Tower of Karma

Palom to be pulverized by force. He was aiming for a sword as strong as his brother himself, so it was an out-of-the-box shock to defeat the woman. I considered Mira an exception, but it was actually my mistake, and I thought I might be weak, or so I thought.

"Though it broke. Who endured. Tighten your chest and die!

A woman's blow, Palom's recipient has no power.

I thought they were gonna crush me.

"Damn, why would I find all your pinches?"

It was Lambert, who belonged to the same country as Palom, who put a horizontal sword without a cross spear there. A strong thrust changes a woman's attack, its orbit.

"Bye. It's not like you're making tea."

"I'm my best friend's brother. If I abandon you, I'll wake up."

Lambert broken and in. There seems to be no sway in the setup, but Palom, who was helped, looks at the benefactor who helped him in a strange way. It is the usual structure. But somewhere I feel lighter than usual. And the smell - it smells a little like alcohol.

"And neither is it audacious or stupid?

The woman realizes that, too. Raggedy and Lamberto play the sword with laughter.

"The degree of awareness. I'm tough on booze."

"You're an idiot. I don't know if you intend to be strong, but did you think that the people of the sea were disturbed and unaware? I can't stop thinking that Akane just watered down a corner battle or even got drunk. Even weaker, the kid in the back has more liver to sit on. You're not a boring man, you."

"... boring, huh? You're absolutely right."

I can't even stand being on this battlefield. Too many great talents. Even now, we still have the talent to bump into each other, the talent to enhance each other. Truly God is unfair, and he is not chosen by any means.

Even if you try to cover it up with alcohol, rather, the weakness just stands out.

"Xing shredded. I'm not free enough to fight the dead. I'm looking for my husband. I wondered what a warrior was like in my own country, but it was a boring country."

"Huh? What are you talking about? Don't run away. Fight me!

"You want to lose and get easier? Or do you think I can beat you? Both of them, in contact, end with a good battle. There's nothing worse than dressing as a freak. It's bad chest shit, Boquete."

The woman walked away without looking back. Bottom of my heart, I have no interest in Lamberto right now. Probably someone who is quite befriended in strength. But I was foreseen to be weak in my heart. If this were Fenris or Lionel, perhaps Lamberto could not even get close.

Make excuses with alcohol, choose enemies with your intentions, and shape them even more dressed.

Too dull, Lamberto mocks herself.

"Thank you, Mr. Lamberto"

"Fine. All of it, she's right. Unlike your brother, I can't. I'm going to throw up. Ever since I got here. Try yourself, throw away the shame and the outside world, be half duped, and still, it's this difference! I was wondering if I could do it."

"I'm the same. Still, we can't give up. To eliminate any disparities at all and become a bridge connecting Old Ostberg to Arcadia"

Really, this brother has a strong heart. Lambert's unbridled strength.

"Right. At least your brother's okay. Really, it's amazing. He also broke the wall. Another step, my back kept away. I'm tired. And dressing up."

Lamberto begins walking with his sword. Without even gazing at Palom, he disappeared from the spot so as to escape.

The remaining paloms squeeze their palms tightly and vent their hearts.

"From me, you're one of them."

I want to cry about my weakness. I've always stood next to my brother.

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"Hey, why Sylvie!?

"What's the point of an immature winning out"

Sinking one representative of his hometown, Nedeluxe, Silvi stands with a face that does not float.

'Cause there's no way you're not gonna be representing me. "

"Is it Dion?... Was there any reason to let these kids out"

"There's no way Nedeluxe isn't going to make representations, is there? But I can't even let those kids out. That one was a necessary step for us, but from other countries it's only a scandal. If you unravel the presence of those children who suddenly appear, they will all realize that they are stretching their nets around them."

"... I know"

"There's next time. Probably. It won't be a problem if a child from the Academy is active there, and I'm prepared not to let him. Patience to the point."

"Even Ivan..."

"That's not what I'm saying. He decided to go his way."

The two leading Nederks ravage their cloth-handling with interest in public discourse. Five or so extraordinary spears were caught in the middle of this story.

