Tower of Karma

Take it, take it, take it, take it, take it, take it.

The master once said. He said it was always on the defensive side that was strong in the offense. Therefore, the guide who stands around wisely is exhausted as to how he can become the recipient rather than the attacker.

Snakes have no power to fight monsters directly from the front. That's why I'll have an arithmetic ready to win before it starts. Whatever the phase, whether it's a one-horse hit or tactical level, it's the same whether it's a strategy class or not.

How to be in a favourable position.

"You should give up. Yeah. Under these circumstances, you win."

Under circumstances where you can focus on just one hit without worrying about the human eye. An environment that is unimpeded even if you continue to receive it without having to kill it. There is no time limit.

Then I win.

"Bullshit, I can do it!

Attackers and recipients, the biggest difference is the degree of wear. Not to say that the recipients have no wear and tear, but it is logical and inevitable that the attackers will wear out more intensely if they are between those with the same force, drawers. And a person's health is infinite.

"My spear must be perfect! I must stay strong! I'm Schauhausen! Those chosen to sit on the top of the three can't be defeated!

No matter how much you breathe, the situation won't be covered.

Snakes aren't sweet enough to loosen them up with that expression of intent.

She wasn't expecting that either. This is self-allusion, words to inspire oneself. I know a lot that I couldn't be her. She stands on her beloved sister's corpse. We must win, we must win.

Remember.

"Leave it to your sister"

Beautiful.

'I'm sure you'll be fine.' Cause I'll protect you. '

Strong...

"There was someone who would take us sisters. Don't worry about dinner either. It also gives me a place to sleep. They'll teach you letters and arithmetic too!

Be smart.

'... that?

But I had no talent for spears. That wasn't enough, that's all my sister had. And that talent was everything there.

'Congratulations, I'm so happy from the bottom of my heart. You're in our Chauhausen. "

'Thank you. I heard your sister will be a doctor as well as your mom's assistant. It's amazing, it's not Marcia or El Touré-'

'... consolation, stop. Be Miserable'

It was a thought from the bottom of my heart. It is the most difficult and the best result of not being Schauhausen. My own sister is still amazing. That's what I thought.

The next time I saw her, her beautiful sister was shredding her appearance to fight at her own will. Of all those who wrapped them in bandages and hid them, or finished them like that with blood and pigment, she and very few did so before Callis stopped them.

Undone. They call themselves that.

It also stands carrying the love and hatred of their beloved sister. She won't even allow it to shake with her death. Burn your life unwavering, and that's what she would say.

Dirty grooved rat at the bottom. I want to thank my mom for saving them like that. Thoughts of those who could not do it, thoughts of those who were not even allowed to bear it.

That makes her a god.

"I will prevail. Everybody, look at me."

My heart cries out that it must be God.

"I can't."

"Non! If I do it, I do it."

Her penetration, which became Schauhausen. Deep concentration, pouring out the whole body and spirits to break the enemy's robust reception. If it's missing up, down, left, right, let's add diagonal direction and forward and backward movement. It will drain faster, but it can't end without being able to do anything like this.

"... this, spear!?

A spear clasp that jumps even more when you come here. Receipt gradually lags as the number of times increases. Attack as if it burns out your body and mind. Spears of complete combustion that you won't think about later.

"Ku, Akan, this"

Dion backs away from taking it on the spot.

She stuffs it with opportunities.

"Now you are!

A poke that caught a sharp and steep spot rushes. The gap I showed for the first time, the sway created by my offense. You can't win unless you cut the attack here.

"Tough hands."

But the snake takes it ruthlessly. The spear tips collide with each other. I've been poking at you. Exceptional skill, the reluctance to rush it in this extreme.

"Gu, gu!

Push it off. She pushed as hard as she could.

"Akan, do it, do it badly"

And lightly, the snake empties a forceful thrust that is a contender. I can't be a stacked favorite like earlier, once I stopped the spear, where I forced a woman to move it with her power on a dead body spear. A spear of strength, a hate for her, an attack off the spear of God.

Emptied and turned into a dead body to the spear but to the body.

"This, me, but"

Off the spear of God. That's the same as disqualification.

We rushed the battle as the limits approached.

