Tower of Karma

"Hey, can I mix it up, too?

Both the knight and his daughter, Athena, are astonished by his arrival.

"I don't mind. It's an honor to see the famous Sir Medraut sword."

"It's no big deal. He's in command."

Not as good as Apollonia, but since his return to Garnia, Medraut has barely held his sword. It is a first glance, at least for the knight who was on this side. The extent to which I saw it when Athena taught me how to waste it.

Fighting quite a few opponents is unknown.

Alfred and Medraut confront each other.

Let's do it.

A lightly front-eyed medlaut.

"I'll borrow your breasts"

"I'm willing to win, but I can't convince you."

Movements are simultaneous. Cutting from wasteless footwork.

Explode simultaneously in hollow.

"I'll do it."

"Thank you."

From there a series of meetings. I don't see much garneanness in rational sword muscles without wastage. It was somewhat like the sword of Laurencia, No, White Knight. The simple functionality that leaves waste shredded.

(Yeah, strong)

But I didn't think I could win. I'm better when it comes to moves. Physical ability is within range to victory, although the opponent wins.

"That's an iron grin. But it's on the sword, isn't it?

"What is it?

"You thought you could win?

"No. Don't be a good contender, I just thought."

"... I don't think so."

The knights said, "Oh!" As I cheered, I had a meeting over to get all the information on them. There was no waste and rationality, I also understood the muscles of the sword. Scroll from here, so Alfred enforces multiple prepared stuffing muscles.

And understand the meaning of Medraut's words.

No, I was made to understand.

(... what, this?

If you want me to pack it, you're obviously going to crush the packing muscle ahead of you.

It's not on a level that the movement is being read. I feel like I've been spotted doing what I want to do before I move. Faster than the self who knows the flesh, grasp the opportunity.

(It's not a move. Where, are you reading!?

"Is confusion clearer, or what? The breath of the sword should be hidden. It's too easy to tell. You think it's the other way around? Could you be right? Scary."

"... Gu"

It's not a trap. I was just actually confused, waving a time buying sword to get time to think. He was going to stand around so that he didn't look smart, but he was stunned by the person in front of him.

sarcasm on it. He was a disgusting opponent.

"The moves are on me. Flesh differences are also acceptable. Then where do you think you're losing? Really arrogant. You think you're the only one who's smart."

As he whispers, Medraut speaks in a voice that only Alfred can hear from earlier. Decide on the core of your opponent with a grin like you made fun of people.

"You, unconsciously, think you're the best in the field of thinking. Certainly talented. It's great to have a habit of thinking at that age. But it's too late and I'm on my own."

Zuch, only Alfred can tell. The pressure is on his shoulders.

"Ma, the bad news is you brain-muscle bastards spreading to Laurencia and Garnia. It has satisfied me to that extent. Poor thing. If you polish it, it glows, but it doesn't make you feel the need to polish it. So unhappy, and still you're lucky."

Finally Alfred understood. It was all read out. He smashes the flow in the middle of reading through and pointing to the stuffing muscle, from a blow to a knockout, from a foot clamp, from the first bullet in the combination.

"Gu, if it's the same type, it's Mr. Zeno."

"Zeno? Who's that? From what it feels like to be a samurai from Estado? But if it's Estado, it's about Suns, it's strong."

"Ah."

I was completely wrong about the opponent's power. An area that was taka me that I could definitely win. It is completely upward in terms of thought. Zeno was the best opponent I've ever fought. On his own, Alfred was ceiling himself and each other in the struggle, slightly above him. That mistake in perception created the present predicament.

"Elvira's strong, too, but you won't know. It's a waste of time, we all say it's a good time, but it's a difficult time for young people because it's not easy to understand. If it was a disturbance, you would have noticed a little earlier. And like Renault, I became a monster right away."

Alfred remembers.

This pressure, this feeling was similar when I pointed to Lydiane and Strachez. No, that was probably palm added. So I didn't notice.

