Tower of Karma

Alfred cuts off Ark's onslaught with one leg almost sealed. It was an extra leg to make up for the moves. At the tip of the sword, at the opponent's departure, anyway, the battle to conjure the tip of the plane and cut off the area of power. Form a reasonable battlefield.

"Gu."

Attack aggravated arc.

Attack as you take it, Alfred peering at the machine.

Alfred's receiving is a sword that resists considerable wear and tear on his opponent, but Ark continues to maintain the highest speed without stopping. Endurance is unusual. I don't think that's the old man's, but Alfred already kept it out of his mind when it came to Ark's age.

Alfred, who is regaining calm and maintaining super concentration, was finally regaining the relaxation of his mind to observe Arc himself.

(I'm squeezing my dying force. I understand the logic. But I'm not convinced. For the knights, it sure sounds like it, but why didn't you attack my bedtime? Honest in front of everyone because I can't tolerate it, like a knight at the end...... I don't like the point)

It doesn't sound like an arc. Even if I didn't know the bottom of his belly, I could see him traveling thoughtfully and with different thoughts. And there won't be any lies.

If there is no "lie" in this series of streams, it is not necessarily "truth."

True to love a knight. It is also true that we cannot tolerate the White Knight or our own path. Well, I felt it was fake that he risked his life to fight here for that, don't.

It's a long shot.

(This one that watches gets tired)

(Though Lord Alfred seems predominant)

An arc that lets you out of breath and still comes all the way.

Shura or the devil, the awesomeness of his expression made him gaze at the size of his readiness.

(I'm sure this guy won't stop until he's dead)

Alfred's heart shakes. Disturbance occurs in the atmosphere.

It's not an arc that can't spot it.

"Ask me if I'm ready for that!

"Phew."

Skilled twist. Now, it was a piece of paper.

I kill, I decide that, but I should have been ready, and even now that I'm concentrating, there's sweat on my hands. Other than fatigue, something was eroding the boy.

Actually, Alfred, I've already missed the 'machine' twice. Measures to cut through accumulated fatigue, wear and pain are also close to the limit. Ark is still coming at us as far as he can. And yet I don't poke the 'desk'. I mean, I can't get into the killing motion.

"Huh!?

"There's a gap!

third time. At this the ether is completely misty.

Pinch is a chance. Ark was aiming where the concentration had broken down without poking. Once again, Alfred is blown to the circle by rigidity.

Fatigue is also limited. It's time to make up your mind.

"Three times, you could have killed me."

"Huh!? Dear Apollonia,"

It was Apollonia who took Alfred.

"This is all I and my father know. Including the way you tell it. Warriors are clumsy. I can only describe 'true' in battle. One remains in an old knight. Why don't you eat him? Neither I nor Medraut, Father chose Sir"

Alfred felt that, for the first time, Apollonia's favor was accompanied by human blood. Clumsy, poorly expressed shit, that habit, doesn't look like it.

That is what warriors are all about.

A truly clumsy creature, Alfred thinks.

Even Alfred, who was confused if he told me so far, can understand.

And what we need to do.

"My father also realizes that I've been missed three times. Well, what do you think?

"... I know"

I'm not a man who would love to have his palms added. I know too much about warriors.

So...

"No, I don't understand. The knight Ark is angry, and beneath his mask he is sure to rejoice in the confusion of Sir, in the depth of his thoughts."

I decided to be ready, and yet Apollonia's words were deeper and deeper through my heart than any of them have ever been. Nothing is spoken out of his mouth. Absolutely zero.

Still, if there's a 'it' anywhere...

"There are no lies in the words spoken. I feel the same way again. The world is so hard for us warriors. Still, if you don't want to pierce the King's Road of Sir and Sir, you don't have to. There is one vertex, and another reason for the times to rise. Come on, conquer."

I can't help but draw on their thoughts.

"Koo."

Deeper, paler, farther...

"Have you finished your crappy public discourse?

"Yes, you are my benefactor, my signpost, my enemy."

Structure without strength. Point your cut straight at the arc.

with superb laughter.

"Gahaha! Not now! If so, die here!

Arc penetration. Like a flame that throws everything and burns it out in this instant.

"I'll finish it."

Alfred ran out of words before that.

Ark's sword looms. Special Cut. Alfred sees it at unprecedented depth. A world so deep that time prolongs and feels a second to ten seconds.

Taste all the moments. I've seen that trajectory many times.

Straight, intense, and then beautiful.

Alfred pokes his back fist at the point of reaching it, the extreme 'machine'. A faint crack at the foot, a force far smaller than usual, but this would suffice if it was completely controlled off. Fist through the belly of the falling sword, and the beautiful trajectory deviates.

And when that blade stood on the ground with the roar...

"... brilliant"

Alfred's poke was deep in Ark's chest and he stood poking.

The last hand is a one-handed poke that just stepped in.

Not strong, not fast. An inevitable and lethal blow, though.

"Do you have the one who cries with laughter, you fool"

Feel of meat in your hands. Like steel. Even the body. It's still not steel, it's just meat wherever you go. It ends so lightly.

What is a person's life.

"I made you, like my father, like my grandfather."

"... Laugh King. Strength is gone."

Too coarse, brittle.

"... arc,?

Alfred looks up at Ark's expression and complains.

There was black blood coming from one eye of the arc. Stab people with your sword, and there's no way you can bleed out of that place. Is' this' blood in the first place?

"Inheritance begins"

Ark had a complicated look on his face.

I feel sorry for you, I feel sorry for you, so...

"Whether you receive it or not, you are free. The next king, it is time for choice."

Hand placed on shoulder, faintly trembling.

"That's all I can do."

Something invades him the moment Ark opens his eyes and there are eyes with Alfred.

"Ah."

The boy's consciousness was interrupted there.

"Hey, what happened!?

"Here we go, the inheritance."

"... you're not dead."

"No matter. Either way, this child herself lives. as we talked about earlier."

Running over, Medraut held Alfred, unconscious, laying his own cloak on the ground and letting him sleep quietly. And turn your gaze again toward Ark.

"Sword, pull it out?

"No, if you pull it out, you'll die quicker. If I could, I'd like to see this child choose to die."

"Okay. Get a doctor! Let him live this mess for a little while longer."

"It's My Role"

Yelena, who looked stubborn, had already begun to prepare.

Medical sets (oversized) are also available.

"If you can afford it, let me hear it too"

"Mm-hmm. Because it's more disturbing that you were talking. Sir took care of me."

"Yeah. I feel like I've had two kids."

"... that would be too much to say"

"Men are full of idiots. But I envy you occasionally. We're going to start treatment."

"Oh, I left it to you. God forsake my hand. Just give me tomorrow."

"It's not heaven's destiny"

Hmm, and Yelena sniffing her nose.

"I'm the doctor who makes you do that."

Ark smiled at the words.

The future lies within them. Because now I know for sure what I knew from the beginning.

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Sea of Stars, Alfred is the only one floating.

I can't move my body. I don't feel the weight, I can't get my feet on the ground. Reach out. They wander the void without getting hooked on anything. I just drift quietly trying to scratch algae.

"Heh, it's really amazing. Is it just people who recognize me?"

One man standing in the void.

Burning bright red hair illuminates the darkness at night.

"Who are you?

With a full smile...

"Creator of this planet"

I said out of incomprehensibility.