Tower of Karma

Apollonia's teachings were, in a nutshell, sensible.

First of all, no martial arts were spoken in her, and that was evident when communicating to people. Shake it like this, oh shake it, I have no other way of teaching it than in practice.

I mean...

"Concentrate."

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There is room to understand if it is a martial arts that can be practiced, but when it comes to the inside story, it is really only complete in her, and there is nothing to convey.

So much so that I doubt if I'm willing to tell it.

"Empty yourselves"

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"That's just not thinking"

"Uh, and what's the difference between the two?

"It's all different"

"... Yes"

There are question marks all over my head. Anyway, trying to concentrate doesn't know what to concentrate on. Because they said it was empty. Then they said they didn't think anything of it. End of story. That's why it's natural, Alfred thinks.

"You don't seem very focused."

"Excuse me. Um, can you tell me about when Master Apollonia stepped in? Just a little bit. I need something to take care of."

"Hmm. Was it a night of defeat, return to the island, and remorse? I think my own stupidity was when my very existence was neglected and I wanted to disappear"

Apollonia tells too heavy a story flat.

"A miserable loser who failed to meet the expectations of my knight. worthless, vain, across the shore in ghostly comfort. If you keep going, it won't disappear. My chest jumped to a hunch. But at the same time, my knight stares behind his back, wondering if my king will escape."

And it is too sensory, no longer a world of dreams.

"That's why we're still stopping. There's no reason for me to stay if I'm alone. Unless you can start over."

I can't chase understanding.

When I needed a self-punishing sensibility, I just felt uncomfortable trying to punish myself for giving it my own regrets. I didn't even know what it meant to do with the other shore, I was just meditating on my little first hour. My legs got numb and Yelena and Ark knocked me down.

"I'm sorry, you're a lousy mouth, forgive me."

"No, because we're talking about the senses. Sometimes it's hard to tell."

"Do you want to be distracted and archaic? I can't teach you anything but to fight."

"Thank you. Let me sweeten your words!

Grab the sword and freshen up and go outside, Alfred. Apollonia smiling at its back follows it again. There was a shadow of a pillar, resentment, and an appearance of Athena staring at the two archaeologists with envy. Behind it were ganglans, arcs, and a host of other knights who exuded alcohol into the dishes about the stuffiness of Athena.

Fine, they are vicious brothers. The same goes for my real grandfather.

Outside...

"Not a bad offense. There is a rush, and there are multiple lies."

"... then take it a little harder, please!

"Well, this is how I get it because I'm tough."

The reception of Apollonia, which brings together a pale atmosphere, was difficult for ordinary people to understand. If you are a regular swordsman, you receive it on the surface, not on the line. No, any beginner or skilled person would be the same. But she was taking it at a point. Cut the combination of upward, downward, left, and right punches with just the tips. Impossible, not normal.

Her sword was forged in action backed by the rule of thumb. It is a much slower read and accuracy than a normal swordsman, but it is clearly slower to start than knowing oneself about the flesh. I need to do something I can't because it's late. I also know you're imposing.

Pull, take it at the cutting edge to antagonize it at all, in a situation where the force cannot be put on. Lines over surfaces, dots over lines. Well, that makes sense.

(Risk exterior, kaya! Wouldn't this guy consider the possibility of leaving it empty?!?

Taking it at a point means that if it deviates at all, the attack will come straight through. So nobody does it. The power is easy to convey, but no one will ever have anything that would tolerate such a risk.

Not exactly a human being, not himself or his opponent.

"Your Majesty's sword is awesome, but so is the boy's sword that makes it strong. Is there anything you think of as the same generation, Athena"

"... with that body, it's amazing to be able to do that far. But I honestly feel like one now compared to that fucking wolf. I think it's very strong."

"At this stage, I think you're gonna lose, fucking wolf."

"No way!? That was a monster!

"He'll look like a monster, too, if the person to compare it to isn't His Majesty. The number of bills, the sense of cutting them, it's out of the picture. In terms of future, it must be a mistake."

Ganglan is one of the best in Garnia. Top of the young. He would be a powerful man who would enter the fifth finger even if he exchanged generations above him.

Above all, he is the only man in Garnia who has defeated the wolf child.

