Tower of Karma

The battle between the tiger and God was just a one-off offense. Literally, battles between attackers and recipients who complete an alternating defense. It utilizes and complements the left and right switches and the flexibility of holding on while using a tiger that should have difficulty receiving.

The tiger type tends to have an eye for the harshness of the attack, but for that matter, the difficulty of being neglected was attached. For the man it was a compromise and laziness, because the offense was strong the take was quite good, such an excuse seemed clear from the spear.

Thus the man made his own aim a tiger.

He himself was blessed with the gift of aggression rather than receiving it, and was forced to stagnate at a time when he was taking it lightly. I don't have to. Stuck, I don't want my failures to go backwards. So he aimed at the wrong spear, the clear spear of weakness. To keep you from connecting.

But...

(There is no compromise. Jun Min tried to raise the receptacle above the standard by switching the handles. It's a big deal. So...)

This tiger has different things.

I've allocated a lot of resources to receiving it, but my attackers are uninterrupted. Instead, it uses the reception to even increase the strength of the attack. Something harsh and glowing in the rough.

"Kuhah! Do you attract God to me, other than the spear of God!

"God? Tigers are stronger!

"... you broke it into a spear to the head's resources, really, this woman"

Finally the man accepted. The possibility that I tried to pick it.

King of tigers, wake that up.

God dwells in detail.

God also dwelt in the uncompromising tiger. Just like our own spears.

"It feels good. More and more, ideas overflow. I can do anything now. I can go anywhere. There's something in me..."

The pale light comes out zero.

"Whatever the path, we'll get there. Is that what this is about, Doctor?"

The only correct answer. The certainty shakes. We got the same spear and it made a difference to everyone. If the right answer isn't one, if God's spear isn't the best for everyone, then maybe the only way we can beat that man who didn't win either.

All sorts, tiger haste, agility, sickness, transcend God.

"Huh!?

The man's reaction is delayed, and the blood dances. The wound isn't that deep, but what's important is that the man's reaction lagged behind his consciousness. A tiger took the upper stage than God. The senses were swallowed up. That must not happen. You know, taking away God's time.

"This, woman!

We must impose a divine punishment. A pale fighting spirit is regarded from all over the man.

Victory prevails over possibility now.

"I'm not a woman. It's Silvi La Gudier!"

"Don't lick God!

Your spear is God, and your spear speaks eloquently. Absolutely victorious, the spear of God moves with that responsibility on board.

"Ho!

And the tiger, who laughs with joy, goes high again.

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"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, make a joke out of it, too!

"What? I'm not kidding."

Dion puts on a pocan and a small neck. The work also provoked the wrath of the woman.

"Non! I don't care how you talk to me first! All of a sudden, when I think I'm starting to talk with a joke, it's just so hard to understand."

"Uh, were you out? No, I didn't. It's embarrassing."

Dion blushes deliberately, pointing out that words that he should have corrected as a child were naturally out. The face of the woman is full of anger even though it has not been corrected.

"... that pisses me off though. Above all, I don't like your spear! Let's concede a hundred steps to admit it's frivolous and ugly. Ugly is chosen by God, there are aspects to it that we can't help. Therefore, let us forgive. I'm generous!

"No, you're either generous or arrogant."

"It must be natural for you to be arrogant because you are God, take what for granted"

"Hit me. - That's a good word."

"Anyway, I'm telling you to stop spears you're not willing to win. I understand you're a good recipient. Bite the happiness I told you I was good at this. On top of that, how about it's time to attack? You can't win just by taking it."

"Oh, that's the thing"

Dion snorts the woman's words.

I'm not attacking you.

"... ha?

The woman's anger was far beyond critical. The fact that a man who raved about winning was relinquishing victory from the edge. That oils the fire.

"Abandon victory," he said?

"I didn't say that. You know, you seem to be mistaken, so I'm telling you, my terms of victory and yours, they're not the same, are they? You seem to have to kill me, but I have no reason to kill you. So there's no reason to attack."

"... even if it's a single hit that bets the Three Kings?

"I'm the Trinity. The challenger is you. If you wanted me to kill you, you should have made a reason. I'm sorry, but there's no reason for me to rock my spear. If you repel me, I win, you know?

"Non. I want to understand, I don't!

The woman goes on offense again with anger. The reason a woman gets angry, that's because Dion's spear was so exceptional that even she couldn't complain about fixing God's spear when it came to receiving it. Whether he plays or not, flushes, cleverly, delicately, precisely, he lets all his attacks be cut off. I was only slightly distracted by that skill.

She was furious at the fact and the words she was so joking about.

A ride between samurai, humiliation until they told me not to kill them.

"Open it, show it!

"I have guts. Fine. Wow."

Fast-changing tone. It is unconscious to Dion. I can't take her attack dealing with God's spears without wiping out any room to fix it. I guess that's what Dion judges unconsciously. Fact is, everything is a critical take.

If you go slightly crazy, instant death awaits.

"Sticky, hey!

"Here's the line."

From all directions, a truly diverse array of attacks flies. I've never been forced to take it so hard. That's why Dion was feeling it. That your spear is growing at a tremendous rate with a thousand wings pulled off the attack.

No talent, no body, still talent after genius made the first and last compromise. The compromise of abandoning the offense. It would be a very incomplete and ugly spear. I can't impress people with my own spear. It makes me uncomfortable with the seer, the fighter, everything.

Still, Dion threw it away. to beat them.

"If I make a mistake, I'll be dead. Frightened."

"Die now!

