Tower of Karma

"I want to give you a moment with regard to the sword. The same goes for the equipment, but I need some prototyping to get my arm back. In the meantime, I'll teach you sword moves."

Warren was amazed to see Alfred's way of being together. It is a sword that has reached a sufficient level even as a ray. It draws on the flow of rays and develops them to a completely different technological system. Perhaps my father, William, put it together.

"Hmm, that's a big deal, that guy..."

He saw Bridget's moves and elevated them to his own without stopping to imitate them. It's incredibly sophisticated, poking at rationality, avoiding waste.

"What do you say?

"It's more than I imagined. Honestly, I don't even think I have something to teach you. I'll show you now, but whether there's something to learn by fulfilling it."

That's what Warren hasn't waved a sword in a long time. It feels like sucking even though I say I haven't gripped it for a long time. I deplore the fact that I remain tied to my sword.

"... su, isn't that amazing!

"Really? That move seemed more advanced to me."

"No, 'cause it's disastrous fast, and not at all, much faster than mine, much faster than my father"

"... speed is not very important to Ray. It has been taught that it is the catfish that make sense. Mine is so boneless, I've often been told there's no hua."

"That speed is more important to me."

"If that's all right, I think I'd rather do it now. Try to imitate me. You should be able to imitate as soon as you have the taste."

"I'll try!

Alfred immediately began to imitate Warren's art of abode. Originally, I used to mend moves, albeit changed ones, and that soon came to pass.

But...

"... you know, it's getting late"

As a result, Alfred's presence was clearly slowing down.

"If we are to compete for speed, the White Knight's abode, which stuck with reason, prevails. It enters the unplugging motion out of sight from before the movement, and is finished unplugging before the target perceives it. It's a practical way of staying together, assuming interpersonal. We're not gonna compete. We're not gonna fight each other."

"So, but Mr. Warren's is clearly fast"

"Those who are fast in the same surgical logic are fast. Those who are slow are slow. I would..."

Warren imitates the moves Alfred showed earlier.

Never before, the brilliance of the moment.

"- Faster. That's all."

Alfred suddenly leads to the trail. If I say it's all about personal differences, I'm no longer a hitter or anything. Besides, in Warren and Alfred, there's so much opening that I don't think there's a difference in physical ability. It was only slightly unreasonable to say the difference between individuals.

"For once, I'll throw away stereotypes and try. Because I have time. Let me see it all. There's got to be something. Make sure you get the answer."

"... well. All right, take a good look."

Warren's stunt. A tremendous amount of speed. If you are going to fight, you will never make it to the speed range. I just have to take it without looking. Whether it's a dream story or not, because of the low degree of freedom in the art of abode.

"For receiving, this is what I do. It's a little difficult."

During the sword extraction, Alfred sweats cold when he is shown the technique of forcing the orbit to change and shoot through. If it's in action, it's dead now.

"That one needs a little trick. Above all, it breaks the moves, I didn't think you taught at Ferrin. Other, oh, it's his hand to teach."

"He?"

"Once there was a man at the festival who snatched a victory from Ray with a snail no one wanted. It had thereby been stripped of being a ray and had temporarily lost its rights, but in today's Lucitania there is no ray other than that house. Well, he doesn't seem to recognize himself as a legitimate Ray in him. Use a sword more beautiful than mine. You should take a look."

Alfred finds out. That's the 'guy' I met when I was exploring the settlement with Yelena. Someone who taught Warren he should beg to teach.

It was certainly a strange atmosphere. I didn't feel very strong though.

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"Thanks for the other day. Safe, I could beg Mr. Warren to teach me."

'That was good. Still, you seem to have gotten very good at Lucitanian language in the short run. I didn't think he was exotic when he spoke to me. "

'I'm afraid you'll be complimented. Please do me a favor.'

His sword, Ray, who existed rather than had no choice but to resurrect, was certainly beautiful. It's not like Warren's, it's like a dance, it's beautiful as a sword dance, it's wonderful. But that wasn't what Alfred was looking for.

You didn't seem to like it.

"No, that's not true."

"The sword of that man who laid down his father is very strong. Master Brad was strong, too, but woohoo, in strength, there's probably nobody better than that guy. Therefore I respect it. It's just a little off the way Ray is. Saving moves is my responsibility again."

"Even if you're weak, are you?

'I'm competing for superiority and inferiority at the festival, but that was entertainment. True responsibility is to leave the moves to future generations. Same as Lewis. Connecting takes precedence over everything else. "

"I see."

"Ray's sword is a prayer. Ritual, is it like? But at the same time, he is also a fighter and protector. In that sense we were not Ray. Only that man was at Laurencia's level, and even that man could not come beyond that wall '.

The man meditated quietly on his eyes.

"There is no longer a Ray in Lucitania. Maybe that's the truth. Originally, Ray is the guardian of the world, not the guardian of Lucitania. Well, those who have been able to do that will not be in Lucitania even if they go back a thousand years and two thousand years. '

The man shook his head and grinned.

"Why don't you give up your consciousness to fight once? Ray's sword at least doesn't envisage an interpersonal match. Let the snail creep into your body, and some of it can be seen from where it is? I didn't have the strength, Ray, but the sword is faster than you. '

Yes, I certainly didn't feel strength from a man's sword. But when it comes to sword speed, it's still better than Alfred. My physique is probably better than mine, too.

There's no reason to lose.

"Good luck."

"Thank you"

Another trail. Would you say that it is a place that is unreasonable to reach?

Alfred didn't want to admit it, he felt like it.

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"Can you make this too?

"Small and sharp, never made, but let's try it"

Next to Alfred's distress, Warren was steadily regaining his own arm. He builds up by tapping rusty moves like iron. I have already tried a few of them, but they are all suitable for calling them products. And the scalpel Yelena asked for.

"... a blade that can be cut so much, never before"

"I built it sturdier than the stuff you showed me, but it's no different in delicacy. It is advisable to thoroughly wipe the blood after use."

"Okay. Thanks."

"No, it was an interesting job. Cut to heal, maybe the most meaningful sword I've ever made. If there's another job like that, I want you to let me know."

"Yeah."

It was pretty much back in Warren's senses.

But he also felt he was still unprepared to work on his soul's work.

"... right. Don't turn away forever."

Create a family sword. I've been avoiding it, the sword that sticks out at Lewis' grave. Unobstructed, not a dispute I've built to escape by calling it prayer, but with all my heart, one bottle at a time, thinking of their faces. I've stopped running.

"He's fighting, too. Next to the kid scratching his feet, it's not tight when the adult is running away. Wouldn't you? You guys. I'm sorry, I should have told you in words, but I'm still a lousy mouth. Forgive me for telling you with my sword until the end. '

Alfred, who leads to the trail and still doesn't give up and repeats the trial from every point of view. The figure is so muddy, it doesn't look beautiful, but that's why it dazzles those who scratch their feet. I feel like I'm being pushed on the back.

"... do it"

Don't run away from me. It's not too late.