Tower of Karma

Super early fingering Strachez for one hand and five seconds that continues the next day.

The knights, who have never touched board games or anything else, also begin to notice abnormally. The smell of blood, of iron blowing from the king's room, our Lord. I know it's an illusion, but I still can't help but think of the incense of the battlefield.

"Mother, what are you doing?

"It's war. It's your father's job."

"But you can't even swing your sword in the room."

"Do you want to go peek with my mother later? With you."

And that's swelling up a little bit. A common sense of size in Garnia turns into a huge battlefield rarely found in Garnia.

A battle waged at a tremendous speed.

Horseshoe sounding at the bottom of the belly. A warrior roaring with his ears.

Sweet music for a knight, for a warrior mixed with screams and screams.

"... Plus, you're gonna be big"

"What's happening?

"... will you send Garnia's strongest general? Dear Votigan, you always lack words. History, I wanted you to follow. Or is Lord Apollonia above Master Medraut? I have so much to ask."

At last, he knighted an old knight into an unknown realm.

It is no longer a war that falls within the boundaries of Garnia.

"- General's scissors, each with its own colour. You look like Elvira, Lydiane. [M] The type that separates all tactics with a wealth of knowledge. They have the flexibility to change the way they fight, but soldiers are also required to be good at responding to instructions."

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"The other one is going to be a general who uses his weapon at the right time. Applications don't work, and I know who they are. By and large, I'm under the impression that a mountain will thrive with the tactics knitted by how many generals, but it's kind of troublesome when a guy who can do anything has this. I say Jan von Zeekt. Really, he was a very troublesome general. I didn't even see the bottom. I always laughed so hard."

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"It's just that the only thing I hate most about doing it is the kind of thing that pokes at the enemy's disgust. It drops a little, but Fenke's got it. Well, it's what made me hitch. Ma, it was worse for Diace, who only made out once before he was stuck in a hole digging curl. That's natural. I feel like I know how to hate you."

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"Concentrating? Sounds good right now. Maybe the first victory, maybe there is. This is where I want to take care of it."

"... I'll try to keep my mouth shut, even if I don't want to."

He calmly sneaks up on the plate and punches a pawn in his hand. Alfred pointing around without taking the time from earlier. Medraut was also using very little time, which had reduced the time of the First World War very immensely.

"Ooh, wow. By the way, I'm a combination of those two. I learned and took in many of them, although nothing protruded. I'm no match for you in your area of expertise, so be it. I haven't even grown up surrounded by books since I was a kid. We don't have a snake scorpion eye, but we don't have a weapon, a tactical apollonia."

"So you've been imitating all sorts of people since earlier?

"Sort of. The finger of the devil who has now forgotten the black knight, morality and ethics in his mother's belly. He is a composite of everything. With amazing growth power, you must have captured knowledge and originally equipped it, to point around poking at the opponent's weekpoint, use it here, evil road"

"... Grr!?

Mage's free throw away. Obvious invitation, just sweet overwhelming pawn gain.

There's not enough time to read through. I don't have enough information or everything.

Still, Alfred stuck the magician in the hand he was offered.

"It was a shame. You're right to take it this time."

"... damn"

"I stopped showing up on my face because of it, but I can't. Stay calm as long as you're about to lose. Is there a winning muscle, where should I lose it, my head is cold everywhere,"

"I lost!

Sometimes even the obvious bad hand can seem handy depending on the finger. While information and time are limited, you can't fall into suspicious darkness but not make a choice.

Because the general is obliged to choose whether to be right or wrong.

"One more fight!

Guillotine and burning eyes. I've been troubled, shattered all the confidence I've developed, and that's the only way I can finally see it. Look at the calories in a boy who is delicate and thinks he is weak, what's different from those Yingjie.

My eyes say.

"I'm strong. I win. I win!

and.

"Your Majesty, I have tea in here"

"Oh, leave me there"

"I'll give you what's cold"

"Please."

Whether you're lining up pawns or writing battle patterns, there's no easing the air that sticks around the room. There were only two people in their sight right now.

No, the two of them and their limbs, only the field that moves it.

…………

There is no Athena in their sight.

That was very sweet of her. Very, very sorry.

"Come on, let's do it"

"Please"

His head was calm, feverish behind his eyes, willing to kill him on his hands and feet.