Seriously, the strength of a hero of wisdom.

"It's not enough to fight a strong opponent of our kind."

The battle to drop it into the martial arts. My specialty is losing.

Therefore, even if I try to win with moves, the difference between my flesh is heavy. Before I realized it, I thought the difference was acceptable, but now it feels like a cliff. No matter how shaky you shake it, no matter how complicated the combination you try, what can you do to someone who doesn't even move?

"Huh, oh!

At least just the power - a blow with a lot of energy.

"Ooh!?

Finally, it's shaky. Thread to triumph grabbed in predicament.

"I have it. But it's a shitty cut."

The next blow is considered a fluke. Sword somewhere similar to the White Knight's sword. Hands as if you cut a cloud. If I get hit by the idea that I'm going to take it all I can, I can't leave my position behind.

"I have to cut the trump card when I cut it. This is Garias' Loran, the sword pack he used. You've been practicing because it sounds interesting. Sneak."

"Gu, ah"

Totally, I expose my empty back.

"What do we do? Want me to finish?

Medraut's words, pity directed over his back. Absolutely winnable situation. All you have to do is point the sword at it and the battle will be decided. At that time, if they throw these words at you, Alfred can't stop anymore.

"Win!

I hate raw losers. It is at the extreme that the nature of a person is transparent. Zara things, such as the fact that those who don't normally look that way are the opposite.

Forced to rebuild his posture beyond the limits. while at a distance.

"... come on, you're an idiot, you"

The move was completely beyond Alfred's limits. Red atmosphere, rebuild just for a moment. To win, because I decided to keep winning.

"You can't lose a place like this."

Get the distance, come on, we're going to start over. At that moment, Medraut's sheath, which flew in at an auspicious speed, struck Alfred's forehead directly. Too unexpected a shock, for a moment, interrupts thoughts. In that moment, Medraut packed his distance and quietly attached a sword to his neck muscle.

"Yes, my win"

"Hey, what a coward"

I've never heard of you throwing a sheath.

MEDRAUT smiles in a floating manner, not by accident, via outfield noise, etc.

"It was the last time we didn't tighten up, but it was a good match for each other"

"My father and Lord Alfred had a great battle! I don't know if you're a knight at the end of the day. If you could, would you have preferred me to dress up?"

"Ha ha. There's no cowardice or shit in battle. I won. I won."

Medraut laughs off her daughter's words.

Alfred was stunned beside it. Even though I hadn't been able to fight well in the beginning, it showed up as a good battle in the field. No, that's what Medraut was showing me. Perhaps deliberately, Alfred, to avoid scratching the Guest.

There was so much difference. There's a difference I've never assumed before.

"Give me a face. You guys should try harder. Even a young kid like this is trying so hard to be healthy, huh? Laurencia has a monster stronger than me. Hands, you can take them out, but don't regret it when you do."

"Oh, my goodness!

With Alfred in his arms, Medraut leaves the training ground behind. When the king is invisible, the knights begin to talk about their earlier battles, and the argument becomes feverish. Strength is what Garnian knights honor.

Those two are subjects to be honored.

"It was just strength, but what was the end of it?"

"But only if you win, but you will"

"Not dressed up, but still I think winning is winning"

"Um, there's no shaking anywhere."

Seeing the sight, the knights direct from Medraut sigh.

The difference between them and the strangers who know outside is huge. Synonymous with not seeing the strength of a man named Medraut, at least at a time when the current battle looks mutual.

It also meant that Medraut could not understand the battle against the Wisdom generals who fought to the death, and it was also a proof left that they did not reach Laurencian standards today.

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"No, it's been a long fight. That was fun."

"... it was a complete defeat"

"This is not where you should reflect."

Alfred was alone in Medraut's private room. A beautiful woman with red hair just brought me some tea earlier. "You're a beautiful daughter-in-law," he said proudly. Complete defeat, unprecedented weakness engulfs you.

