Tower of Karma

"Ahn?

"... ah?

A pair of armored sleeves, a wolf and a lion who hadn't even fought properly.

Those two... met.

((... this guy))

I had a stare on my eyes, a talent that I shouldered.

Neither, there is an earlier looseness in that look.

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Sudden encounter. Fenris' rush stops slowly. Lionel's walk, too, stops. The two confronted each other loosely and slowly, but without any hesitation, stuffed the intermission. No pull on either side. They face each other very naturally and stare at each other.

Upper back, physique is won by Lionel. However, it is dangerous to judge the power you are enclosing solely by its appearance. Whether it's somewhat big or strong, it's natural...

"Don't look down, puppet stick."

"Ah? I didn't see it. It's about the dwarf."

"Bu, take a shit. I'm sure it won't change that much."

"It would be a big difference if you had a different head. - Cunt."

"Half a mistake. Correct me. Come on, silver hair."

I knew before I met him that the opposite would not fit, but I didn't think both sides would fit this far. Both think of themselves as the strongest on earth. At least, potential, stretch out, no one will be comparable to you if you become in your mid-twenties.

Comparable - I won't let you.

"Try it. If it arrives."

"Well, sweeten to your words"

Fenris' movement would be exactly a blow to the synagogue for those whose consciousness was pointing up there, a kick to the lower section. Weight movement in a natural and audacious downward direction, as if your height had shrunk. A powerful kick from where it is, if normal, cannot be dealt with.

"... crap"

Lionel glanced at the motion and stopped it later. I can slowly stop a kick behind my feet that I should have poked at by accident. A hindhand to humiliation for Fenris.

"... it's expensive."

"That's a cheap word, Cass"

Fenris slowly takes a distance backwards. With both hands on his hips, he took a forward leaning position like a four-legged beast, a wolf. Just the erection, I can see the fangs and the nails. To the atmosphere of rising, the people who were cheering had lost their voices.

It was Lionel who pulled the sword out first. He wouldn't mind the old days. He stuck to a charming battle from a sword-held hand slumped down, shouldered, or licked. For better or worse, that's the colour of gladiator Lionel.

Now he is - not a gladiator.

"You still look cheap, Cass Dog."

"Well, that's an unfortunate eye. I want to trade it for a cat around here."

Lionel's setup. It was a structure that imitated itself to the best user in imitation and learning in the best environment called Gallias.

"- I recommend it!

Boom. The sound of the wind ripping off heard late. Speed is strength, speed is power. An acceleration that resembles the strongest on earth, as if it were the strongest living copy of its kind. Those watching the game weren't the only ones who were stunned. Confronting Lionel also peels his eyes at the acceleration beyond imagination, the speed from zero to max. Alert was right.

Blade released from acceleration out of normal orbit. Fenris, who was the same double-swordsman as my father. No falsehood in previous reputation. The strongest pedigree is not Dada.

"I'm only confident in my eyes!

But so is Lionel. He is plucked out and dodged with two flashes, a reflex nerve that plotted through the first one to reach him, and a super-reaction.

Now, almost simultaneously, a second blow looms. From a collapsed position, a situation that everyone thought was over, he took that blow with his sword as a matter of course.

"Ha, unexpectedly -"

Distract the wolf's fangs so as to slip straight through the water.

"You're the kind of person who triumphs over small work. Sounds like a trinket."

Fenris laughed the sword with his nose. Expected a talent bump, but the opponent chose to avoid it and develop it successfully.

Fenris read Lionel as a weak nature.

"Are you stupid, Temee? If you don't want to die, feel comfortable."

Fenris finds out at the next moment that it was a big misunderstanding.

He took it to escape and managed to scratch it from an unfavourable position, which looked like it to Fenris. Both the surroundings and the participants watching in the faraway windings would have had the same idea.

I didn't know that was the one hand for the attack - I couldn't imagine.

While recirculating, the power of that sword further degrades your posture. It was no longer fixable, a posture that seemed so, but Lionel let it flatly turn from there to an attack. Moreover, using the recoil that was falling, that is, even using the Fenris sword, the impossible orbital sword strikes the wolf. To that degree of danger, the wolf remembered the war.

An unusual twist, the sword stretching from the lower section was so powerful, the speed was on it that I didn't think it was released from such a posture. I can't take it. Fenris judged aggressively and distracted himself and dodged. The more cuts are made on the tip of the nose, the more critical the timing.

Rionel strikes with a little surprise at the speed of that reaction, but does not return it to his will.

The torrents swirl. As turbulent currents push away all things, that sword avalanches into the wolf. The reception, like water. The attack, the torrents are like that.

"Nah, I see. You."

To the strength of the enemy, the wolf spills nature and laughter. A fiercely destructive sword. From a posture I thought had collapsed, Fenris was also forced to carry it back again with abnormal physical abilities. And accelerate at zero distance. Meetings don't just say "main expectations." The same grin lingers on Lionel's face.