Quiet, yet exalted, now Alfred Ray Arcadia runs through a world of war. - Look at 'em' screaming in a small plate.

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A huge war that lasted all day and soon stopped all night.

If a hundred wars or two hundred wars can count them as wars, they will no longer be beyond battle and are reaching the realm of sophistication.

Regardless, it's only a dwarfed mock fight. Too narrow, too unreasonable, too little sway when compared to an actual war. but hence the bondage of one hand and five seconds you dare to set. Even this irrational is raw compared to a real battle in which all situations are intertwined.

If they were still those who had tasted it all,

(... overlooking, you're doing it. You've been watching me for a while. I can see it very well, even the microscopic, breathing and beating sounds of my fingertips. That's fine, don't miss everything to pop out the answer. The solution that doesn't come out in you alone may also be reached if you even use the other person's thoughts. Expand the possibilities. Increase the probability. Absolutely not. So -)

If he did all he could to create a battlefield,

"... wonderful"

That is certainly a battlefield, and it is fitting to preach war on this small board.

Alfred wasn't listening to the words that pompous and medlaut spilled. I don't have enough time to think. It doesn't give it to me, it doesn't give it to me. So I hurried. Turn your head at an unprecedented speed.

It doesn't deepen, it doesn't spread, it speeds up.

An unprecedented speed range. As the head gradually adapts and becomes accustomed to extra early fingering, there is room in the head. How to use that margin. Drag out the talent you had left, the part you didn't use because you didn't need it, and think.

Your power, your experience, your memory, your past. When there were few 'weapons', I saw a lot of them. I should have seen them and read what they wanted to do from every angle.

Now I got a lot of 'weapons' and I also got the technique of moving my opponent the way I want to.

I can beat it easier now. Stronger and weaker.

Take it off and regain your true 'self'.

pale shore. His gold continues to boast 'pieces' without being drunk by it. 'pieces' without shaking as you step into 'all', the world itself.

"... we lost"

Muscles that had not seen medlaut. For this moment, no doubt, he stood over himself. I don't think I'm an ordinary person, but I still think so when I put 'real' talent in front of me. I'm sure that's the difference that many were made to understand in front of giant stars.

A cliff of talent that will not be buried in your lifetime.

"Now, wow, that sounded good"

"Yeah. It was the best one. No complaints. Happy first victory."

"Me, you were narrowing your horizons."

"Shortest and fastest prefetch to see what happens to the flesh. That's convenient. Breaking the limits of the moment used here in a sword that incorporates minimal momentum. Of course it's strong. You didn't show it to me, but the staying together technique is probably awesome. But your strengths are different, aren't they? They're tools of thought, and you used them before. I intend to use it."

"Don't end up reading with one hand, look ahead, field of view"

"Yes. If you deepen everything, including your opponent's gaze, hand play, terrain, standing position, and physical occurrence, you can eject it absolutely closer than anyone else. Don't take it easy, fight as hard as you can. That way you can be stronger than anyone."

"If you're in the field of using this place,"

Alfred pointing to the temples.

Medraut laughs when he sees it.

"How'd it go? What race is a general?

"It was interesting. There are so many faces on the assumption that we have completed all the knowledge we all know. People who prioritize what they don't like even if they know they're bad guys, people who make their best hands extremely good, and then try to confuse them with words, heh heh, really, funny, that was good."

Alfred sleeps while sitting in a chair with "Gu" as it is.

Medraut stretches gently to make sure the opponent is asleep,

"Oh, oh, Shindo"

I vomited the fatigue I was sigging in.

"Shall we discern the king's vessel? Why would I have to identify the king of the Arcadia kingdom?"

Medraut turns her gaze of pity as she stares at the boy who sleeps easily and pleasantly. The king's vessel, what the king refers to, he has understood.

The inevitable future ahead.

"It's a pass. As one who manages this Garnia, the next champion is fine with this child. The wolf wasn't too bad, but if you look at this... it's not bad."

The King of Gold. I saw that tomorrow, one scale, earlier.

"... I wonder how you feel, William Lewius. You must have been the first to find this girl, the champion of our time."

Medraut of Britannia stands on a balcony that shoots in the morning sun. The golden morning burn dyes this magic castle beautifully. Same color as that boy.

Probably the color of the next era.

"One day, I'd like to ask you."

The word was swallowed by gold and vanished into the void.