Tower of Karma

Winning, losing, winning or losing is constantly shaking. A single victory will never give you a rating. It is the first time that we have tried again and again to make sure that the scale is tilted. Medraut and Alfred also keep shaking again.

Shake and shake, and the balance remains unfixed today.

"... well, let's keep this for today"

"Hey, winning and running is cunning! Let me win and finish!

"I don't like it. This is my castle, right? I'm the rule."

"Gu, gu. How despicable."

"A compliment to the general."

Medraut to clean up pawns quickly. I don't show fatigue even at a time like this. He strives not to express weakness. Always constant during battles, when you are winning or losing, when it is easy or painful. The opponent, his ally, won't break even where he's not watching.

Naturally it won't collapse before you look at it.

"Speaking of which, are you trying to imitate your sister?

"Yes. Honestly, you're not aromatic. I'm going to leave it empty, but I just haven't thought about it, and I'm not pinning one thing."

(... don't you remember I was stepping in yesterday)

The frontier where my sister lost everything and reached. It is also the frontier where he strengthened a samurai named Apollonia and killed a hero named Apollonia. Ahead of concentration, a breakthrough separate from those beyond the flesh. I honestly can't decide for myself whether to give or not.

I just know Medraut. That the same generation of this boy will inherit the talent of a black wolf, just like ourselves. A monster's egg that also equips the talent of the Black Wolf with the 'strength' that will pass through the next era when the two queens beat it in.

Perhaps he could reach his peak in the mid-twenties, in Wu, with a tenth of Alfred's effort. In polar terms, creatures of that nature grow stronger as their bodies grow just by eating and sleeping.

If you think about it...

"I think people have their own way of focusing. I think people like me are more focused when they think about things. Of course, I can't say enough that it applies to you, and I've never gotten that far."

In the end, it makes me want to put my shoulder in.

One without talent as well. Medraut thinks it's a judge, a scratchy, ugly emotion while I'm at it. Still, I'm a person.

"Think about it. The opposite is true, but for some reason I pinned it."

He laughs bitterly that people are creatures who like and dislike them.

"There's only one thing you should know if you want to have the same frontier as your sister, but I don't think my sister has grown stronger. Hero, Apollonia of Arkland isn't that cheap. I'm afraid I can't show it to you, but that's all I can say. She got it and completely disqualified herself as a champion."

"... that's, but-"

"Try and see to convince. If you can use it, you should get it. We get more bills, right? But don't let them use you. If they swallow it, it's over."

That's all I want you to remember about the liver, the eyes of Medraut desire.

"... ok!

The beast of curiosity. There's no way I hear you say you stopped it. But knowing won't change your prudence when stepping in.

The rest depends on his judgment.

Besides...

(The frontier I saw yesterday was not the same as my sister's. I felt those signs, but I also combined the strong ones. How the hell am I supposed to judge that)

There is no judgment material in Medraut.

He wasn't willing to step in or in the first place. In those days, I didn't think I needed any more than I do now. Even if I protrude, the soldiers can't follow me. Unlike pawns, soldiers only make, and must not make, pre-tapped movements.

Well, on rare occasions, Lydiane and others were insensitive in trying to get the soldiers to reproduce the hand they came up with. Their responsiveness, which was forged with it, was truly brilliant, and they laughed at each other's men that they were going to cry when they thought of the struggle.

I guess the bigger the battlefield, the more important the advance preparation becomes, and its ultimate is the white knight who broke the rules from off the board. Then he still doesn't need it either.

Is that poison or medicine for him? Can it be a useless long object or a weapon?

It is a sight.

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One, Alfred, was sitting on the ground with his legs together in his room. It is the attitude that Yelena taught me with her breasts stretched that it was a way of concentrating taught by her mother. There is no reason for Alfred or Yelena to know now, but it was a 'yoga' and 'zazen' attitude that can also be conveyed to Eastern religions. It was now considered an orthodox method for the experimental powers of the late magic era to come to 'enlightenment' because of their artificial creation of 'wizards'.

However, the research was abandoned and both the philosophies disappeared. All that remained was picked up by those who were leftovers of the great kingdom, and by the religionists of the East.

The real thing is less than the whole world. Less - but not zero.

And this was the right attitude if it was to come to all.

