Tower of Karma

Until winter, at last, Warren stuck his last bottle to his grave with a sword directed at his beloved wife. Probably made it the best wave of swords I ever created.

Striking in the love of his family, Warren finally transcended his past self.

"I loved you. More than anything else in the world, I want my family, you. I'm sorry."

He was a clumsy man. I have lived in oligarchy, poorly spoken, and without self-assertion. I can't help it because that's who I am, the craftsman. I assumed that on my own, and interpreted it on my own when it was passed on even if I didn't have to face it, and I didn't pass on one thing.

Spinning words takes courage. But spinning words doesn't start people. Warren didn't realize until it was too late for that obvious.

I can't forgive myself now. Lifetime, you won't allow it.

Looks like you're ready.

"Oh."

"What does Sir think and spin that sword?

"... it's all about me"

A tremendous fierceness shivers the forest. Now that he was superb as Lord of Lewis, he reigned as Lawrencia's best sword blacksmith. Whatever the world, the apex is something that shines. Sometimes sword blacksmiths pressure the knight king.

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"I'm here to keep my sword, but you seem to be boiling"

"Excuse me. I'm trying a lot, but I'm just going away. Honestly, I have no idea. Again, is it a personal difference? That's why I've always liked the art of living in Lucitania, and the flesh specializes in it."

"It doesn't. I'm Lewis. The strange one who waves his own sword in Lewis is about me. I don't think it's blood when I can use it."

Alfred sighs. Remains a long way off the trail. I kept stuck like never before. There was a real sense that even the momentum was going a little bit further.

I even felt more like I was retreating now.

"... tough?

"Honestly, that's right. It's tough not to see the answer."

Warren thinks. If I had been myself, I'd just have to keep shaking it anyway, like I've been doing, pushing it away. There's no point in being a lousy mouthpiece of advice. The extent to which I show my moves even if I do. That was his way.

"... Neither me nor Brad or Brenda honestly remember struggling with their moves. I repeated the mould I was taught, and when I realized it was quite so."

But that's the same as before. Look and divide, look and remember, then Warren learned with her own hands what she couldn't convey.

"Bridget, well, was there a time when she was a little, stretched out? Brad was rather away from the sword before that kid started showing his talent, too, and he was often consulted about his life, so I remember. At that time, she, yes, turned overnight."

"Ho, is that true!?

"He said he got the hang of it. Anger, and moments, when I put my strength into it, I could do it, apparently."

"That's also a tremendous sensory trick."

I thought the answer was, Alfred drops his shoulder.

"Wait. There may still be. Right, I don't know if it helps, but this happened. Me and Brad comparing moves, well, there was a day when I accidentally won. Brenda was watching that. Even if he hated to lose, he naturally regretted it and encouraged one person to practice it."

"... so?

"I was breaking my arm bone one day."

"... you were injured by overwork. And what kind of training did you do to break the bones in your arms?

"Just a bare gesture."

"Huh?"

"I broke my arm with a bare gesture, he said. Brenda burst into laughter and he was soggy, but after he healed, his sword speed improved dramatically."

"... Oh, no, that's stupid. It's not normal to break your arm with a bare gesture."

"Really? It is not to be said that it is common among those who mend Lucitanian swordsmanship, but it is quite a case in point. If you shake it too hard, it will. He got the hang of it, stretched out, but some people freak out and can't shake it."

"... No way"

"That wasn't very helpful. Sorry."

"No, no, no, no! Thank you, Mr. Warren. Haha, you're scared of the difference in perception, really. It's not normal, it's the bare gesture that breaks your arm. Shake it too hard, it's absolutely impossible. That's our normal."

"Really?

"That's right. Right there, I finally saw something I hadn't seen. You just have to untie it from an unusual event. One step, I think I've moved on."

"That was good. So I'd like to borrow your sword."

"Oh, yes, go ahead. I'll take care of it because I want to think about it a little bit."

"Ugh, um. That's light."