"I don't mind imposing it where I have to win. You should. But you shouldn't be able to do it where you can lose. It's nice to hate losing. You've failed with that a few times. Do you have any idea?

I can't do it in a rematch against Kike behind Alfred's brain, and the memories of Xeno and the others reprimanding him are revived. Where we should win and where we can lose, we do not want to compromise, but today's first battle will certainly hit the latter. The opponent is in character, far from Laurencia.

I can't make losing better, but the terms for losing were right.

"It was interesting to say that you were energized. It was also interesting that Lester and the Geheims were controlling the areas reached by madness and drugs. Feel like you're holding up the burden?

"... Yes"

"Still, you don't use it much from 'staying', do you?

Alfred leans down to Medraut's point. It was the same as affirmation, a fact that Alfred had tried to keep secret from everyone. Be vigorous. Break the limits. The better you do, the less burdens you will have, but your body will still accumulate wear and tear as if you were working with your own glass. I was conscious. So I've kept it as low as I can.

"Make it Laurencia. Make it Garnia. Sure enough, this guy always melts iron in his bones. When - he's so sturdy. There was a time when I was worried too. In the end, I woke up with the blood of a son of a bitch at my age and became sturdy."

"If you were just small, there was salvation. I didn't think instant or endurance was inferior when I was a kid. If it's just performance now, you're not losing. If it's the same physique, how often do you think of it? Well, today was before that."

"Haha, put aside the reflection, I was surprised the other way around because Athena had heard the ganglans and sister reviews. The flesh is not bad. It's better. Fast and strong. If you're in the same shape, you have top physical abilities. The problem is it's so delicate that you can't build up your physique. Does not drain, accumulates. Brittle enough to put limits on your usual battles"

"... you know what I mean"

"God is truly cruel. Spending time and effort because it gives you a serious talent, but as you approach the cap, you see a fatal flaw. By the time I see it, it's too late. A body prone to malfunction by a gifted genius, it's really mean."

As Medraut could see, Alfred's body had the flaw of being brittle. I originally didn't think it was sturdy, but I was convinced at the stage that I had experienced a breakthrough in my limitations in the art of abode. Even this technique, which the Warrens have been using flatly for years, became a burden on their bodies, with a sense of even small accumulation.

Therefore, there was a reality that had to be restricted both in practice and in use in action.

"Even the sturdy ones were rattled after a few fights with that pill, and you've never crossed it without using it. I thought the medicine itself was as a trump card, but my sister would never allow it. Look at the end of those people who used it, because your sister's knights were full of idiots who would use it without hesitation if ordered."

There were complex colors floating in the eyes of the smudging and crushing medlaut. Alfred cannot deduce its sincerity.

"For now, I know why we fought in a unique way. But you understand that today's loss is something else, right?

"Right."

"You never lost in this part. Well, in the first place, it's rare in Laurencia to have all the brave people, and most of them are still active in 'war'. Dimensions say no fool sends salt to the enemy. But I'm not. I'm a finished human being, and I can't do enough salt in my spare time."

As he talks, Medraut spreads the bespoke strachez he made the craftsman do not hesitate and instructs Alfred to sit down in his chair with a gesture.

"Strachez, can you?

"Yeah, well. I think you're good at it."

"Upper. We're a race that fights with our heads. War, one-on-one, these board games are fundamentally the same. One hand, five seconds early, and speed is power. I'll make you study the power you've never been asked for, the brainwork general."

"... one hand, five seconds?"

That's funny.

"I'm willing to win"

"Sure, but I think we'll probably keep losing for a while."

This hand game is what Alfred specializes in. He also won in Laurencia, the largest city of Gallias, Ulterior, one of the leading Strachez powers.

A play that I don't think is happening in Garnia.

I'm not willing to lick it, but I wasn't willing to lose.

Let's start a war.

But you'll soon find out. There is no such thing as a man who can transform war one-on-one into a battlefield on the board.