Tower of Karma

I can't do this.

The man who said so is plowing the field a little far from home. That is quite a gesture to wave, but when I saw the field, I could see that he had no knowledge whatsoever and was only an amateur dirt bully. Nothing but the self-satisfaction of an old man who just survived alone.

"How long are you gonna keep doing that?

"Until death, Lord Ark."

"Bullshit."

"The great you don't understand. He went out to his son, he was preceded by his family, he could not protect his friends, he gave, he did not fight his son's vengeance to the end. Exactly a crappy man. It wasn't worth living for. I was the beginning of all this."

"It is love. It did not have to be 'William Lewius' for those who pressured Sir. Whatever choice Sir made, he would have eaten another and made it come to pass. Such an idea is the extreme of arrogance, speak up."

Ark's words were too cold and sharp. True opposite of the eye that sees Alfred or Yelena. Iron will to hurt the foolish old man but to serve his purpose.

"Then it doesn't have to be that sword. The age of heroes came to an end, and the age of warriors collapsed. It will no longer be the time to find meaning in the sword. The role of Lewis is over. No, it didn't make sense from the start. It was a pointless pile."

"I don't even want to cram my ancestors' petitions."

"What can I do with my sword now?

"We can change times"

"... what are you talking about? Those are the times..."

"That child, that sword, kills the culminating man of his time"

Warren stops his hand and stares at Ark. I don't see how you're kidding. It's not even an atmosphere where you're lying. I'm no longer confident in my eyes to spot my true self, but it still didn't sound like the wind the man was talking nonsense.

"A child, you say, kills a parent!?

"Don't make a big noise. If she asks, that's what makes it futile. That child's decision must be made by himself. That's a different story."

"... then the White King, that's what he's up to?

"If you're forced to inherit, that man is a good hesitant. But he's not even a king enough to give up his seat incompetently. At the end of the day it will stand. As William Lewis, he held the sword his lord had forged, as a wall to exceed."

"What if it can't be exceeded?

"Death, is. I guess I already have a replacement for that. We also have quite a few things to connect to."

Warren bites his teeth. The age of battle was over, and the man waving his own sword also laid down his sword again. I thought that was it. That's what I thought all the causes were cut off with my own indifference and the glory of the king.

"But it's only a substitute. The best hand is that child. I think so again when we walked together. She's special. Five hundred years will not come out, such as the king, who is so wise, and then liked by all men. Ah, his reign will be a golden age for Laurencia."

"With a sword, there's no need to be! If you're so much of a person, you just have to give instructions without holding the sword. He's a king, and even the people don't say he's impotent. The sword should be held by the person who should hold it, by the person in position. It doesn't have to be a king's vessel."

Ark puts down a breath. And I looked up to heaven quietly.

"Do you really think so? Do you think the people are so discerning? I don't think so. The people are foolish. Forgetfulness is intense, and you continue to look for yourself indefinitely. It depends on the direction of the wind. It's patty here and there, and I spit on yesterday's benefactor fine."

There was nothing warm in a man's eyes. Perhaps, to the Knight King, the people were not opponents of love. A man who had infinite love for the loyal and trustworthy knights has not pointed a single chip at it for a people who do not hold the sword.

"We need strength. I can't tell you whether or not. An understandable force for the people, it is neither wit nor force. Oh, they're common. How do we know that? What we need is anecdotes. Legend is what drives folly. Therefore I will cut off the king with his hand."

"... can killing a hero of the Redemption become a legend?

Ark has an awesome grin.

"I would have told you. They're forgetful. If you inflict a little pain, it will soon be forgotten and overwritten. It's not a matter of time before a hero is converted into a demon king."

This man says that people will easily forget what a hero did.

"You think the White King will be inscribed as an abomination in history?

"If you use king killing as an inheritance method, you will always do so. Because that's the best thing you can do. A little blood stabilizes the first step. It is cheap"

Even he will be called the Demon King.

"The vessels that make it up were attached. The road is already standing. The real finish is time for inheritance, but um, the practice bench managed to make it. After many journeys the vessels are being filled. All you have to do is sword. Ask the other way? Listen to me now, it's Warren Lewis. Can I have another sword? Someone's sword cut off, so..."

Zokri, Ark's skin is cold.

It was pointing to the ground and I don't see the look, but it definitely looked like the 'Avenger'. It looks like an arc, mixed with love.

