Tower of Karma

Unprecedented enthusiasm rises in the capital, Etna, beneath a rushing sky.

"Ha, seriously, this event!

"Don't show me the gap, Lambert! You can't let Arcadia forces fall in here. Time to prove our martial arts!

"Hey, there's no gap!

The whole city is a battlefield. It was estimated that there were nearly a thousand participants in all this time. Dare I not even publish the number of participants, a form that narrows the information to the seizure of the cloth with the king's seal stamped on it. Do you intend to fight anyway without thinking about boredom? If you want to do the math backwards, do you want to find out for yourself?

Whatever you do, you can't win if you collect five pieces.

Whatever you do, you have to win.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey."

It is better to defeat the powerful in qualifying for anything than to defeat the main battle with unknown rules even. It is possible to chase down the powerful if even the less skilled join the party.

"It's Arcadia's Palomides! Everybody, don't get distracted!

"Then there's Lamberto."

"Oh, my God, you're a pain in the ass."

"I'm busy with you! Get knocked down now!

"Don't say anything unsolicited! I'm gonna bust you, Cora!

Lots of passives, this situation surrounded by a large number of participants if they were walking down the street looking for someone to fight against. By the way, Mira is acting differently "because I have business to do".

"We're gonna crush it from the lambert!

"Dropping it from the weak guy is a fixture!

Lambert to be targeted. But...

"Temeer and the others!

Play the opponent's weapon with a magnificent poke, skillfully move the sword before they say "ah-" and blur the opponent's cloth. I get cheers from around me for my gorgeous moves.

"Oh, that's so stupid"

"Then it's Palomides!

"Oh, you're..."

Dogon, the roar as if the rock had fallen. Those who were surrounded by the figure of a crushed warrior will be warred. "Black Gold" genealogy, Ostberg's blood is not constant. The soul of heavy infantry, black steel, is here.

His eyes, his standing, said so.

"When is it off?"

"Who's off?"

"I'll keep your back."

"... a little anxious"

"My brother drove you through the enclosure!?

"For once, I appreciate it. That said, I don't need any more handouts. As a warrior, he is here to test his arms. Then the handouts are silent."

"Aye. Your brother's in trouble. Ma, Tori Ma, would you like to clean up now?"

"Right. I came to fight the strong. There's no use for you!

Palomides and Lamberto.

Two young Arcadians of strength stand up against a large number of people.

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"Oh, it's so busy."

Warriors clashing all over the city. Those participating in the Olumpia qualifiers will wear cloth, a sign and a mark, in a visible place. This is the landmark, and things that are not are not seen as participants. Angelm, the qualifying supervisor, asked whether there were penalties for those who joined the war without putting this on, said, "Naturally. However, penalties and methods of surveillance cannot be taught," he blurred.

"That was a good response, Mr. Angelm said. That way, even without surveillance, the rules can't be easily broken. It's fairer if you don't even know if there's surveillance."

"Well, there's probably surveillance. It's the kind that doesn't seem as clueless as it looks."

Skoll, the representative of Valhall, wrapped a cloth around his ankle and was all mixed up in a crowd of spectators. Hattie, standing next to him, had a deep sigh. You're indispensable for your efforts at drilling, but for some reason you gave up on the nature of the scowl that's making you look out of hand in public.

"You don't seem motivated."

At least it's ironic.

"In fact, not really. It's just like Garias, you just have to let the strongest guy out. It's easier to understand that way, and I can make it easier."

Not effective at all.

"With this format, I think it would be easy to fill in any differences in strength"

"I'm talking about something, Hattie. No, seriously, I'm not joining you."

"That's what makes no sense. As far as I'm concerned...... that story would be good. Anyway, you are the representative of our Valhall, so stay active."

"Yes, yes, I'll connect you to the Prince in the end."

Scohl falls into the herd laughing naggingly. I guess the roots are serious and the job does exactly what he does, he's going to hunt people who think the same thing. Now the grand ones are the powerful or the shallow ones. The former wins without doing anything, and the latter falls.

However, the witty type can be troublesome depending on the rules. That's why Skoll wanted to make a mistake about the "same idea" guy.

Hattie sighs loudly "at all".

"I don't care which one wins, Skoll"

Standing Fenris is natural as a minister. But it wouldn't be the same to give up the win. Then there is nothing for both sides to gain.

A call that draws a line. It was a little Hattie that made me think it was a waste.

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Faster than anyone, more awkward than anyone else - speed is power.

"Back off, back off! Lady Fenris is on the street!

I am not willing to collect cluttered fish cloth. I came here yesterday to fight for Uemu, a few strong men. And I came to show you. your own excellence. To draw, I came to increase the value of a country called Valhor, led by a brilliant self.

"You're the son of that black wolf! Always."

"With that loser, you sorry cunt with me!

As he rushes through, he twists the blade that strikes him, twisting his body and slamming a kick in his face that exploits acceleration and twisting as it moves. Without a glance at the blowing man, Fenris searches for someone worthy of fighting. Eat them all and stand at the top.

I won't let you call me the son of a loser anymore. I won't let you call me a loser country.

"I'm the strongest!

The wolf runs. The unbroken losers lying on its heels.

The existence of a figure of strength is like a natural disaster by placing it in this rule.

"Fe -"

"Out of the way"

As you don't get through, you blow up the two in the middle of a fight, and you keep running away.

Irrational violence runs through the city of Etna.