"Now, can you beat me or not? I don't know. They're gonna kill me."

Athena with a grinning face dissatisfied with her brother's portion. If you are a knight, don't be nagging even though you are about to lose. Very easy to understand.

"Now, is. I will be a little stronger too, and the wolf child will be stronger than it is now. He, it's time for the ceiling. The grief of the unworthy, if at this level of difference, will be filled without effort. That's the cruelty of talent."

Alfred is desperate to devour Apollonia. Well done. Gungran praises in his heart that it was polished at that age. But at the same time it looks clear, the flesh that has already raised to near its limit. Stretch out, there's very little left.

Efforts without tomorrow, what does he think and wave his sword?

"But you look beautiful scratching your feet, don't you think?

"... just a little bit,"

He is a scratcher. Athena was only slightly struck by a different glow than the wolf child.

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"It doesn't seem fragrant."

"Right. I wish I could just grab some hang-ups."

"I can't see the connection," he said.

"Yes."

Everyone surrounds the round table and pounds their tongues on a primitive evening. It didn't look like the dining landscape of a minimal servant, a queen who marched west and rocked Laurencia.

"I teach you everything you can. It's up to him to get to see him."

"I suck at teaching"

He looks like your father.

"I think you look like a mother, I guess. I'm not that bad."

"What do you think, ganglan"

"... what do you think of Athena?

"What!? Ngu, ngo!?

Athena suddenly swayed the subject and stunned her throat with too many meals. A ganglan that looks at suffering with a joyful look. He was a so-so son of a bitch.

"I think I clogged it. Back, please."

Yelena turns behind lukewarm and athena. I was shaking it up.

Don, and a loud noise echoes the castle. Athena stripping white eyes of too much destructive power. Alfred, sitting in its front, showers a rainbow parabola with a smile on his face.

I didn't waver at the iron smile, or it was stiff.

"... I panicked. Reflections"

Yelena, a mistake of hatred that misuses force. Though she tends to forget, she was a force to compete with each other by comparing her powers to those of Xena. Recently, I have also learned to use my strength and make no mistakes in my daily life, but it was still sweet when it came to emergencies.

"Sorry, Al"

"I'm good. More than that, Mr. Athena, are you okay?

"I'm just passing out, I think. I'll bring you to your room."

"Yeah, I'm gonna wash my face, too."

Ganglan and Ark laughing so hard to keep playing. The kingdom of the knight was also the kingdom of the beast. It really is a terrible story.

Three people left, two knights with waves of laughter drawn. Apollonia is also crazy for continuing to eat without shaking things up like this.

"I'd like Athena as my guide to guide Garnia."

"What about that heart?

"Only God knows."

"I see. I think having Athena and Lord Alfred together would have a good impact, Your Majesty."

"I don't mind. Either way, I don't have much to gain here. I taught what I could teach. I have something to show you. And then it's up to her."

Apollonia also had no obsession whatsoever just that she had already finished the role again. Even though I remember a little loneliness for the first time in my daughter's transformation, I still avoid mentioning it because it is smoother there regarding this time. Because this is the end of everything that needs to be done.

"Then I'll fly the eagle first. Don't let it be a useless dispute. Well, if Athena is there, it won't be a problem. Because she's the most troublesome face in that country. The journey should be a mild thing."

"Oh, speaking of which, you took over that man's territory."

"Yeah. You're doing great"

"Hmm. It's a good thing"

A ganglan takes a seat first. Ark laughs in his heart that he is a man who is nothing like his father and who stands around cleverly. Son of a man who, like himself, abandoned his own territory and died in battle after losing twice to the same opponent after wandering. There must have been a lot of hard work.

"If you look at him on the battlefield, your father's feelings will change."

"... don't read your mind. Totally, I just need to live straight."

"Want your daughter to be a fool, or it's a funny joke"

Indoors that tingle, two people who finish their meals never gaze at each other.

"I have a lot to ask."

"I know. When those kids travel, we'll tell them everything."

"Fine, then."

Look at the emotionless Apollonia. Ark scratches his head . My choice made her a living ghost. What was right after all? What choice could she have made, that she could have arrived at a satisfactory answer for all things?

(You're a fool. I don't have that power in my eyes)

It was the presence of a changed daughter that was the greatest blame for me.