Tower of Karma

The battle of men similar to Claude and Schauhausen was mutual beside each other. A one-off offense, an invisible and antagonistic battle of victory and defeat, a sweat grip in the hand, a death fight too long.

But...

(Fuck you)

Only the person in question had noticed. It is God's spear that dominates. The deeper each other's moves, the difference that emerges.

Slightly, God prevails.

"Hiu."

Slowly flowing footage. Too beautiful, too streamlined, smooth enough for fear to run, no starch in the stream and no fine dust.

I don't like it when I compare it, but I see it. My immaturity.

"Gu!?

Dragons are not inferior as moves. It's just that Claude Lewis has inferior technology. A complex that I've been holding secretly, though a man who doesn't make weak noises to anyone.

Overwhelmingly inferior in them, the time they've put on the spear.

It's not a good thing if you take the time. Claude himself has a sense of how many steps he has flown up the stairs. However, if you are extreme here, you will be questioned about the flying staircase, the fine pile. Hard worker and genius, I admit that myself.

On top of that, Claude felt there was not enough about the move, about the spear. I've been waving spears more than anyone since I learned how to spear in Nedeluxe.

(Sora is always a hard worker. How many years, maybe ten years, is there? I don't think I'm gonna make it through. Goddamn it, why am I such a sucker?)

Concentrating. I haven't lost at that depth.

But that drawer, at the depth with the spear, had lost. In the years that have come to pass, it is only when we compare geniuses to ordinary people that talent can easily be overcome.

If it's geniuses...

"Haha, nice, I haven't had this much fun in a long time!

The difference is heavy.

A thick piece of paper, this piece of paper is far away.

I also felt it for Dion. Even more so if it's Silvi. I'm sure she was holding the spear right after she was born. One spear, these words speak of her.

A small complex that was in him. I came here, and by being poked at, it was getting more and more inflated. It's the difference between geniuses that you understand.

It's heavy because it's now stacked.

"How far do we go? My spear!

Pale, tall, and sparkling are God's spears that have aged long bets on radiant materials. With him Callis was convinced of the completion. I moved that the time had come to let the world out.

He is the Schauhausen, the best spear man of our time.

Yes, Callis was sure. And that certainty is right in a way.

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"... don't be pressured"

"The opponent will be on top of the move's completion. Even for me, it doesn't make much difference in that respect. I'm a master. Unmistakable, supreme spear. But..."

"If you're Sir, you have to lose."

"Yep. And it's the same again...... not at all, I don't mind dumping on moves, but I'm forgetting my taste. More obsession, life, battle, don't try to fight with petty beauty. How long are you going to end up in the middle of a dealer's affair? You're a warrior."

As the heavenly lion chewed his teeth, the dragon was disadvantaged before God.

He completed his moves and became a close vendor to the pinnacle in Laurencia. I guess that's why it's blurry. Not all growth is tied to strength. There are also elements whose balance is too skewed by moves.

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It is the White King, William von Arcadia, the man who looks out into the western sky to cross his nose on the tower in the process of construction, the tallest place in Arkas.

"You're in a good mood. I haven't heard a nose song in a while."

"Huh, White Dragon? I'm feeling well today. I was just hitting the wind at night. The heat's good. Smells like a fight."

"I guess Callis, who was in the report, moved. A vendor prepared over a long period of time, hmm, who suffers from the understanding that he will come on a path that will not be rewarded on purpose"

"Ha, you're very obsessed. Does the same kind have a good nose? I don't know if I can find a vendor here. It makes me laugh because I say things as if I've seen them"

"... was silent"

"You still can't seem to heal."

"There's no way I can heal. I came to this land with the certainty that I was superb. To the other side, the body and mind were at the extreme of fullness. That's just the violence that ravaged us. If I were in the East, my flesh would be like a soft stomach."

A vendor from the East. Together, Sogang is unmatched, that's only if you have absolute confidence in the moves. He also forged out the flesh for further height, and obtained the body as iron.

Though everything has been ravaged before the violence that lightly breaks it.

"Seeking moves on the west side is not Ibarra's path, is it? I can't measure how far a small hand move goes to a monster opponent like a mountain dog or how much it has to pile up to get to where it leads. I don't care if you bet your whole life, well."

"It doesn't fit the bill. Ten, twenty years, they'll break through fine."