"Huh."

Alfred takes a deep breath and narrows his eyes. At first, he was meditating on his eyes, but Apollonia was not meditating on his eyes, and after much thought and thought about what it would be like to meditate on his eyes in action, he gave an indecisive answer to halve them.

(Yeah, not bad)

The scenery is thin and blurred, and the boundaries between the world and myself blur.

"Koh."

Small, spinning breath.

So far, as always, from here marks the true opposite of Apollonia.

Shallow, starting to draw in my head with my little breath was Strachez, who has been pointing as foolishly at me the last few days. The other person's assumption is himself. On a smaller plate, turning ourselves against ourselves, into a battlefield so diverse that we don't think we are one another just because we've changed the type of battle.

(Come on, come on)

One plate surface. Seriously pointing to it, in his head he increased the plate surface. The load jumps all at once. But it didn't stop.

A plate surface that keeps increasing in my head with more, more. Three, four, five. Dimensions are different from what I was doing in Garias. That was the type of war, the tactics were sophisticated, but the fingers themselves were mostly sublime. Now I really stand by myself.

As one, there is no same battlefield.

The load gets extreme. My head is about to burn.

Blurred vision. It is no longer equal to suicide, violence of thought.

Six, seven, eight...

I would have stopped here if I had been myself once. I never imagined anything more. But there is one in this world. While I'm serious, the monsters have the talent and effort to devour me. I was really happy.

For Alfred, meeting him was salvation.

Nine, ten.

A pawn sound ringing in my head. Awesome continuous sound. Hands, don't stop. It's suicide and masturbation. Meaningless thinking. There's no point in this fight.

Eleven, twelve, thirteen.

It really doesn't make any sense.

Fourteen, fifteen...

A series of meaningless thoughts. Pawn sounds, continuous sounds overlap and melt together.

Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen...

Overheating. Unlike flesh, though, the head boils in joy as it screams. Yeah, he finally got to know himself. You found yourself.

Nineteen...

I touched myself.

Twenty.

I was there.

All heavenly ethereal world. Alfred stands where he is. I don't even question why I'm standing in the sky without scaffolding.

People have no doubts about standing. People don't question the motion of walking. With wings, you won't have any doubts about flying either.

This is the same thing again.

So keep the door in front of you that stands on the sky. Note that the presence of Alfred pushes it open without questioning one thing at a time.

Anticipating what lies ahead...

(Water, river, maybe?

Something exactly like myself was flowing near my ankle, neither cold nor warm at the end of the door. I can't see the door anymore. We just have to move on. I think we should move on.

The face on the water is frail and looks like he wants to escape.

One step further, it was found to have reached a slight depth.

The boundaries between myself and the world shake.

But do we need such an ugly, weak 'self'? I always thought. Why can't the world just be as beautiful as those days in the North that loved everything? I liked my father. I liked my mother.

Everyone liked it.

I liked it.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh"

But behind that, my father and mother had an incomprehensible relationship. Maybe it's love. It could be beautiful in a way. But I don't have myself there.

Elise, Marianne, and Claude loved my father, and Hilda loved my mother because she loved her. I'm not loved by anyone.

A beautiful world breaks and the only person stands in a void.

Somebody, love me.

It's my ugliness on the water. Nicola could make money. Maybe she just liked me. Charlotte is royal to me. Yelena, how can she make me look so ugly, unsure, and just an egoist because she wants to be loved?

Fulfilled, do you really love me?

'Cause you will. If you really love me, why don't you throw me a dream and come with me? So...

"If that's all right with you. Nothing."

Warriors of the Iron Country. It was in me, turbidity.

"Isn't that good? You can throw it all away and you can swing it. You can run, you should run. You're wrong to push it all on one human being."

Your name is - woohoo, yeah, Aloyzius Roche. And...

Many names running around in my head.

"What, you're not running away?

"I'm sorry. I'm a liar. That sounded like it, didn't it?

"Haha, King of the Dodo, huh? I'll see how far we can go."

"Oh, enjoy it fully. Never bore me. My King's Road is called a comedy!

In merging into the world, I am established. There is an indelible soul, a thing to bear. For the world they were a small turbidity that could be ignored, but for Alfred it was a life-changing encounter, a sacrifice.