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St. Gilberto von Osvalt, the sword that flickers and jumps through the fire of Xena and stands at the tip of my ear. I'm going to take an unexpected avoidance with a look that says it's nothing.

"Gap, Ari!

Before Mira slaughtered him, Gilberto was already gone.

"Immature"

Twirl over Mira's head, which has been slashed, as she stands against the fulcrum. They may have thought they were being played, confronted, but Gilberto has no such emotions or playfulness.

This is just the best way to take the back against Mira, who's highly mobile in vain. Cut off your legs with a lower kick where your consciousness is pointing up. A hand knife flashes on the neck muscle that lacks balance.

"Gu!?

Cut the consciousness and strip the cloth.

And...

Wake up, immature.

I eagled my head and forced it to awaken.

"You too. Why didn't you go after me now? Don't hold your hand."

Ghost of Wu, there is no emotion in his eyes.

"Come die willing. I'll kill you as many times as I can."

They appear in inorganic eyes that are neither warm nor cold. Another direction, its extremes, isolated from the strong that they think of.

The sharpness of the signs of zeroing alone made them feel cut off.

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Xeno had his eyes open in amazement. A fool's note, Odorabe. The timing seems off, but I don't mind messing with the change. Anyway, I kept putting on board everything I had cultivated in my auditorium, honestly, honestly. I didn't do anything special.

No matter how many times you are played or prevented, the strength to keep trying.

With the evil of giving up, he beat Xeno.

"I didn't expect to be torn by a bladed sword. I was prevented from being 'perfect' to this point, but still punched in several times. I find that foolishness amusing. I don't think I'm going to win through it, but I want to see how far I can get through that stupidity. At that point, my loss, huh?"

Every day of politics, politics and politics, if you think about it. I manage to secure a minimum amount of time for archery, but to say that even if I meant to be 'perfect' this way, it was no more 'perfect' than there was a slight discrepancy. Zeno recognises that he is no longer a samurai.

"It was a hot passage. Nice guy. Black Bowie."

"... Oh, thank you"

"It's a sign, take it. Don't forget your present temper. And follow the efforts that have been piling up. We humans can't give anything more than practice. Believe me, the weight of the stack."

Palomides receives enthusiasm from Zeno and awakens to bloodthirsty. The fever continued until later denied to the women and their brother that it was hot and painful.

"Still, you're hot, my enemy. Who's so obsessed? No, you deserve it. Because I'm a brother."

At the end of Zeno's gaze, a dragon was dancing with unprecedented calories. Force that has now become a huge difference. Still, as someone who lived his contemporaries, I knew he was now fighting with special thoughts. That's - the same thing with the other guy.

"... don't be a little jealous"

"Then archery, let's increase it, honey"

Soon a man laughed at the words of Kike, his brother and subordinate, who stood next to Zeno.

"Oh, right. I'm still too young to give up, too."

I am not a samurai now. But I would like to come back to the battlefield as a samurai one day. I was also born in Estado and was scorched by El Sid and Dino and others to hold my sword. The longing will not fade then. Live on the battlefield, die on the battlefield. Harshly, vividly, it doesn't change until you wish to change your position.

One day...

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Now Claude is on par with Ulysses and others, that is, a monster who is infinitely close to the apex. I fought for it in "Who I am now".

That would have been too much if it had been normal.

"It's a big move. If it was my first look, I might have sucked too. People using similar moves were on the last battlefield. I felt the same obsession as them."

"They taught me their stacked technology, so it's not similar, it's the same thing"

"Right. Good luck. Enough."

Looking down is Claude von Lewis.

Alfred Ray Arcadia is the one who folds up his knee. The moves piled up by a doomed country called Lucitania were defeated by Nederks spears. No, I guess it's not the superiority or the inferiority of the moves, but the superiority or the inferiority of the pieces.

"There's not enough in my path. If there's one person who can't laugh..."

