Tower of Karma

Green sprouts on the trees over winter.

Beneath it, Alfred and Warren were matching blades. Once doomed, the young children born to those who had gathered together again were seeing the two pairs of hands to show their respective reactions. Some make their eyes shine, while others imitate them.

I'm not interested because my friends are watching, but some kids were.

"Hey, that's just a tough winter."

Hollow and unstoppable blades stagger and scatter sparks.

By the time those watching it perceive it, the blades on both sides are already in the sheath.

"Phew, I'm improving. but not yet."

"Welcome!

unplugged, delivered, unplugged, delivered, unreasonable repetition.

He said it was originally a blade for discussing superiority in the first place with a knockout, a blow of the whole body and spirit, so it probably just didn't make sense to be unsuitable in this world.

Any thing has a reason.

"No, is this all you'll be able to use in the winter"

The man named Ray in disfigurement was marveling at the two of them for the fight. I'm stuck with that Warren move. We are more diverse than ourselves when it comes to repertoire, such as pulling, changing up, down, left and right.

"Awesome!

"Warren's grandfather's is awesome!

"I like my blonde brother fashionable."

"I Like Handsome"

Alfred had arrived at his own habitation after a winter. My father's moves were the fastest, much too sharpened to compromise his freedom. Alfred dared to lean on the Lucitanian stream to facilitate the connection between ease of movement and the next.

It depends on how you remove it in the first place, but if you can't, it's also possible to exceed the amount scraped off. The shape chosen is easier to remove than the certainty of the move.

"Gu!?

"What's up? Is that the end of it?

"No, I'll give it back today."

Warren's sword was simply fast and above all powerful. It would certainly be a little heretical in Lucitania. It's a sword blacksmith with natural forged strength. A sword that sounds even if shaken lightly. Alfred remains a loser until today.

Once pushed in, but finally, the form of being pushed off continued.

"Phew."

While retreating, Alfred stands by and waits.

"... have you stopped making changes?

"We'll go with a frontal breakthrough."

"Let's buy the manhood"

Same arrangement as each other. Without strength, he loosens his strength and peeps at the 'machine'.

"But then you can't give it to me!

"No, I'll take it!

Move out at the same time. But it's different from where it is.

"Nooo!?

unfamiliar behavior. The ground ahead had been decided, as if it had never been the same before. So much for stepping in.

I didn't have time to think, but once again, the blade blew up hollow.

And...

"Become!?

Warren was the force, and he lost. Alfred was the only one who was fitted with a blade. The sword that loses its strength and falls out of its hand dances through the universe.

A sword that stood on the ground far rear was a signal of settlement.

"... it's an unknown move"

"They call it shooting. I taught Eastern martial arts in the wasteland in front of the unstoppable desert and tried to incorporate it into the art of habitation. Speed doesn't change that much."

"The power is out of step. Heh heh, this is the first time I've responded like this."

What floats behind your brain is an encounter on the battlefield. I felt myself engraved in my hand now, the shock of a man who was the strongest of all monsters.

"I've even built momentum into breaking the limits, so I'll be on my way if I don't have a lot of help. Thank you, Mr. Warren."

Alfred offered his hand to Warren, who was wearing a buttcake.

"No, I didn't do anything. I got there myself."

"If I hadn't met Mr. Warren, it would have been a long time later even if I had noticed. And then, I'm too late. It makes sense what we just got here."

"... right"

The rising Warren's face was clear.

"Wait a minute, now let's bring the promised stuff"

"Yes!"

The two of them had made a little bet that they couldn't give them the resurrected sword until they took one from Warren in the art of abode. It was a defeat Warren himself didn't envisage, but there can't be any more complaints than being outdone by his own strengths.

"Great move. I saw a new era."

"Oh, thank you"

'You touched it a little before, didn't you? Ray was supposed to be the guardian of the world, not of Lucitania. The reason of the world broke down, and the art of dwelling lost its original significance, making it harder for the guardians of the world to defend the land'.

"Ha, ha"

'But, look at you, I thought. After all, Ray said he should be named the one who deserves it. It seems to me that those in charge of the world should be crowned, although neither the way nor the way they are able to be more constant than the world changes. I have to give it back to the world.'

"Uh, and, I mean -"

"My Ray, I want to dedicate an unworthy name to you. It is the name of the bravest swordsman who once defeated the Demon King. The name of the man who overturned the reason of the world. Whether Lewis keeps hitting the sword or Ray keeps his moves connected, it's to connect to the times that come one day and be useful. If the sword is useless, I can't help but keep hitting the sword. If your moves are getting old, you should update them. It's hard for us to keep stopping, but if it's you, think about it. '

No, but I'm an outsider.

'That's all I can manipulate these words. There will be no outsiders or anything. Look, it's a promise. Warren Lewius' greatest masterpiece. Let's put our breasts up and say it's the best sword in the world today without the things lined up. '

Alfred rushes to receive the sword that Warren throws out of the workshop. The handling is cluttered while calling it the greatest masterpiece, Alfred thought.

