Tower of Karma

"Don't look. The other person is a human from another country, not to mention a grass man. I'd rather have fewer witnesses than fight them. No, you better not be here."

At the end of the sight blocked by the cloak of Athena, there was a sound of some iron mass crashing into it. After that, the disgusting squeaky sound overlaps with the sound of water spraying up. Many different sounds just imagine.

"For our king, you must be infinitely close to the exception. That's why I took the risk, but I chose to meet you."

"What are the risks to him from meeting us?"

"The situation now is the risk itself. There is no safe place except on the boulevard, in difficult places to discover, or with troublesome people"

"Why is Alfred being targeted? If you don't commit a crime, you can't get caught up in these people."

"... it will not be uncommon to conflict with another justice by doing justice. Even if not, do you need more reasons than people are good at killing people? It is still worth killing if it is in the interest of the enemy country, if it is threatened to harm its own country, even if it is a hostile force in the same country. the higher the value of the person."

The sound of the battle turns away one by one.

"What did Al do? Why are you so..."

"All sorts of things. And you got the 'power' that you shouldn't have in a single person's sphere. Just as far as they know, unacceptably powerful. On top of that, I can't even get the fame of winning this tournament. Our king is coming to this battle for a good miracle on the streets against the masses. But aside from this. Already the king has done a king miracle. If they knew about it, they wouldn't have done it."

Athena glanced toward them.

"I am responsible for sending you. Sooner or later, what the king did would be exposed under the day. Until then, please wait. Please refrain from prying and contact. That's for him."

One cape. What a long way from it.

We can't help ourselves right now - we can't reach it.

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Alfred was crushing his enemies in a flowing motion. Death by destroying soft areas, handless, precisely enemy steeples. Show strength to the hostile forces while reducing their own burdens.

He seemed to be lightly typing in, but with full control of the flow of force, he was maximizing effect with the smallest force.

Wear your belly, destroy your guts, and die. Twelve minutes to destroy the human body.

"Excellent. I have the talent of an assassin"

I could even afford to return a thank you for the irony from the assassin.

But...

But that's why this place is between kills.

arrows and a thousand bottles pouring down from Alfred's overhead. It was difficult, but Alfred's smile never swayed. He dodged as if all the landing points were visible and flexed off perfectly as he slipped straight through the ground.

"Brilliant."

From there, the assassin's knife approaches his throat without getting into his hair.

"It's an honor to compliment you."

From the hand that accompanies the hips, the pattern of the unleashed sword deflects the orbit of the knife hitting the assassin's wrist. A clever way to deal with it from brilliant avoidance behavior. It is not that taste that the assassin wraps his tongue around. It is a calm glimpse from a horribly quiet heart sound.

…………

"Single-handedly, it's impossible to break through alone. Why are you laughing at the desperate plight? The confusion seems clear. Although we can't see each other's faces."

Circumstances surrounded. An unspecified, invisible enemy. No matter how calm he is, there are limits to the power of the individual. Weapons, interests, everything is to his detriment.

And yet he's - why laugh?

"I'll tell you where you went wrong."

"... shaking is pointless"

"No, no, it's not a shake. I want about one person to pass away with an answer. That's all there is to it."

"... do something stupid"

"Arrow, you're not coming down."

"... ugh!?

"You guys work together, but you're supposed to be enemies. The situation that is shielding you is no reason not to shoot an arrow. Normally, I'd kill every single one of you."

It was a very quiet place. Dead spot with no crowd and no sound. If something happens, there must be one or two sounds of things. No, it is a normal measure, and we can also move around without putting it up.

In other words, if you have the same skills, if you are more than that, it is possible to form something without shards of sound. And if there's no next move...

"You've lost since the beginning."

"Spread out!

The people who were taking the top are unknown, but those who were netting down there are alive. The man told them. That this operation failed.

It's no use.

Alfred's grin is unshakeable.

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The black star had no sound and had pinned down the assassin. The pestles I used to take, they were quite the arms too, but even as assassins, the black stars were more superior.

"Wow, you're sleepy. I'm a nocturnal type."

Some of the assassins lying at their feet mixed up with their old colleagues. The black star, which is flat even killing it, was still a resident of darkness, I guess.