Alfred really wanted to see Claude's moves now. In him in action and in him in archery, it's as if it were different as I thought. Rarely is there a case where he gets emotional and fights for real. Especially if it's my opponent, he won't be serious soon.

Of the man he loves, because he's his son.

That's why I just crossed a dangerous bridge to see.

"But I saw Brother Claude's moves."

And I saw it. Knowledge was collected. For - done.

"Thanks. And... sorry"

A spear approaching without sound. A word from Alfred. If you felt uncomfortable looking at the last look on your face, you might not have. It was so quiet, and there was silence all around the spear, the user-friendly man.

"Ku, get out of my way."

"You're in the way. At the end of the day, you will overwhelmingly defeat me. This leaves room for excuses. It would be unfortunate for everyone."

"What are you talking about!?

"This is the story. And then I just happened to be watching him. No shadows."

"Hey, don't rose. I've been erasing signs of good things."

A fist was piercing Claude's back. The man who punched in a fist caged with unusual destructive power quietly took a distance. A blow from an ambush. Besides, it is energetic.

"The rule only says null and void if no other than the participants gather the signs. There are no rules to seal collaborators. All the big countries were doing it, including gathering information, and the people around wisdom were moving for collaborators other than participants. Well, the latter seems to have been almost mistaken by a few mindfully. I use pawns I can use, too."

The cold air spilling from under the mask is like the beloved king of Claude himself.

"Wait, Alfred! I'm..."

"I've got this place, Black Star."

"Aye. Just one thing, I know who you're dealing with over here, but what's so good about this orph?

"Now that we have a common interest, please help me"

"I see. I don't know what logic works, but, well, if you say so, I guess so. Do you want to work?"

"Let the adults get away with it. A blow ahead, never light. An unpleasant sound, I still do. I'm sorry to bother you."

"I'm still in the middle of talking! Get out of the way!

Back that leaves without any hesitation. Unable to speak, unspeakable anxiety recruits into Claude's chest. Chase him, hit him once and take him home. We'll preach when we get back to Arcadia, and we'll go apologize together. I'm sure that man will forgive me.

If that man who saved himself from the bottom...

"No, no, no, no, no."

Also, I took it away.

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"You've been cruel, Xeno."

Zeno was called out by a mysterious man once he was about to return to his quarters after the battle with Palomides. The face cannot be seen by a very flashy outfit, a hat worn in the depths of his eyes, but either way there should have been no such flashy person in the acquaintance close enough to be summoned. The same is true of Kike, who has a strange look.

"To what extent?

"Well, I wonder who"

I don't get any memories of seeing a guy teasing me. It's a voice I've heard somewhere, but I don't remember anyone wearing any more signs. I still slip right through the side of it wondering if I'm a stranger.

The man - he had a dry grin without being slight.

"Insufficient archaeology. Completion far from perfect. Father, the name of the iron will cry."

"Whoa. That means you're wearing a sign, too, right? If so, I don't think you have a chance to know my father?

"I don't know. Sometimes in the world, impossible things happen. It is only by doing the impossible that it is real and light. You can't be a light, you can't be a shadow, you're powerless."

"I can't allow you to make fun of me."

"You immatures forgive me or not, but I'm telling you it doesn't matter!

Zeno and Kike opened their eyes in amazement.

Because the atmosphere emitted by the man in front of them was a nostalgic thing for them.

"In the rise of the immature, even more immature follow. Return the name of Campeador if you want to put your back on someone with that level of talent and that level of hard work. It's only a name for you."

"Are you kidding?"

The man shook his head quietly at Zeno's inquiry. With a grin.

"The man by that name is dead."

That's what I say. The man leaves. There's still a sense of sight in the way you walk.

"Amy."

"... hole in the rules. That's it, Alfred."

Eligibility to participate in the Games now floating in Zeno's head.

Nationality, regardless of sex, under thirty. The age verification shall be carried out on each country's identity card. That is the only condition.

In other words, if you insert an ID, you can fake everything. Whether or not, even if the elderly win, their country will only wear stigma.

But he serves one man, not the nation.

I still didn't have enough information to see what that meant there.