A cloud of metal echoes through the city of El Touré.

Two talents meshed.

An uncomfortable and intense sound that trembles the eardrum. More and more, two get bigger. It's really the sword you're hitting, or they're letting it go, so much so that you don't know if they're the same person. Two talents were missing.

(Ha! It's a big deal to stay in the same speed range as me, Lionel Girarde)

(Reacts well. Like they said, don't compare to me. Everything)

Fast, strong, intense. Give me this far and I have no moves or shit. Faster, stronger wins. But neither of them can see the bottom.

More and more, despite the acceleration.

To an overly spectacular meeting, cheering is the only thing that does not lift up, but the beholder is distracted. Would there be a battle between the absolute strong, a thing that doesn't pop my mind when I see this? If there is, it must be fought against them. Only underpowered warriors.

"Oh, my God, these guys"

Lamberto was trembling. Through the enclosure aimed at the ace of the great Arcadia, I have continued to fight to show strength even though I have willingly collected more than five pieces of cloth. And I saw it. A real fight.

The clash of talents that I've ever had that makes me seem hilarious.

"... haha, you can win, hey"

Two more rising stars. Little stars disappearing in its shadow.

Talent is admiration and cruelty.

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As with time, there were many galleries gathered in the battle between Mira and Xena. The attack in the alley rose in armaments to Mira. So much so that Mira's mobility was unusual. Up, down, left, right, the earth. There was just too much difference between Mira, who could jump around the walls and move in three dimensions with Heaven, Earth, left, right, and Xena, where the orbit of the spear was limited in narrow places.

Therefore, rarely did Xena retreat, and now this is how she continued the battle in her travels under the heavens.

"If you do it, it's seriously good. Super fun!"

"Haha! Ta-noshi!

Here again, talent shows meshing.

The disease that comes from flexibility and the innate power that goes against appearance. Super power and super skill against appearance that comes from overwhelming body advantages. It doubles and returns instead of breaking even if you punch it in with all your strength. A woman away, rather than say, if she gets here, she's human away.

Two monsters laugh at each other beyond the gender walls.

Killing each other.

This much power, if you hit it whether you pull the blade or not, people will die easily. To them, there is no addition or subtraction. I'm not even calm enough to do an inch stop. It was so much fun to play with and the two of us didn't know who to engage with so much. So now I was floating with enthusiasm.

Still...

"" Huh!?

notice at about the same time. Ringing at the bottom of my stomach, the drain of power.

Two fevers, enough to cool in an instant.

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"What's that guy, he's super handsome!

"Leonie, that's what I'm saying every time I see a guy from earlier"

That's why I still don't have one of my fiancées.

"... I just don't want Nicolas to tell me"

"Unfortunately, I'm still hot. There's just no man who can make better money than me."

"Hmm, I have a lot of ideals, too."

"So that guy is Leonie's ideal?

To Elise's inquiry, Leonie roars "hmm" with a difficult face.

"This is always it, Leonie."

Leonie deludes herself with laughter when Otilia points out to her, "What?"

"Damn, you can't lose to such a soft man -"

"Huh, crap. Natural dishes, such as people flocking to the shining. I am radiant. You are not shining. [M] That's all. If you know what I mean, just give me the mark. Whatever happens to you, you only have a miserable ending. [M] Before the wound spreads,"

He was a flashy dressed man. Wearing gold and silver ornaments, this necklace is sprinkled with garnets on a large feather hat. White fur coats also attract attention.

"Nah!

A man's kung fu. Let's look at that. Flashy man.

"You're the one who's trying."

Pinch it with two fingers, shoot it through the side head with a good looking kick and stun it.

Exactly the difference in power between adults and children.

Yellow cheers pour on the man. The man responding to it with a smile was certainly handsome.

"Ahhh! Cool!"

"... Meeher."

Leonie and the rest of the women making a quick noise.

Leonie's friends are quiet things.

In the meantime, the face of the man who was smiling was suddenly frightened.

"... can you shine even where the sun doesn't shine at all"

What the man felt was a great stream that echoed from the bottom of the earth.

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Fenris and Lionel stopped the sword almost simultaneously.

It is too small a sign to call it an anomaly. But it echoed various things and was certainly sounding during El Touré. This is what two people are doing. The two of them could not even portray the unusual sight with their heads.

The strength I don't know echoes.

At the bottom of the earth, as it protrudes, the earth is pulsating.

"... is that his move? You're too big for that."

"Hey Lionel Girarde. It's nice to see you before me."

"Temeer must be wondering... what's going on down there?"

"Know what? Sure, it's great, but it's not fast. It doesn't make sense if you don't hit any big power."

"... the speed, you know?

"Ahn? Mm-hmm. You know even if you're slightly away. It's flashy."

Fenris' talent. It will be each other who can't see the bottom, but which has a deeper bottom? Better peek first, lose.

In that sense, Rionel knew a man whose direction was different, but who could not know the bottom as well. Because I became stronger to beat him.