Face to face across the road of the building where the black star was, there was a man slamming gently in the middle of a whole bloodbath. It is a flashy costume, a large feather hat, an outfit that is roughly unlike this occasion, but the atmosphere smells somewhere shadowy.

"Ivan and Cress. People are rough."

Black Star probably only does the minimum amount of work required. He is only a collaborator and not a subordinate. I mean, I'm the only one who dares to fill the hole they left behind. It's bad in nature because I know and I make it.

"Go."

He wears a feather hat deep in his eyes and jumps out the opposite window from those with Alfred.

It was Ivan Bursiek and his business members who were waiting for the assassins who fled directly behind them.

It was them who had never fought before, but Ivan's small crossbow, with a continuous firing function, could handle them with ease if it was a supporting footing.

"Fire."

Arrows released without hesitation. Low power, but his legs to escape stopped altogether.

…………

One of the assassins shielded one of the dead and picked a way forward with an arrow. Indeed, that would have been the only way to go down this road. The archer is an amateur, if he gets close, he doesn't care.

"Choice is pointless."

If Ivan hadn't been here...

His spear pierced every corpse assassin. A blow wearing a throat whistle, twisting his neck across the corpse like it was a twist.

"You can't override a packed plate surface with a choice."

Crossbow, and Ivan's spear. If it was a wide road, there were livelihoods, but there was nothing we could do in this situation. Circumstances that cannot be moved forward or backward.

Ivan gives instructions to simulate again quietly.

The way is blocked by a black wall. Leading black steel is the man of emerald.

"It's an order not to miss a single one. I'm not asking you to forgive me."

The moment Cress pulls out her sword, the black iron wall behind her also pulls out her sword. The hostile's will was utterly frustrated by the atmosphere that was likely to crush him just face-to-face.

Do everything you can to your broken opponent. That was the courtesy of the samurai, and the fashion for them Ostberg warriors.

"Killing a treasure is boring."

"That said, my lady, it's not my husband's favor."

"Big Brother Yi proves that even if a pirate wields a sword on land, it won't be a lot. I don't like land. Good morning. I want to go back to the ocean with him."

"... I think my husband will stay on land."

"I get it! I didn't just say hope!

"My lady, my enemy."

"I'll take that too! Sons of bitches. It's boring to assault someone without words, but this is also my job. Kill him and claim the reward later. Ah, yeah."

It was in a crowd of muscular bones, and the woman had an unmistakable body. Skin as bright as snow, a look so fierce that it puts an end to its crunchiness.

The lives of the assassins who had fled were taken by the pirates without one remaining.

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"- Why, I'm ready to go this far"

"You think you chose between killing this place. That's the mistake. 'Cause you do, don't you? I'm the one who decided to head to that high ground today. There, it was also my choice to take a prominent woman. When you discovered it, you set this invisible alley abruptly, between kills. You already figured that out, didn't you?

"... from the beginning, you're saying this was between killings against us."

"Yes, you were going to take the lead and trap, but it was always me, not you. The first day, most of you didn't grab my place. On the second day, I was engaged to Mr. Claude. I switched with Orpheus on the way, but I should have lost sight of him after that. On the third and final day, you've finally eaten at the goal of showing a gap. From the rush, I lacked a little calmness"

"You think I met those girls as well as I thought?

"No, I just responded flexibly there. Without them, Athena would just have served as their replacement. And in the same place, doing the same little novel, this situation should have been settled in the same way"

For three days, the assassin grins bitterly at the fact that he was being danced. There was no winning eye from the edge. Because the enemy could even afford to disguise the gap.

"You're going to kill us all and cover up the facts, but if we don't all return, the danger will eventually be well known. You're going to live with more enemies."

"Exactly. The danger is the purpose of this one. Honestly, the 'power' I have is still small. I want to make this look a little bigger. That's why I let you guys use me. If you divulge one, you'll tell the truth, but if you kill them all, you won't divulge anything more than that fact, and you just have to guess from the results. People fear the unknown, don't they? Things you don't know look bigger than you need to. That's what I'm after."

Alfred suddenly entered the nostalgia of a moving assassin. He jerks off the arms of an assassin who launches an attack reflexively, almost at zero distance.

"Make our prices high. If the threat is too high, you'd be hesitant to give it away, wouldn't you? At least during this tournament."

Soon the earthquake legs had created holes worn into the earth. So the force born modifies direction as it flows upward, and everything converges on the protruding fist.