(Fine. It's my loss. But I just won't die. Let me try to bring it in for a match, even if it's mean. Come on, you can stab and gum all you want)

Still, she didn't throw away the winning chance on the last line. Make sure you win and show it. If I were alone, I would have broken my knee here, but there are many, dozens and hundreds of setbacks on this body. I just don't die. Is it something that will die?

(Come on!)

Prepare for the attack to come. In the extreme concentration that the moment felt in ten or twenty seconds, she waited. An attack that will surely come.

That the man will attack you on a good opportunity that there is no more.

I was waiting.

"Heb!?

She was slammed to the ground as a corpse. muddy, but this only caused the body to fall down with empty momentum.

Dion hasn't done anything. Prepared for and stood by the next attack without doing anything.

"Hurrah!

She can roar as she spits out the mud in her mouth. It's unlikely you won't attack me here. All that concentration and thin ice and overwhelmingly poor minutes. Anyone who is a samurai can attack. It would be strange if we didn't attack.

"No, that's why I attacked you"

"Pee, pee, I won't forgive you. How far does it bother you to leave me, Dion Langley, to leave us in vain? What a samurai without attacking the current one!

"But just in case, even now,"

"Huh!?

"Then I won't give you a hand. False? Stop joking. I appreciate it as much as you do, so it's just Mr. Tetsuya. I'm scared."

It is a joke. I don't care how you talk dialectically in the first place. A man like an unpleasant pack for her is seriously willing to win without attacking.

"I hate your spear, heart."

"It's a compliment. It's an honor."

"Non! I refuse to praise you. But let's admit it. You are strong. It's unpleasant, unpleasant, hateful, but I can't help it."

Wipe the mud and give way to your sister's beautiful spear.

"I hate you!

"Confessions of fervent love. Really, I'm sorry. I'm going after her now."

"Bullshit!

An attack that squeezes out a drop of your soul.

Always win. Obsession dwells in the spear.

But it's the same for snakes. Abandoned winning dreadfully for victory. Attacking attracts people and doesn't fascinate them. He dumped him like that.

Because I still had something I wanted.

The snake crushes it all to the chest.

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The man who was watching the game away from it slowly rises up.

The surroundings are lined up with people who dress completely differently from men, but with the same atmosphere.

"Okay, don't look to the end."

"You won't mind. If it was going to be exhaustive, the battle would have been on from the beginning. There's no point in looking any further."

"Right."

"The contract with the Duke of Maarten expires tonight. There was an update clinic, but heh, this country dazzles me too much. It's better in the dark next time."

"There was a medical examination from a poisonous woman nesting in the hegemony. He wants to play at a time when the country is rattled. I'm an incredibly unsaveable woman who rocks the country for pleasure."

"Is that why it's right for us, is it? Yeah, that's easier for me. It seems to be very marginal to the country, and now, can we survive next?"

"Don't do bad things."

"Assassins get involved, etc. When you die, you die. Live when you live. That would be all. I was dying there once, so it's even worse."

That's what I said. The man in the swallow tail clothes walked out.

"I pray it is a good dawn, gentlemen of the Nederks"

And dissolve in the dark. The others have disappeared again.

"Snakes", Galias' intelligence organization, will not accept anyone who has ever left again. to not take in heterogeneous molecules denatured by brainwashing or torture. Everyone who was here now was forced to leave for some reason, those who lost their place of life.

But he who has no choice but to live in darkness, and has no other skill.

Those who were born as serpents, and did not die as serpents, let's just shake.

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little monster. As declared, the tiger accelerated further and gained strength. No one can stop me. A fierce attack just to say that I am the king. There is a hua. A splendor that enchants and excites all who see. Something in the man screams that he can't win like this.

(Mine, with God's spear, you can't win?)

Reception is well above standard, but her strength is still only in offense. Simply fast and strong, of course. Anyway, it's colorful and I can't run out of moves. Therefore, the moves are not interrupted. An uninterrupted rage attack.

He learned the basics, gained experience, learned about the Tiger King, and came to awakening.

The master of offense that Dion doesn't like. The sense of smell that found the breakdown of reception, and the experience of attacking and crushing the reception of snakes, was empowering her.

"Why do you fit in such a cramped spear? I can't stand to see it earlier. Corner body, what is God's spear without letting it live"

"God is the only one, right!

"Do you really think so?

