Tower of Karma

Palomides is never blessed with stature.

"I see. Timing, huh?"

Well put, all-rounder, worse said, there's nowhere I've pushed through. Talent to stop there. All the time, I knew.

"It's a good place to put your strength. So I feel heavy. I feel a solid pile, but if I deflect him like this... unfortunately, Black Bowie, the attack is complete."

"So, what's up? Huh!

I'm not as good or genius as they say I am in the alley.

"I acknowledge the effort. Young but polite sword. Personally, I'm very fond of you, and if you're coming to Estado, let's welcome you. But as enemies, we don't have enough."

It wasn't until I met him that I thought of myself that way. The difference so much that the values collapsed, the encounter with the real thing that I had not yet known to add or subtract, changed me.

"I haven't even seen around. narrow field of view."

Pushed in with a shield, in the direction guided, the participants who were fighting together were falling, and Palomides was taken there feet and fell in. From what? To what?

My superior compatibility. That's why it's so painfully transmitted.

"Don't look at me like that, Bowie. Me, too. I can't give up, either."

All-rounder. Stacked, stacked, witty, tactical, finally top-notch using military methods. There are those who can be top notch without doing it that this world is unequal, and even though they are skipping me like that, there is salvation, but they are diligent in them.

Fighting at the top, because we're elevating each other - instead of being let go of catching up.

"I'm not ahead of you. So I took a different path. What does Bowie choose? Whatever you choose, regrets stick together, no matter what you choose. Life is tough and doesn't come to mind."

"I can't be an adult like you yet!

Palomides pierces his emotions into exfoliation.

Xeno looked at it with a full smile.

"Good bloodbath. Burn it, blood tide, push it through, youth!

I intercepted it.

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"Oh, no... stupid"

The king told me to try. A battle that came because I thought I had something to gain. Instead of the things I get, there was only despair. My battle power difference is just between adults and children.

Heavenly Lion also has no shaking whatsoever so that adults do not shake even if the two children twist together.

"Instead of the stuff you get from this, it's not even a fight"

A huge wall that stands in front of you. Claude at the auditorium knew. I thought that was top notch. But they accelerate even further in action. It was too different when I saw it.

"... I ran away from the spear, can't I even stand up to it"

I'm sure the king made a mistake. Hold on, give it up, he said.

It is a message addressed to himself, Ivan Bursiek, and he interprets it.

So what message does she have?

"Not yet, I won't give up!

She may then be inferior to her talent for her gender. A hard position, in a sense, that is too far to look up and can be done quite a bit to look down. But she won't give up. No matter how many times you break it, stand up and hold the sword.

"Still standing?"

"If you can stand, I'll stand. It would be natural!

"... I see. Only sexual roots can compete with the Knight King. A little, funny."

Just one step closer, a man called the Heavenly Lion can't stop trembling. The opponent, myself, is using a blade pulled toy. Still, this is all the pressure.

"And watch. My way of fighting is informative."

Intensely struggling enough to seem to pass out. An area where ordinary people can't even get in.

There, just the intruder showed up. A shadow gently entering the lion's territory.

"I was gonna keep it just to watch, but your moves, they're not funny"

Leap and land on two legs. But the marks of the cobblestone blowing away, the sight of a human being not likely to have just stepped down, represented the immeasurable power of the man who suddenly appeared.

"I see you were playing with the boy yesterday."

"Discover. Well, I'm going to lose and run back, but you've drawn me. Do you want me to study the cost of getting there?"

"It's also a facade to say study. You're gonna kill me, kid."

Raul the Spirit stands in front of the Heavenly Lion, Ulysses. Athena, who hadn't kept up with the sudden expansion, watched as she was stunned.

That's where Laurencia starts, a heterogeneous reward for her moves.

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There was a woman walking around eating stalls. White skin like snow, throwing it out without any light, with a large chest covered with almost a piece of cloth cut. The surrounding gaze, especially that of a man, is sucked naturally, but the person in question keeps eating without worrying.