'Mind if I pull it out?

"Do as you please."

Alfred pulled out the sword of fate.

A white blade that is beautiful and shiny enough for everyone to lose their voice. It reflects the morning sun and shines golden. It is indisputably the work of Lewius, a famous Lucitanian artisan.

A wave that makes you feel like a hopeful tomorrow.

'I poured everything in me. With my mouth, I can't say a word. Well, even if it doesn't...'

'Haha, the more you hate it, the more you pass it on.' Cause so, so full of love '

Warren opened her eyes wide.

"I wish, I accept"

That's what Alfred put his sword away. Warren looks up to heaven quietly.

'Do me a favor, too. This is a highly political decision. All we can invest in you is an outdated sword and a boring name. I want Ray back in the right way.' Cause I think that's something that only people like you can do. '

Alfred with a troubled look on his cheek, but I saw all the desires lurking in a joke. What is the king without responding to this?

"Well, thank you."

"Thank you, my mark."

With a full smile in front of everyone, the king drew his sword out to heaven.

"My name is Alfred Ray Arcadia! Vow here to lead all people, including this land, as protectors of the world! The less power I still have, the more I must be at the top. Together with the two powers given to you today, I will connect you to the next generation!

The golden wind blew. Out-of-season golden woods, they still see here. The king of gold, who dwells on the earth and illuminates the trees that cover the heavens. The light he emits is dyeing the trees. Fantastic, one-time, fantastic. Then the king is there.

Standing with Lucitanian sword and name on his back, the next king -

by Alfred Ray Arcadia.

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Warren's misfortune is that he was born with two talents. Warriors and sword blacksmiths, had two natural talents that were not supposed to interact. That makes him flirt, to this day.

But the raw one made sense. It means two things.

Because this is how it all connected today.

"Master."

"Yes. Thank you for your help"

"Take care of your health. You don't feel well, you don't have an ex, you don't have kids."

"It's okay. It's sturdy to look like this, me."

"Right."

Best drop off of a lousy man.

"Me too, I'm going to try to scratch my feet as I slow down. In the meantime, I'm going to start looking for a successor. You'll have to go outside now, even more than Lucitania doesn't have a hand. I'll see you one day. Believe in each other's ways."

"Yes! I look forward to it. Good luck to each other!

"Oh!"

Seeing Alfred smiling uncontrollably, Warren was at his best as he held back the tears that were coming in. It should have been such a lucid farewell to my son, the day of his travels. The whole family, let them hold their lunches and drop them off like this.

Why couldn't it be done, after all, all remorse is in my chest?

'Let's do our best. I'll scratch your feet so I can see you guys with my chest up.'

There are irrevocable things. Too much has been taken away. Still, I still have something to connect with.

Then let me connect you. At least I don't have a face to match my family unless I'm a man who can put his chest up as a sword blacksmith. Because of the craftsman, because of the worker, I can't even use the excuse that I couldn't look at it, that I can forgive it.

I want to see my family sexually now because of that boy. Then it will take a lot of preparation. Even to preserve my majesty as a father. And now...

As long as you live too late in life, you don't.

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"What's going on?

"No, it's nothing. It's because of my age, I'm so tearful."

"... Was there an element of crying?

"Oh, it's a heartless stomach."

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Yelena puts her neck up on Ark, who cries and imitates.

(I know Al, but I don't think Master Ark is enough to hold his eyes)

Recently, I've seen some arc anomalies. I hold my eyes more and more often. That has also clearly increased since entering Lucitania. In addition, when Alfred received his sword and ray, Ark was bending his knees in the shadows.

Something's wrong, Yelena thinks.

"Where shall we go next?

"Um, it's time for me to take you home. How is it in my hometown, Garnia? It's a good place, it's bad, it's cold, it's weird."

"... where were the elements going now?

"It is also the home of this Knight King!

"Why don't you make it Valhall? Or go over the mountains and step into the battlefield that Mr. Zeno wanted to hide."

"My daughter is a gloomy beauty!

"Shall we go to Garnia?"

"Honest and good. I like it. That kind of thing."

"Al, healed left hand, because I'll break it later"

"You can't let a doctor say that. Meh!"

"Add your right hand as well. Only Al is special, so"

"Don't be so romantic and scared to say it!

The wounded body heals, and Alfred, who gains new strength, leaves the land of destiny. Still, I haven't found out everything about William Lewis. I found out about him with red hair, but I'm not sure about my father.

Where did he come from, and why did he take his place, and ascend to heaven?

You'll have to confront me one day, at least because Alfred knows. the sin of taking existence from William Lewius of Lucitania.

One day...

"Um, it's still a good day to travel!

Ark, who leads the way, uttered words with a cheerful voice.

But the appearance was painfully stained.

The journey leads to a turning point. to Garnia, the most endless island nation.