The tiger's eyes seemed to see through everything. All this time, I've been smoking thoughts. I'm stronger than a woman who manipulates God's spear better than I am, and I'm supposed to manipulate the same spear, but I still can't beat that man. If this spear is the only one, he thought there was some contradiction in the very fact that differences would arise in the first place.

"Still, I am!

"... the will is boring"

Spin and kick with the spear as a fulcrum. The man sways at the tiger's crooks.

"Your spear is boring."

A man pierced by a spear of words. A spear man as much as I fell in love with is staring at me with pitiful eyes. The fact rocked the man who was supposed to have become Schauhausen.

"Look at me, with those eyes!

Its spear, driven by anger, was only slightly larger than the orbit drawn by God's spear. Shortly after he let go, he was ashamed of the lapse that put his sway out on the spear, and after the feeling of every tiger being blown away, the man was knocked down by a vortex of chaos.

"Huh?"

A definite response. I took it off, my failure, left me with the best response.

"Fine, it's a spear. I couldn't kill him."

Not that the tiger's reception was sweet. Firmly, as before, he had killed and received power with softness. That's why it's hard to believe.

"Shall we continue? Stay with your heart."

The tiger is attacking again. I don't have time to think.

stained motion. But the body rejects it. The stance widens, the handles are wide, and the movement is now compact together.

The trajectory is growing, but the speed of reaching it remains unchanged.

"Oh, oh!

"Tiger!

The intensity of the meeting increases. It is an incredibly antagonistic meeting that was pushed until earlier. Comfortable weight. Power penetrates the spear.

"Mine, Spear."

A new movement that stains the body. The feeling of customizing yourself along it rather than against God's spear. The response to improvement that I have long forgotten. The pleasure, the emotion pushes. The spear responds to me.

A spear screams that he wants to be the most.

The tiger's awakening led the man's spear to awakening, which was supposed to end with God's imitation. After the task of modifying God's spear to his stature, he reaches.

The contradictions, they disappear from him.

Remain at the same time, lump.

(If God's spear wasn't the only one, I'd have killed her here, and she wouldn't have been wrong. Was I arrogant?

Those straight eyes were staring back at themselves. Yes, it's similar. The tiger in front of you. He had the same eyes as his mother, naturally.

"Concentrate!"

Biri and the man return to me.

"Sounds good! Be stronger! That way I can be stronger, too. Woohoo, more, more!

Just so I can get the spear right. I hope you're strong enough for your enemies, you tiger. They want to grow up to be enemies and enemies.

The man grinned bitterly at the depth of his greed.

Even in the same circumstances as herself, she must have gotten to herself now. I'm sure she wouldn't have stopped by God's spear alone if she had stayed defeated. I should have tried not to compromise and moved on. Then I must have lost before it even started.

You lied to yourself, but when you asked for the right answer...

"Wow!"

Still, at least...

"Tooth!

Feed your beloved spear.

Instant defense. Each other's specials run, and blood dances.

It is the king of tigers who reigns. It was a man who was God on his knees.

"Strong, huh. No stray, spear, that's it. I fall in love."

"No. I just get lost. If I hadn't met that man, I would surely have remained stagnant. It should have been quite satisfying and enjoyable."

Silvi smiles blushing her cheeks. Seeing it, the man learned strange remorse. A man who had never cared if a woman laughed or cried before shook her heart even though she knew it wasn't a grin on herself.

"My spear was strong, huh?

"Yeah. Very much."

"Right. Then don't lose to anyone."

"Whatever! Because tigers are the strongest!

(Damn, that's cool, motherfucker)

A man who was second to collapse. At the end he went beyond the imitation of God. The most beautiful thing in the world, led by a spear I thought was strong...

"... it's not an enemy. I just won by being present with the strong. Thank you, a man without a name. Thanks to you, my spear is stronger."

Tiger prays with his own jacket on the body of a man who has reached fullness.

Only, thank you.

"Please wait. There's a struggle I really need to see. There's a guy who's trying to decide the best without me. You can't forgive me, can you?

And the tiger moves forward. She doesn't know how to direct her affection. More than a hug, more than a kiss, more than a mate, she speaks with a spear is what makes it supreme.

I love you, but keep fighting. Keep getting strong.

That's all that made one woman a tiger.