On the second day of qualifying, the woman was motivated and enjoyed the meal when she could still go.

The incident took place in that. It was sometimes described as a hot and bitter 'south' climate for a woman, a frustration that had been deluded with delicious things. All of a sudden he got tangled up in a rough guy, and it exploded.

I'm glad you're grown up, whatever favor your own husband told you.

"I'll eat you, Boquete!

He rumbles around even after wielding his first cutlass (a curved sword) and getting rid of the swingers. I pulled the cloth they had, chopped it up, blew it up, and beat it to the ground.

"Ahhh, it's hot! That land was hotter, but it was too hot and the opposite was good. It's just frustrating heat right now. The corner man tried to calm down with a mesh... how can you drop it on me?!?

Non-standard length for women. Overall, it is well fleshed and heavily rested. Above all, the expression that was soothing with delicious things until earlier, is now Shura itself. The audience retreats, except for some of the rough words.

"Hey, what's this situation?"

And I was lucky enough to be here.

"What the hell! It's not a show!

Arcadia's line of young men. It was a team centered around Palom, the brother of Palomides. They've fought this far, taking advantage of their previous team play - but they come here and encounter the mysterious Murderer Warrior.

Simultaneously pulling out swords and taking a battle posture,

"Chin Mai. It's not a mutton fish!

Each and every one of them is crushed before a stormy and rough attack.

"Lose! Even I, Gunter's, inherit Ostberg's soul!

It was Palom who stopped it.

"Everybody, it's a temporary retreat. Let's rebuild our attitude. I'll take this man!

"Take it easy. You think I'm weak."

"I don't know. But I have a responsibility to win as many people as possible as Arcadia's representative. I'll leave the quality to my brothers, and I'll fix the quantity."

"I don't know what that means. What's it gonna be when the mutton wins? Do you think you can survive the disproportionate, powerless rowing out into the ocean? Fundamentally out of line, this is a sieve. Interpret the miscellaneous fish and select only the strong ones carefully. That's the rule. Really, noodles, miscellaneous fish."

"I'm not willing to lose!

Palom stood still. Same setup as my brother. Gunter's proudly packed sword shape.

"Are you really willing to win? My husband does a lot of ridiculous things, but I let him win them all. What do you say? Are you really willing to win it all!?

Palom finds out that the killing earlier was only a distraction.

The beast is imminent.

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"- I see. I work out well. It's an uncomparable level. You can also run out of moves. That's why I ask, what are you doing here?

Claude's spear twirls like a creature. Soft spear with no grasp. Yet it even combines destructiveness. I can't even feel comfortable with it or get a track modification. There was a big difference. This is the strength of a man who says to stand at the top with a spear.

"Exactly, strong"

Alfred is saddened that he didn't know anything about his brother, whom he was supposed to know well. Differences you can tell from him in the auditorium and him in the battle, because he's stronger. Even one of the miracles would be necessary to win this.

"Damn. The miracle is one more time."

"What are you talking about?

He said, "I'm going to use it."

It's a cloak that's annoying. Some of them were equipped with weapons of manipulation. It's all blade pulling and killing ability that's erasing it, but throwing even the pebbles that are falling around it in the first place can be a huge source of damage.

If so, weapons for throwing, even more dangerous if they are made of iron.

"I don't give a shit. Is that the fruit of your journey, Alpha?

However, many of the weapons that were bundled together and fired at the shortest possible speed are shot down by only one spear. This is the strongest corner flowered in spear Nedeluxe.

"It's just, it's a calamity!

"I know that too"

Alfred packing the distance. That's right, Alfred. The spear flies from the top of his eyelids.

A spear caught him as he threw his weapon through the gap.

"No, I don't understand. You'll see, there isn't."

Alfred's feet unnaturally snapped.

"Huh!?

It was to hide the weapon, but at the same time it was to not know what he was doing in his nostalgia. In addition, there was a desire to disrupt the other person's sense of distance, but that would not make sense to this level.

