a creature called Marianne.

"Hey, hey, what's so fun about shaking a stick?

"Am I? You're selling fights?

"Shit. Seriously, I doubt it, Marianne."

"... no matter how many times I shake it. I have a new discovery."

"It all looks the same though."

"Chi. That's when it's done. That's why I made it. But not yet. The thin blurry ideal that's in my head, I'm shaking it to get there, but it's totally far away. It's falling apart, it seems to be close, it seems to be far away, it seems to be far away, it's close. That repeat. What do you say, that sounds interesting?

"All of it"

"I don't know."

Marianne looks bored. Within that, he is likely to take a nap of his own accord.

Claude laughs bitterly when he sees it.

"Marianne would eat sweets. Sweet stuff is fine."

"... Damn. Well, I guess I'll be with my chin once in a while."

Rooted Claude sits down by Marianne.

"Uhm, no crooks"

"Make me some tea."

"Brew yourself!

With that said, I guess she cares a lot about the area where she prepares for two. If it was her, she'd say, "If you want a drink, why don't you make it yourself!" and where he shows an immovable attitude. Claude scratches her hair and smiles bitterly.

"Oh, Marianne's special blend."

"Is that true?

"Nha, I bought it around there and it just drowned"

"Right. Goddamn it, you're no different."

'Cause I'm Marianne to everyone. Hey.

"Ha, I'll knock you down."

"Try it. I'll call you out loud enough to sound like your neighbor."

"What?

"I'm going to get fucked! What?"

"I'm sorry."

"I wish I could tell."

The two blow out at the same time. A conversation that isn't too ready for the situation. In a situation where the whole of Nederdam was limping, it was only very calm between the two of them, with some nostalgic air running through them.

"You're growing hair. You want me to cut you? The clever Marianne."

"He's Elise's master."

"I'm one of a few of them. Ellis has gotten quite clever, too. Marianne, you can give me your immunity from stray killings."

"Stop killing me to cut my hair. It's okay. This is... I'm stretching it out."

"Damn you bastard. You're aware of the color, dude."

"Chip. I have the hair I'm looking for."

"... what? Imitation of Yichan in the Northern Age? You should stop because it never suits you. Lone hair with that sarcastic hair. Claude's bristle shackles. It's Rutgard's hairstyle."

"Mince it too. I don't even know what that guy's hair looks like. I'm looking for the hairstyle of a man who pierces heaven."

"... try to reproduce it lightly."

"Fine. Here's how, so, here's how! What do you say!?

"Blah blah blah! You're going to kill me. It's so dull, my consciousness is flying away. Oh, are you sure you're up for that? Are you insane? You want to go to the doctor?

"I'm not going! Shit, women don't get it. There's a world."

"No, but why don't you just blow it? Kuku, it's a terrible mess."

"Which way?"

"Claude's the one with the bad taste, isn't he?"

Claude looks at Marianne hastily. Claude pulled out his shoulder when he saw Marianne sleeping with Niyaniya. There's a lot going on, but I decided to put it aside.

Be yourself on top of that. Three people are splitting up to train for this purpose.

"Right. So, what if I smell like mud?"

Claude eats burritos and sweets and sips a cup of tea.

"Oh, hang in there. Marianne will sleep."

"At least get in the mansion and go to sleep. That's what your neighbors would think if they saw you."

"Muna? Is that annoying?

Look at Marianne's provocative face, Claude tiding her cheeks.

(Fuck, you son of a bitch. Really, for nothing, you have a good face)

"Shishi. Sil, if Bear's watching, he's gonna die of rage."

"Why are those two coming out?

"... this guy, no. Look, just shake the bar. And aren't you trying too hard just now? The important thing is to shake it fast, right? I don't care. It doesn't even make it any harder."

"Guru, good things to say nasty. Uh, let me know if you've noticed anything, like right now, because you're the smartest one in our sync."

"Gold"

"... this, bastard"

"Heh heh, if you feel like it. I'm sleepy."

"So if you want to sleep, sleep in the mansion."

"Grrr."

"The lady's not snoring!

Whatever Claude screams about, super sta sleeping on the lawn in big letters. Claude no longer says anything. He also works in training.

The simple part is simple. The hard part is hard without running away.

(Dumb superior! I'll do it!