Warren felt a little lonely watching Alfred shut up then. Well, for him in the first place, he's only a sword entrusted to him by his father, so I guess he's never as obsessed as he is.

"Shake hard enough to get hurt, how? That won't happen as hard as I tried to shake it. I'm not even talking about putting in the effort."

He receives his sword from Alfred, who bumps and crushes, and Warren turns his foot to the workshop. I still think it was worth spinning the words, which Warren doesn't know for himself, but it's not a bad idea to have scattered conversations.

"Um, Mr. Warren! Is there anything like that, a trick anyone who says it's obvious or waves a sword knows, something like that?

"... oh, yeah. You didn't tell me because you were made, but when a child can teach him a sword, he is the first to teach him how to stand. Weakness. Like water, like air full of the world, it lightens the body and drains the whole body. It's basic, but it's done.

"No, it was helpful! It's very different for me from being unconscious and doing it consciously. Sword, please! Me, I see it!

"Oh. I've been entrusted"

I don't know what I saw, Warren, but I snorted for now. Warren thought it was not a bad conversation, but it was still difficult.

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Alfred dared repeat the habitation technique he learned in Lucitania as it was. It didn't improve, and in repeating the old one, I could see it little by little.

The improved surgical logic my father created is certainly sensible and excellent. There is no reason why Lucitanian moves can be won if compared with physical rationality. My father is more complete as a move. Naturally speaking, the Lucitanian sword is not aiming for its place in the first place.

It is not where it is. The reason for speed is not the difference in moves.

Well, then...

"The body, it's the only way. My idiot!

The answer I finally arrived at. It is a different point of view from that which Warren himself asked and denied. We should have found the technique of lifting physical abilities rather than differences in individual physical abilities. Yes, Alfred already understood how to take it off in the fight against Kike, the encounter in Schwartzberg, etc. The answer was in my hand.

But at the same time, there are reasons why I didn't think about it. Driving beyond the limit, not just Alfred, always produces damage. Even in that short period of time, there was a rattle in my body. Then there was no way I could incorporate that into my everyday moves.

"... the tip is, moments,!

The solution that Alfred had arrived at was - take it off for a moment.

It was at that moment that Bridget had the answers, putting her strength into the tricks she had, the anger and the moment. At the moment of release, it was the moves that struck out beyond the limits of the body that underpinned Lucitanian swordsmanship. Reduce the burden by shortening the time to remove it. For so little time that the body could not feel it, when the damage was so small that it could not be chased, there was a viable path there.

My arm will break if I extend the time I am removing it. Sometimes a bone will break with just a bare gesture. Anyway, the shorter you can take it off, the better.

"That's the hard part."

For a moment, where to take it off, and how much to take it off, it's only in keeping swinging. I'm good at exploring the best, but unfortunately I only have one arm left, so I had to go slow. It's easier to shake it enough to break it before exploring the criticality.

(This is where I found out. Father's moves were reasonable, but Lucitanian swordsmanship was reasonable. I was just aiming at a different place. It feels like everything is designed to come off naturally until you stand, pull it out, and put your sword away. It's not about the moves themselves, it's about making your mind, your body, transcend them. Shouldn't be meshing, really)

Lucitanian swordsmanship was exactly what bets everything on a blow. No falsehood in the sign, and for that they exceed their limits as a matter of course.

(This is a good application. Dismantling. 'Cause right? For a moment, removing it won't strain your body, I could understand that. It can be combined with motivation. Avoidance in case of emergency, good to use on a single piece of paper, can be used for anything!

Breaking the limits of the moment.

It gave Alfred further possibilities. I didn't just get to meet the habitation technique. We have acquired a weapon to transcend the extraordinary.

"Excellent. Haha, not yet, let's explore it carefully. How far can I withdraw? In consultation with the body, carefully, hey!

After this winter, Alfred will find a new mountain crater in Laurencia that no one has yet climbed.

The day his martial arts are completed, is near.