Abandon vengeance. That's not easy. Whether you give up or after a long time, there are still thoughts in this world that you can't wipe. Sometimes even with a solid lid, it gets zero from time to time. Above all, if you can see the 'way'...

"... William"

Which is his whining name, fulfilled and directed?

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"... that's good"

"The rabbit I caught..."

"- I cooked it"

"Oh well."

Alfred and Yelena with a chest up and a doya face. Warren laughs in a meandering manner. How many years has it been since I have had anything but myself in this House? I never thought loneliness would be hard, but I think the old man would be relieved.

"I was able to hunt well with that arm."

"Well done. You asked. The secret is this, needle!

"You throw?

Warren asks.

"Yeah, I'll throw. Stabbing. Stabbing in a good place will kill you."

"Not good with a knife?

Ark hangs his neck.

"Huh? It's not good, is it? 'Cause needles look better."

Alfred, real face protest.

"I think a knife thrower would be better."

Warren, honestly react.

"Heh, you've changed a lot. Probably not the difference between generations?

"Really?

"Yes, I am."

"" Well. ""

I'm forced to convince you, but probably not.

"It's a unique flavor. I've never eaten much. It's irritating."

"Aggregation of pharmacology learned in various countries. A nutritious stew that incorporates wisdom, good for health and faster healing of injuries,"

"Yeah, it's good, Yelena. You are a genius. You can eat it every day, I guess."

"Then I'll make it every day"

Ark, Warren, and the old man group had reached nothing through blush to much blue odor. I don't even have the strength to ask myself if there would have been a time like this before. In the first place, a past that is too far away, all the loose ends are noticeable.

"That's right. Tell me the sword, Mr. Warren."

"Why, to me?

"Because the settlement guy said so. Mr. Warren says he's the best sword in existence. He said he was better than himself, not Ray."

"... that's a chat. Totally."

"What do you say?

"No. I threw away my sword. I'm not willing to grip you or hit you."

"Uh."

Ugh, and look at the fragments of memories faded by the swelling of the cheeks.

Nothing to say, everyday shards.

"Well, let me at least show you"

"Terrible."

"Ketchie."

The fluttering sense of distance that comes in is also reminiscent of my son somewhere.

That was asexual, it hurt.

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Early in the morning, Warren was pointing his foot to a place where there was one.

Where many swords stand. It is a tremendous number. And I can see that one by one is a great sword. Age is a city, but they're all Lewius' products. The sight of coveted objects was there when the arms dealer saw it.

So Warren stands up. That day, I left the land of enlightenment that prayer was pointless. I ended up coming back, not even willing to pray, just standing up.

Live for what, die for what.

I asked myself many times. Still no answer.

"Wow, it's like the tomb of a sword"

"Alfred, kunka"

"Haha, sorry. I was wondering."

"Did you put the rest on? You're used to it."

"I'm not that used to it."

Alfred stands next to Warren.

"The tomb of the sword, that's close. Sure, this is a grave. For generations of our fathers, the men of Lewius sleep here. In doing so, the Lord, or the next Lord, strikes the sword. The labor of the connected and the proof of the connected stand here. Prove it."

"... I've never heard of it before. I was Lewis, too."

"... some Lewis went outside. Many of them are just those who rebelled against these traditions. I may not have any choice but to not pass it on."

"Even the son of William Lewius?

"It's a common name."

"Really?"

If you look closely, some swords were weathered and not kept in shape. A tremendous pile of history, I guess that's what's left of the magic age stuff, too. Regardless, its true power would have been lost a long time ago.

"Yesterday, I had a dream. Slumpy, unusual shapes of people and red-haired people, and someone who chatted to me a lot, I don't think my mouth was moving at the crack, but I was friendly with the sword. That sounds like so much fun."

"... well. Woohoo, that's a 'someday' dream. Grandfather, all those who were called celebrities will see it. To connect 'someday' with 'someday'"

"... what about you?

"I've never seen it. He wasn't a celebrity."

Alfred laughs bitterly. This man seems to be a terrible liar. That honesty and clumsiness is preferable, the boy thinks.

"In this, is there a tomb of Mr. William Lewis?

"... No, I don't. Because I don't know if I'm alive or dead."

"So, what about the owner of this sword?