Marianne opens one eye wide and looks at Claude Lewius' spear. No more boys once waved their swords as Beatrix or Raphael rolled them over and cried. The rough, ambitious and yet elaborate spear was beginning to faintly pale.

Dragon fangs, fly quietly to a new stage.

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In Sylvie's case...

Sitting quietly in the dojo. The only one, in a place where no one else is.

I haven't held a spear once in the last few days. The spear my mother showed me in my head and the spear that Claude reproduced, rebelling the two more than once. I don't drink, I don't eat. I just keep meditating.

If it's the usual Silvi, he wields a real fight, a real fight and a spear. Because it's fun, because I like to fight, I will.

But a serious tiger doesn't.

…………

In silence, the white tiger grinds his fangs quietly.

Perhaps the strongest of the three nobles is Claude. It would be Dion who seems sticky and disgusting. And she was the most genius of the three.

The sensibilities of genius lead us to completion.

The white tiger reigns again as king.

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Dion was watching Nico and the street art. A cheesy snake I used to see with my mother-in-law. He crawled out slightly with the sound of a whistle, pulling in and repeating. Nothing is funny. All I see now is a bitter smile.

"Oh, Lord Dion, be in a good mood."

"Mr. Gabriele. We're out of time."

"Do you mind? Relax in a place like this."

"Haha, tough. Claude is fiercely trained by now, I can't read Silvi, but, well, she wouldn't have a problem. The question is, how am I supposed to fix this?"

"So you're watching street art?

"I thought I'd get back to square one."

"Origin?"

"Mother, I'm in law, but she brought me here. It's really boring to see now, but it looks like I got into my mother-in-law's bump for some reason, and I bought a snake from an artist laughing at the Guerraggera and kept it at home for a while. It was a full course of snakes for dinner on the day after tomorrow."

"... eating snakes, no, uh, what are you talking about?

"My stepmother always mocked herself for being a snake-like woman. The sexual roots are screwed, they're not honest, they just want to go around in the dark. Don't be like yourself, that was a cliché. But in the end, I was a snake, too. I'm glad to hear that."

Gabriele shuts up quietly. She has also seen many people in social settings. But I've never met anyone who doesn't know better. Claude and Silvi are a category of geniuses. He is a genius who goes the King's Way. But this man doesn't know.

There is no way he is an ordinary person as he says he is. But I don't even feel like I'm the same genius they are. Then what is he like?

"Snakes have no wings. I can only crawl through the ground. Just look at the sky with envy. But, you know, the only way to fight snakes is to fall to the ground. And I can't believe you baked there."

Dion smiles like a prank. But I'm not laughing behind my eyes.

"Will they buy that snake?

"Yeah. Because it's origin regression. I'm a snake, and my spear is a snake. Observe the snake and consolidate your image. Snakes can't fly. I don't need to fly. I'm going my way."

I can't grasp Dion's intentions. Still, for some reason, I suffered from a sister who loved a clever and clumsy way of life. He understands he can't win on the same stage as the geniuses. That's why we're off the stage. Because I can't beat Victoria. The woman who fought for a different value from that did the same thing again.

I see that sadness. I see the readiness.

She knew races like them were the strongest in a way.

"Excuse me. Now, hey, you're not in a mental state where you can escort a woman. That must have been disgusting, huh? Sorry, sir."

"No, I don't hate you, you clumsy princesses."

"... Really?"

Are you good at seeing people with all your sisters? Deeper than I thought, I live with embarrassment at being seen a human being named myself and a strange feeling that somehow spills my grin. It's been a long time since I thought she hated Claude for liking me.

The complex is also the driving force behind this man again.

"Let me escort you one day. I'll show you something to enjoy."

"Hehe, you're looking forward to it."

Clean, no aftertaste. You're smart and you stand around beautiful. I'm not sure they like me, but I want to be liked. Because the lack of grasp looked a little like a snake, like my stepmother.

Though the personality is not similar to this one.

"Now, do you suppose the snake observation and autopsy, and finally, the delicious one"

With a snake-like grin, the man leans closer to the street performer. As surprising as it was then, he beats a lot of snakes and buys snakes, making observations that didn't make him any fatter than he laughed. Doesn't make any sense. People can't be snakes. The spear is not a snake.

But after such a pointless journey...

"Snake, come on."

Talent, Dion Langley turns into a serpent.