Tower of Karma

Lionel was in a mood that seemed dazzling with intense feelings. Too violent, too lonely, one at the top of the martial arts. I am the culmination.

The man who said Wolfe was talking about it all over his body.

"I'm the strongest."

I usually looked at it slowly before it moved. Because I was still able to afford it and in time. That's the kind of thing that leaves out the perimeter lag that's desperately running. I thought that was good at the time when I was a frog in the well. The best of the small world, it would also be a splendid culmination.

But one encounter ended a small culmination. The little world fell apart, and the proud self fell to the earth. It was the first step towards a new world at the same time as falling from the top. That defeat, he thinks, was something that Lionel would never speak of, but needed.

(I mean, if I hadn't gotten stronger, the minute I met this guy, he'd be killing me!

Blade pulled weapon. That said, it is a chunk of iron, and it is impossible to continue the fight wherever it strikes if you wield it with his power.

Violence that crushes, whether it is by hand or foot, or behind the foot.

"Fuck, that's it!

I'm reacting with all my strength, and I'm concentrating best. Still, it's only better if it's done in the back. If you do poorly, you could be crushed for being late around.

"That's good, that's good. Good response. More sharpened. Not yet, you're not at the bottom!

Rionel came to terms with why Wolf and his son were not close. This guy is fundamentally shitty at teaching people. The more I expect, the more ahead I seek beyond my limits. Besides, it's bad in nature because it threatens to update the moment, the moment, the self best.

Die if you can. That's what the sword said.

(Just that this guy is a douchebag, but a little, I see him)

My own martial arts that I am forced to pull out and likely to be forced to awaken. I can see it getting sharper and sharper. Points to take, points to crush, they start to look more than usual.

"Ha ha, dude, let's do more, old man. Sounds great right now."

"... it's your brother Olah!

Avoid, unavailable. Received, uncut and blowing Lionel. Just one word, old man, and you can shake your emotions off. Wolfe's sadness. I told you I wasn't young anymore.

"Damn, we can still do this. Me!

"It's obvious, bogus! You're treating people like old men, and you're gonna blow them up! Ready or not, you fucking kid!

"Well, how much do you care?"

This is what happens when you get a little serious, even now that you have the best concentration, and a new door opening. The difference is - huge.

It's not too much to bury right now.

"Right now, right? Maybe I'll have to bury it here for the rest of my life."

"Whoa, I knew it was good for you. I know exactly what it is. Tell my foolishness, too. If you wait, you'll just rot. Even in times when there is little in action. Don't stretch in a place like this, when will you stretch? Nah, Lionel!

Rionel had reached a level where he could also cross with the apex of Gallias in archaeology. I just don't have much experience in action. In the field of actual battle, perhaps the king's left and right had originally lost to Banjaman and Adan as well. Now, you can win.

Yes, here, you get the feeling you can only get with death. If you are a monster who drifts a fierce death odor and cuts people off with a stick of iron, you will gain more experience than in action. The battlefield ban on once wound slaves, the simultaneous outbreak of the great showdown between Estado and Nederks. So it was Claude who grew up and became the key man in the final showdown, and now he's at a level close to the top.

Quantity matters, but quality matters more.

Because a single victory, a defeat, makes a man a lion or a cat.

"You know, Fenris. Fighting, they're selling it."

"Ugh, I know!

"Don't incite me like that, Hattie. I can't..."

"I guess it's not another HR. You're sold too, fight."

"No, actually, you can't. That Lionel thing is amazing. I've been following you a lot."

"I don't even think it makes a difference between you two that much. After all, it's just the difference between freaking out or not. For us His Majesty is the strongest being, the one against whom we will never win. But stay put. Okay, it's not, Fenris."

"Naturally. I'm gonna beat that son of a bitch!

"Then stand up and win on this occasion now. I don't want to go under a man who can't do that."

"Superior, Ola! I'll spend the rest of my life jawing Temeer!

Fenris stood up and, for a moment, let it go, but moved on. Look only at the front, its gaze straight through its strongest father, its throat.

"Oh, here you come, fool."

"I'll kill you! And get out of my way, puppet stick!

"Huh? Die, you fucking wanker"

Fenris is also added, and the one-on-two, no, one-on-one battle begins.

"Why don't you go away, too?

"... hey"

There is a sharp killer in Skoll's eyes. This matter touches his scales. Hattie, who is synchronized, dared step in, knowing it.

"It's splendid to have come this far in a direction that has no talent, effort. If I were in your shoes, I would have lived with extra talent. Now, you are the general of one country because of your mother's education. Still, I want you to take advantage of that talent. Ever since I met you, ever since I gave up my path to life with my sword."