However, I will not make any compromise on receiving it. I was prepared to continue to be attacked. Then there can be no mistake. You just have to fix the mistake of the attack with the next attack, but the mistake of receiving will lead to instant death. So I can't go wrong.

I'm ready for that. That's why you can throw it away and shine.

(What, in love, crap. I fix God's spear. The attack must not be defective. You can't lose to such a warped spear. Yet -)

The woman tries to crush another emotion that is in anger.

But the more you look at it, the more inflated it is, the more emotions you shouldn't be.

(Yet why do I see God in this man!?

I thought it was beautiful.

I found beauty as incomplete and distorted. Her God was there.

That was very unforgivable. It was an unacceptable fact.

"Hot as hell."

"Non! This is anger!

"Sora, I know."

Originally, the spear of God completes the offense in a high dimension. The snake took the reception from her spear. I can't take it without being attacked. We just have to keep attacking. For someone who only takes it. At first glance, you can do whatever you want, but the fruit of it is extremely unfettered.

A spear that strengthens the infirmity on me and on my opponent.

The Snake Scorpion spear that Dion Langley traced.

There's another pale light on his spear, too. Dark, starchy shades, but nevertheless its difficulty, and readiness, is obvious if the beholder sees it.

It's not an easy road. He chose the harshest path.

The path to heaven, even if it is not enough. He chose the hilarious story of the serpent going for heaven.

"Not yet -"

That is the first door beyond the wall of talent.

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The lion was sensing something. Something opened up and felt so deep that I had never confronted the back of it, so wide. It will be a difficult battle even for me right now.

"... strong"

"No?"

I don't know what sleeps at the end of the shore.

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Deep in a mountain, two samurai were dawning in training in front of an old man. One to reclaim his former moves, the other to thrust the geniuses after him at all. Together, we only have fists. The thought of ourselves not wanting to lose explodes.

The old man who looks relaxed at it quietly turns his gaze apart.

"Well, once again, the one who stepped on the other shore, huh? And three at the same time. Hmm, let's open it with the gates of the underworld. The land is loose in the first place."

"What are you talking about, old master"

"It has nothing to do with the rusty, black star."

"Ronji! Look at my moves, too!

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no. It was before that."

Looks like a dead branch. The man sitting at the root of the tree even looks like a part of the tree. Her hair is bright blue, her eyes pale, and the signs are still thin in front of her.

He was as if he were an air, a part of the sky.

"I still remember. A glowing pale star at the end of the west. Knowing that I was scattered, I went for the land. I don't want to see you."

Before something opened, I smelled signs of burning someday.

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"Sister?"

"... no, it's nothing"

"Athena told me that my consciousness was still flying. That hair, too, yes. Tell me what's wrong. What's happening to your sister?

"It's not a bad thing. Nothing's going to happen, because it's shallow water like me. It would be cute compared to a monster who's ahead of something that's opened now"

Beautiful and vibrant Queen Apollonia's hair had a mix of unsuitable blue. Medraut gets scared. to the fact that her signs are diminishing year after year. It's like it's going to stop dissolving in the sky, such a hunch is on my mind.

"Don't guide me. I'm not running. Take full responsibility."

Medraut was driven by the desire to scream out his heart that way he was afraid to say it.

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"... Was it too soon to cut it off? That old man's right, you should have enjoyed the spear Nedeluxe for a while now. Well, what's the big deal?"

'Lost' to Orifiel. The man chewed up the extraordinary martial arts he had tasted a while back and was savoring them in his image. It doesn't matter if you win or lose. Without dying, I will drill with satisfaction, and if I am extremely satisfied, I will do well.

"Well, whether Laurencia still has a learning ground"

The man is not interested at the end of the shore. Because no matter how extreme it is, there is no point under the tomb. Takeshi can have enough life work because he stomps on the brink and explores the ultimate.

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"I like it, I was awake"

"Naturally."

"I really wanted to see something, but hands, you can't lose them yet"

"Hit it later. Hit it all you want."

"Okay. You're ready."

"Because I'll be ready in a minute. And I've got pain meds for you, but I don't think you'll even rest for that surgery. It hurts so much."

"I'm ready for that, too."

"Because I'll hit you twice."

I'm not ready for that.

Yelena began preparations immediately to treat Alfred. It is the task of reopening hands, removing finely crushed bones and carefully repairing them. Be courageous and be polite or you will have sequelae. I still need my hands on Alfred's King's Road.

"Please, Yelena, I trust you."

"Leave it to me."

Alfred spills a laugh when he sees Yelena thumbing up all the time. Not the grin I made, but the real, grin I can only show her and the Knight King on this earth.

"The extremes of the path, huh? After all, I don't understand. I guess the only way I can shake it off is to settle it early."

Abyss seen by genius. Seeing the man sitting there, Alfred thought. That it's not even my property. If so, what's the best thing to do?

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"... I see you were there once,"

Second generation Kensei, Gilberto von Osvalt had pulled out his sword and placed the void in front of him. There are no enemies. At the end of the horizon lies Nedeluxe.

"Woohoo, but even if you were here now, what's the point in that? Right, Taylor? What is the value of a wielder's late sword?"

The only sword to swing. The most powerful swordsman who stands alone unrecognizable.

"It's time to move on. Take me where I should be."

The sword is still in the void. Believe me, one day time will take you wherever you want. The only one, Arcadia the Sword, stood at the extreme of his moves.

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The open feeling they felt.

It swallowed the consciousness of the three arrivals during the moment.