"Right. It is stronger to devote time and effort to the meshi than to take time to refine the moves and force the body to be bigger. There's no harm in keeping them both loaded."

"Well, it's just gonna prove it again this time."

"Come on, you're right. One piece of paper, not a big obstacle to that one. That wolf tried to pull through, the man who admitted to being his kind. One's not enough."

"... you're the one who's obsessed. Say things as if you've seen them"

He's my stepfather.

"Well said. I guess I can see it with you. Even on the other side of the coast, we talk about concentration. Then there's no reason why you can't step in."

"I can't step in. I hate this world. There is a slight connection with them and other revulsion. I'm me. I should be the only one in me."

"... Kuku, that's a statement you're about to graduate if you hear the high priests looking to enlighten you. Surely you are not the keeper of order. It's a race far from being a wizard. Is that the same with Kensei? contradictions that hate the world, hate themselves, and still seek depth"

"It's hard and troublesome to talk about the East, whether you're praising it or denigrating it"

"If that contradiction plays a part in the formation of absolute individuals, then where do people really want to be?"

"That's not in the list. I assure you. I don't need a superman in the world I'm after."

"Any flock is a collective. I thought there were some. Whatever it is, be sure."

"... you took one of these. That's a lot of rap. Apparently, Arcadia's best assassins have also been enthusiastic."

"Maybe. Well, the battle of the West, which do you think will win?

"It is decided. Stronger wins."

Answer without body or lid. That was all it was. It is not for those who have extremed their moves to prevail, nor for those who reign at the apex of the flesh to prevail. It is the overall strength of all, the strong, that makes them the winners.

That's all. And the idea has been communicated to many children before the birth of a real son.

Naturally, the man who took over the name of Lewis...

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Claude at a disadvantage. The proud hairstyle was also repeatedly attacked, moving around to avoid it and completely collapsing. At last, it was beginning to become apparent to everyone's eyes.

We have a situation where our three dignitaries are likely to lose.

"... what are you doing"

Silvi was outraged. Because I was losing too much fear that the man I was afraid of would tip into my moves. A scream that went all the way out in front of my throat.

Various words run around the back of your brain.

It's a legitimate knock on what to say and what to say in the first place. Such as how you say something in the outfield. But let me tell you something.

Claude remains at a disadvantage even during the grand tour.

There is a huge difference in paper weights. Silvi thinks that is true. I've been hacked by the basics, but she never thought she could beat Claude in the first place in the game in general. That alone is the third.

Although perhaps the sixth and fifth men scattered earlier than the new ones appeared.

Still, he is the best with regret.

It's so nasty.

Something...

"You fucking Dassa bastard! Dress it up for the third time! Don't try to win beautifully, you poor born poor grown up!

While Silvi was lost, a spectacular curse was emitted with a good passing voice.

Everyone was surprised, even the two men in battle stared into the Lord of their voices.

"I'm sure craftsmanship has a way of fighting craftsmanship! Temee, you're not staying high enough to learn makeup! You're not talented, so go crazy on death! Whose son, Cora! You bite the stone, but you're in the winning position, you idiot!

Everyone who turned to "you say too much" to the too dirty curse was losing words with a chick-like face. Because a hell of a beauty was there.

The masses get confused and become chicks because of the rain and verbal violence pouring down from that outrageous beauty. It is a head pigeon pigeon.

"This, idiot! Think of your position!

Beautiful woman to be reclaimed by her refreshing and sister. My sister is also a beautiful woman. The chick is superb.

"... and who knows?

"Oops. That's it. You're a rotten man."

"Fine, that's it, you're a mouthless kid. She was so beautiful."

"He's got a bad mouth, but he's a great guy. I'll take you to the play next time."

"I'm not really interested."

"That's what they all say at first. But when you're done, you're all out of liver, this is it. I forgot, I totally felt like a genius. Damn, you did. I've never beaten him. You can't stretch it out like a normal person."

"... you're the normal person? I don't think so."

"An ordinary man stretched out. So, that's it, I'm gonna let you scratch me with craziness to death. The move is fine with Temeer winning. So give me the fight."

Claude Lewis of Stripping moves out.

The poking track, the speed of exit, everything is the same as it was earlier. But only simple speed jumped. God's spear flushes it but also shows some confusion about change.

"Seventy percent, three minutes?

A beast mixes with its light while it dwells in God.