"... None"

"This sword is what you struck, isn't it?

"... yes"

"What kind of person was using it?

"He was a very, very beautiful girl. Seriously, strong, he succeeded Ray young. All my family loved her with a bright temper. No, now that I think about it, my wife might not have been good at it. Still, I think it was a good relationship without showing it in front of everyone."

"What is the relationship between that person and Mr. Warren?

"... how long are you willing to keep asking?

"Until you feel better"

Alfred weeps quietly. Warren guesses. This boy is getting to the answer. Then it's not about him until you feel comfortable.

"My son's, he's my fiancé."

I was talking about Warren.

"Is that person now?

"Gone. Follow your missing son."

"Really? So, what's your son's name?

William Lewis.

"It's the same name as my father. What characteristics did the person have?

"... he was a sweet kid. I didn't like asserting myself and wasn't good at exercising. He asked me to tell him the sword, but I didn't. I tried to teach sword blacksmiths not to repeat my failures, but they hated me. Did he look a little like you? [M] Though it was missing a little more. And then... same red hair as mine."

"My father has white hair. I inherited my mother's color."

"Then you must be someone else"

"Yeah, I think it's someone else. Someone else had this sword. Why do you think? How can I have this sword, and my father has a sword similar to this?

"It's..."

Alfred stared at the sword that lined him up upright, at it of his acquittal.

"My father took the sword from your son. I also took it from the fiancée woman who came after me. Not only swords, but even existence. Hey, Mr. Warren. You've noticed that since the beginning, haven't you? Your vengeance, that son of yours is me. Why don't you do anything?

Tears flow down constantly.

"I don't deserve that."

"I don't think so. And if it's in perfect condition, I'll do something to show it, but I should be able to kill it easily right now. I don't know why you won't."

I said, "I forgive you! Why didn't I try to listen to William then!? Why did you push it? How could I have thought of such arrogance that we could not understand without pain, even with pain, if they did not understand what I did not understand?

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"I hate your father for taking that child. I can't help but hate and hate. But more than that, I hate you. I'm stupid, I can't protect anything, and at the end of the day, I throw away even tradition, and I'm dying empty-handed. How could I kill that man like that?

"... I met my father, is that it?

"Oh, I even met him! I went to kill him. And I found out. That man, he's a hateful story, but guilty a dozen years ago. That's for everyone, too. I saw it. Beneath my partner's body, I had a son. There was Bridget. It is the foundation of the king. Hate, regret, but he said he'd live for the world! I said that redemption was my way. So I'm not going to die, okay? I didn't think I could win on that spot, but what's left where I win? That's when those kids' deaths meant nothing."

"It's the blame, isn't it?

"It's so much better than the rest of them for being aware of it. There are people in the world who keep taking them without even knowing they took them."

"So I didn't kill him," he said.

"I couldn't kill him," he said. No matter how I fell, my blade didn't arrive. "

Alfred wet his tears quietly. I finally understood what my father meant when he deposited his sword with me. I guess it was meant to be from the beginning. That's why I kept it for the rest of my life. Even if it's evidence that leads to who you are.

Because at the end of the day I thought that should turn me down.

"Tell me the sword of Lewis. Give me your sword."

Causes and consequences should converge correctly.

"When that man makes a mistake, I'll take my father."

A declaration of quiet. There are no more tears in those eyes.

"That's what I do. What will you do?

Last question. Unlike Ark, this boy won't try to be strong. Seriously, this is the last branch. Choose or not.

Warren looks back on his life.

And I laughed bitterly.

"One, correct. The teaching sword is not Lewis. It's Ray. The sword that breaks the demon, the fastest and strongest sword move ever transmitted from time immemorial. Humans versus humans don't play well. Let me tell you if it's an outdated move. And -"

I didn't always choose to be true. That's how all the regrets came down. I didn't discuss it with my presumptive son when I passed it on one day. I told Taka that I was passing it on, and I didn't tell my family about love.

I should have told my best friend that too. Once, I loved Brenda. Now my wife says my family is more important than anyone else.

If I had chosen by my own will, I'm sure the world would have been a little better.

"Show that sword reborn with the full body spirit of Warren Lewius. Excellion for me, the best work of my life, I...

The tomb of the sword shines in the morning sun. They say.

Fight.

The battle of Lewis is in the blacksmith.