So you can't run away.

"If you're gonna fall on me, I'll use you, world wi!

Let the boy kick the world.

And the melting can be solved.

"Gah!? Ha! Ha! Ha!?"

My vision, my senses, came back all at once in the boy.

Enough to forget to breathe, enough to even forget to live, a frontier. Alfred had to check with his touch that he was there.

I'm here.

"Ha, ha, shit, that's what I mean. Damn it. Shit, I stepped in too much. If I'd stepped in more, I might not have."

It was shallow water. That's it. If I'm strong, as long as I'm still a person, I probably can't resist it. Someday, I'll be swallowed. Perhaps a person's death is one in which he or she merges with the world before his or her body stops functioning.

"... I guess I can't use it a lot. Even in the shallow waters, little by little, we move on. Getting into depth. A firm self, how far this mask can stand, woohoo, make ahead, not the way of people. I'm not gonna be a person anymore."

Great risk. In a sense, more risky than the path of the beast.

Is it something that those who can step in must have absolute confidence in themselves? Or those who wish to blend together? At least not a regular person. Alfred wasn't so sure of himself that he was ready to lie and go to depth, not a real hope.

You can't have it. My weakness, now, I tasted it to death.

"But I just have to use it. My own reasoning is, I grabbed the way in. All you have to do is use it so it doesn't get used, huh? That must be the hardest part."

Well, Alfred thinks.

With what thoughts did Apollonia step in there, I wonder. I don't think I need it. She herself is throwing away her sword. If so, and about to step in, Alfred cut up his thoughts. It would be an evil push, an impeccable extreme.

Because she has hers, she has her own wounds.

Thanks to that wound, you don't have to run.

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Apollonia quietly opens her eyes.

"... that's it"

Pale, clear, empty eyes tell Ark the answer. As a result of her choices, she wanted to die while she lived, and at the same time she had to think and live of her men who had sacrificed themselves, wings who suffered in that narrow space.

Now I might have been happier scattered gloriously.

"I guess that kid, like me, doesn't have very strong roots. But I enjoyed it. Far deeper than those who reach nature in the martial arts. From the abyss it is shallow."

"Is it not melting in the world?"

"I called, but..."

"... then fine. Not omnipotent with my eyes. It's not strange if he did, just as Sir didn't know he would. Because there is no mistake in being alive forever. Just the difference between the individual and all."

You know me well.

"The fairy tale has been looked into all the way. Because it also involves my eyes. I'll talk to Medraut when he gets here. There's no hurry."

"Oh, you're right. Time is so distracting."

Her hope is not on this earth. It turns out and keeps living for no reason, of course, what a duty it is to reign as the guardian of Garnia, and perhaps the day of exercising that power, is unlikely in her life.

Either way, Medraut is better off as a general at this point. There is no such thing as standing on your feet. Really, desperate nothingness.

"... can't you forgive me?

"... hatred is no longer even mine"

"… is it so"

This wasn't supposed to happen. How many times would I have thought that?

"That child has gained strength. Would use it well as a tool. But the Ethereal Realm can make one ten, but it cannot make zero one. If the reaction, even if you prepend the wolf's movements and cut them out, is a speed difference that the responder can't make it, you can't win."

"Follow me everywhere, the difference in talent"

"How far can you bury it? I can't see anything. If I could see that answer, whoo-hoo, that might be a little heartbreaking. Because it was what I wanted."

past form. It is already the third in the difference in talent, and the other side of the shore, such as despair drawn down below it. All that remains of her is the wound attached by the loyalty of her men, that is all. That's all I would have done if I had apologized for her.

"The samurai don't realize it. I'm not aware of it. Isolated areas, depths long past where they can be paired with individuals. What you can recognize is me and Kensei in Laurencia, a young samurai and an old samurai who came from the East. That will be all."

Realms that melt into the world and disappear.

It's not a metaphor, it disappears. If the contours of self disappear and the boundaries with the world disappear, there is no longer a chance that there may be individuals there.

It is like dripping a grain of water droplets into a sea called the world.

He got there. It's come to that. to a level where hazards can be perceived.

Apollonia thought he was just a little interested in how he was going to hang out with this power. After knowing the doom that lurks in the end of enlightenment...