Anyway, Alfred's ambush was a success.

A cloak wound up in the aftermath of a collision. Among them was the appearance of tapping a short punch at almost zero distance into the tip of the spear. For a moment, Claude becomes illusory when it's reckless behavior. He misses the fact that his own spear is also a blade pulled offering, and his fist is protected by his hand. Because that and this had an unexpected response.

What did you do?

"Don't tell me."

Claude has supported an intense blow with one hand. Your right arm will be useless for a little while. I aimed. Counter. What was unexpected was its power. My own knowledge doesn't tell me how he created that power.

"This will be a battle"

"One left hand? Well, that's good. You're not the only one who's equal to the others. Fine, now you can fight without worries. Besides, I know enough already. You've grown stronger. But, you know, you can't beat Fenris or that level opponent. Unfortunately, that's your limit."

"... it's only through that that people will be attracted, right?

"You want someone to recognize you? So I'm trying to show my strength here."

"Yeah, on my royal road, because it's what I need."

"... I'm in too much a hurry. Even His Majesty wasn't in such a hurry. Even that guy ended up choosing a way to win without fighting the Wolf King. I'm sure you'll find it. There's a way to win without fighting. Why don't you try your best over there? And then it's not too late."

"It's late. Even at this moment, it's too late... how much sacrifice do you think people make? What the hell do you think we should do to save all of that? Do you see that?

"It's too arrogant to save them all. You can't be such a fool."

"That's where you stop thinking, so you don't make progress! I'm not giving up! Now, I still can't even see the way, but still, I'll let you get closer in my charge even one step. Let's try to build that foundation. That's all it takes to make it happen. Well, it doesn't matter how much time you have."

Alfred delivers his sword to the sheath. And I set it up.

"I now call myself Alexis Ray Albion. First name, last name, just taken from the hero of the story. But only middle names are different. This is what I inherited. I'm the only one in this land who's going to cut off, cut open, and name Ray."

The moment this structure is taken, the pressure of the atmosphere antagonizes Claude.

"My comrade, the stunt given to me by Warren Lewis, and inscribe it, Sanguishi!

A golden flame erupts. No shaking of any kind on that fighting spirit.

"... Seriously, are you going to win it out?

That's why I'm here.

I'm not ready. Claude deplores his own sweetness. Time raised him up big. Far beyond my own imagination, I grew up overgrown. I don't think Claude has his happiness on the road ahead.

His path can be seen as the path of his beloved benefactor.

Then that path will surely lead to misfortune.

"Sometimes I tell you that you should give up"

"I'm not gonna spill one more."

Dragon fangs roar. The golden light emitted it without cutting it off.

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"Ooh, I'm doing everything. The clash is close to me now. Unlike you guys."

At the end of the gaze Wolfe looked down, Fenris and Skoll were falling apart. I get up many times, I get knocked down many times, and still I can't even grab the hang of the victory.

"Ha, you're a little disappointed. My son, who was slapping me with a big mouth to this extent, is an idiot, and some of you really would have done that if you had a daylight."

Only Fenris is spreading remorse. Skoll shyly distracted himself. You can't win, they're both walled there. I could have eaten a little more if it were true. If it's these two, there's a little more...

"Ma, no. I'm playing with him. Qualifying, good luck, both of you. I'm not expecting that, so you can win it up to where you can."

Wolfe lightly cuts them off and approaches the newly emerged man. All this time, I've been wondering. Wolf can't grow up enough to miss this talent. It really makes me want to play.

(Oh, that's not good. I'm starting to look like El Sid.)

A chunk of talent, Lionel Girarde.

"You disappoint me."

"They told me to borrow my chest, but it doesn't suit me sexually. Take down Temeer. I'm the pinnacle."

"Nice, I'm young. Yeah, I got to go!

The culmination defines young talent. If we put our swords together, we can largely see how the superpower Garias has honed this talent and what he wants to do in the future.

The Wolf King indulges in Garias' secret weapon.