"... Hattie"

Hattie's sword is never mediocre.

Outstanding, it was exactly the right thing to call it. Number two in sync. Excellent enough to be too good, but the person placed the sword flat. I didn't throw it away any more than I would be a general, but I didn't actively try to hold the sword.

Until now, Skoll thought it was because he wasn't obsessed with the sword.

"Valhall thinks whoever wins can. Fenris or you. Make yourself comfortable. If you don't, I don't know what I chose for. Don't you think I'm stupid to believe you're so genius that you can't beat him?"

"... can I just say this?"

"What?

"If you were a woman, you'd have signed up for marriage."

"... kidding over this period"

"Well, I'm not sure, but I'm coming."

Skole put her hair up and put her temper on.

It's the same for both of us who thought we couldn't win. For Skoll, he was the only one whose efforts didn't work. Differences that will not be filled no matter how much you focus on academics. I couldn't win anyway using the military law, the military technique, and the head.

When Fenris pulled Hattie out, Skoll was just a little relieved. Someone my mother told me to try, but I didn't get it. I can legally distance myself. It's the sea over there, I'm land. I don't need to suffer from inferiority and impatience anymore.

That's what I thought.

Shamed himself, Skoll grinned at the cleanliness of his well-chosen contemporaries.

"Oh Bag, I got a good body, but that doesn't seem like it... I'll choose, me too"

A general who can also use his head. But I'll leave the big picture to the guy who can really do it.

The bloodline of fools tried so hard to get better there. And then - hone your strongest talents.

"Your Majesty, can I have it mixed up, too?

"Don't strip your teeth while asking questions! Good, call me! All right, Brother Wolfe, I'm serious. Don't die, Temeera!

So hot that the earth is about to boil. The atmosphere released from Wolf represented a true monster who had eaten in the fierce sun. The earth shakes, the heavens blast.

Ten percent of the strongest, young talents.

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"You smell strong."

"... he told me to wait here."

"I take no one's restraint! Live as you please, die as you please!

Little by little people were gathering in what was once called the Iron Country. There is an impending deadline for a man to hit. That's sparse, but it does come.

There was a little hustle and bustle in the corner of it.

"What are you doing?

"Lord Warren. I'm sorry. The princess is starting to waste it, and Dimyart is keeping it, but I thought it was probably pointless."

"You can do whatever you want. I'm not one of those guys yet, including me. It's only a wish, and I don't have to ask. The power relationship is all the more so because you're better off."

"... but wasn't he going to keep it a secret?

"I don't know. I'm not even interested. For a blacksmith, I don't care outside the field"

That's what I said. As Warren tried to walk away, a little girl stuck to her back from behind. A disappointing little hand grabs the clothes.

"Do it with Warren, make my sword. It's about time!

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"The princess wants me to make a sword. Same thing as that guy."

"... tell him I can't do that"

"Probably, though, I'll ram you on the back"

"That's a pair of swords. Yin Yang, Opposite Pole, Same and None. I can make similar swords, but I can't make the same ones as those. Even if they told me to wake you up again, I'd come out. I'm sorry."

'What are you saying?

"... I can't make it,"

"Nah! My orders... '

The furious girl peered at the side of the man and caught the word.

'Good, it's my whim. We're going that way more than that. The strong must be seen. "

'I won't. It will be a nuisance for Master Alfred'

"Be! I'll go, why be annoying!?

"Oh, it is."

"And isn't there that disrespectfully nasty fucking fat bitch either? No way, you're not staying over there, are you? I didn't know that in the first place. But the head of the Pirates is my daughter, and this I'm standing in line, and so on!

"Don't insult them as pirates."

"Shut up, Dimmyart! Stay back, loser! Let Rosetta know. I, over there, back and forth. Yes, reply!

"" I know. ""

"Uhm, well done. I'll take care of the journey. It's time for a nap."

A girl who falls asleep on Warren's back all the time. He was a sleeping face unlike the girl who had been crying out loud earlier. Put it to sleep and all the kids are adorable.

Second, Warren remembers. Only once, what I've done with my child on my back. Memories far from being able to plunder now.

It's even hard to recall on your old self.

There was a smoking flame in me like that. All of them put themselves into that sword, both life and emotion. There's nothing left for me anymore.

"It's the last Ray. Fight fully. Whether the sword fulfills the petition or not, do as you please. I poured everything out at the end. I could squeeze it. That's enough."

Words of doomed nations. In another decade or twenty years, no one will use it. Spoken words originating in Garias are logical and beautiful. Once influxed, it's the thing that says language that doesn't stop. Any of the letters might even be unified in Laurencia.

Times flow. With a new breeze...