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Mira was looking. Yesterday, at the end of the day, he showed up as a child tamer. There's nothing in particular I want to say to you when I see you, but for now, I was deciding to beat you to death until I cried. Then he pulls over to the Ealis and makes them bow their heads. Then you can go home. If I don't have a place, I've got a connection that I can just make for him.

Strength, too - I'm not willing to expose myself to anything like that again.

"... vainly wide. Tired -"

She's also another kind of monster. The remains of those who challenge them unknowingly roll down the aisle.

"Where are you, Aroo!

Mira screaming. The frustration hit an enemy rolling at her feet.

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Xena was looking. Yesterday, I showed up at the end of the day and now I want the thing the most. There's nothing in particular I want to say to you when I see you. Anyway, if I see you, I'll fight, fight, fight. And Xena wins, and she takes it home. And fight every day in El Reed.

Every time I dream of happiness like that...

"Hmm."

I feel better. Compared to the battlefield, which is the exchange of life, this is now an interesting thing. Comfortable. There's nothing wrong with the rest if you meet a strong enemy.

"Al, where are you?

Xena glances into the back alley.

"Where are you, Aroo!

Mira screaming.

"... hmm?

A question mark comes to Xena's head. I think I saw it somewhere. Faces, shades, but also a little thin - the moment I remember, Xena said,

"Yelena! Where's Alfred?!? Hurry up!

"Huh? Who are you?"

"It's Xena. Don't you remember?

"Big woman like you, once I saw her, I forgot to rob her forever."

The language is rampant, small if you look good, but not cute enough to take home. Rather, he hates it.

"Were you wrong? Sorry, Xena, I was so tiny I couldn't tell."

That's what Xena turned her back on Mira to leave the scene. Without any hesitation, Xena showed Mira her back. I'm not interested, its back speaks eloquently. I don't usually say a word, but I'm about to beat him down.

"I'm sorry, but I think I can help you."

Mira grabs Xena's arm.

It's not in Xena.

Unmade as it is, I just wave like a walker and walk around freely without anyone restraining me as usual. I couldn't do that.

"... that?

"Alfred's a blonde with blonde hair, isn't he? An idiot named Alexis. What kind of relationship do you have with him? Who's Yelena?

"Mm-hmm, Al's not, he's Xena's playmate. I promised Xena I'd play all the time if she won. Yelena is a little birdie. It's small and cute."

"... how old are you? First of all, I don't care if a person is a name at the moment, and I'm the only one who can toy with him. And who's Yelena?"

"Hands, you should let go. Hey, Xena, it's so puffy."

Xena put in a light effort. Except when waving the spear, give out the shard of the original force you are saving. Now the approximate opponent breaks.

That's all there's got to be to it.

"Ha!? No, it's not!

Still, Mira doesn't move. Even in the will, he antagonizes with one of the same arms. For Xena, equilibrium with little or no heterosexuality. Naturally my first experience in same-sex.

"I'm asking you about Alfred! Say it!

"If I can play with Xena, I'll tell you"

The moment Xena stretched her finger to the spear on her back, the spear twirled like a creature. Let go of your hand, Mira, evading. Xena became more alert when she said that this rate of reaction was still worth the surprise. Right after that, Xena finds out.

"I ask the other way around, can you play with me, you?

From an unbelievable position, a sharp blow is fired. I wouldn't even say it was unexpected until it was sent, but it was unimaginable that it could be turned into an attack.

"... Xena, I hate you."

"Bizarre encounter. I thought I didn't care."

Spears are erected by the giant genius Zena Sid Campeador. With his sword on his shoulder, he invites his' best 'daughter, Mira. Each other, they have no experience antagonizing same-sex opponents with talent.

"Haha, sorry if I die"

"Wow, that's awesome. You're not gonna die, I'm gonna win."

Two spark scattering geniuses. Undoubled spears collide with the sword of genius.

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Lionel Silarde left the spot after one absenteeism.

Countless warriors who fall down. The mighty are targeted. The easiest target would be this man who participates only by himself from the great power Garias. Everyone knows you're single and strong. That's why I'll knock you down in the qualifying round. That is reason.

"... where are you"

The monster looks like he's looking for something.

Seeking is a distinction from a former defeat.

I got stronger for it. Three and a half years that a man who had never made a decent effort or anything, worked with all his might. I think Lionel made it. The time has come to send back defeat when we have come as close as we can imagine.

"... then, monster"

The full monster, the silver lion, laughs furiously.

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Blind spears grabbed the place of the 'king' earlier than anyone else.

Compassion, naturally they will fight first. For 'The King', the technology that flows between them is the Tiger Child, and he should not want to spread it to the world too much. At least while I'm in a position to wave my sword myself - that's the 'king' position.

And "he"...

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Underground passage, one of the Tanes where the saints once performed a miracle. It was the only untouchable area within a city where redevelopment of St. Lawrence and Arkland is now continuing as mothers. The priests are strewn throughout the city in a passage for them alone to avert the onslaught of war.

The two stand on an increased and distorted stage every time they perish, are born, and repeat themselves.

"Hey Raul. Yesterday, I showed up earlier as a challenger than anyone else, and in honor of you, let's do this."

Alexis the Golden Knight, Alfred puts up his fist without pulling out the sword he raised on his hips.

"... thankful"

A pitch-black outfit. I guess I've transcended the training ground many times, it looks out of the ordinary track, but the atmosphere that it emits no longer even feels a lukewarm pressure on my life.

"Raul the Fist, come!

"Oh, let's do it"

Quiet, gentle, the two move out.

And it begins. Laurencia is originally a real battle between us, hard to see even in the real East.

Ouch, challenger, fistman Raul.