Goodbye, unknown man.

Destruction. The fist that stood near Mizochi destroyed the epidermis, the flesh, the gut, and the power of destruction reached the other side. Destruction of the upper and lower body to the point of a thousand cuts. With this skill, as a warrior, you make this out of luxurious flesh.

"Fuck, stuff, fuck!

There was still a grin sticking to Alfred's face, who took many lives and won. Unshaken, unshaken. The heartbeat was surprisingly quiet.

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A flashy dressed Dada man, Baldovino drives endlessly through narrow alleys on the roof. Doesn't suit a flashy appearance and shadows accompany noiseless movements. Cut off one, one more escaping assassin or special forces of the Kuniku.

And I cornered the last one at the end of the line.

"... Dear Suns. I didn't think you'd pull a bow on your country."

"Chus. Long time no see."

Baldovino also turned his sword without hesitation to his opponent, who was familiar with his face.

"I've never served Estado before. The former Lord is Master Jed. After his death, he was forced to do so, but in the end, Elvira chose the path to surrender herself to the course of time. Then again, there's no reason for me to be loyal or meaningful."

"Alfred von Arcadia. After all, was he willing to destroy the present Pacific, the peace? That's what changing the flow would mean."

"War or the Pacific, there's no arguing with you guys who talk at the poles. Some things are invisible just because they are fashionable. I don't know if I'll do that until Elvira's next."

"Jed Campeador's right arm, the Ross family of shadows. After all, you are just like the Lord."

"What do you know about him?"

A shadow appeared before the man and left.

"Those who are chosen in the times, those who are shed in the times, those who conquer the times, we have finally figured it out recently. Tell him what was missing. But it is also true that thanks to this, Estado was able to hold the absolute sun for half a century. What can you, who have benefited from it, say?"

An unspeakable neck rolled off. Without even looking back at it, Sans Ross, the man named Valdovino, disappeared into the bend.

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As dusk approached, guests from around the world were pushing against the newly built arena. If the VIP seats are filled, they will also be open to the public, but they are not yet at that stage. Until the sun goes down is the qualifying round, bring your mark to this venue after the sun goes down to break through the qualifying round.

In the middle of leading you from the high places things to the seats as a matter of priority.

"Dear El Sid, It's from Kike, but he said he hasn't received any information yet. Probably wiped out."

"... I guess. It seems strangely twitchy around, and it must really be total annihilation, too. It's a terrible story."

Other than ourselves, there was no one to stand out for, but those who looked around in the same way if we continued to observe. It is no surprise that some factions have information in them that is aimed at the same target and would like to know what happened to them, nor can they help to show faint finesse.

There are foxes and tanukis that I don't even serve for yawning.

"I was mismeasuring my power. Sorry, sir."

"Apologies, etc. That's a stone to measure its power. I just couldn't know the bottom because they were good at it. That would be all."

Both Zeno and Elvira had some anticipation of this result. That I just cracked people up to not get weird reckoning with not giving in.

However, the results of not leaking everything exceeded expectations.

"Also, times will move, Xeno"

"... Ha"

"Be prepared, as you should be"

"… Accepted"

Elvira made one choice to her heart. It was decided from the beginning. It's faster, it's slower, that's all.

Although it was a little melancholy for Zeno.

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"Liddy, you would have released the assassin to me in confidence"

"... No way. I'm just a brain. It moves on its own and so on."

"And failed"

"... it was pretty awesome, hey"

To see from what's going on around us, I guess I failed everywhere. The problem was handled the way it failed, perhaps all, without even missing one of the rats.

Plus...

"What about the body collection?

"Unfortunately, even you were hit first. Ivan Bursiek, I was taking that pawn lightly. With this El Touré, it still seems to have a lot of influence. Successfully used vigilante, clean and refreshing before destroying evidence anywhere."

"... a great failure not to be like you."

"Surprisingly. No, it's a blood muscle, Eleonora. Honestly, I'm shaking right now. The scariest thing he ever did was show a gap from time to time, even though he doesn't usually show it, and framed it with it. That way was troublesome. Even wary of gaps and suspicious ghosts because of that. This one rocks on its own. Poke it there, get hit. It should be noted that I will not know"

A white king laughing with his family nearby. Lydiane couldn't get a peek at the bottom of him. Still under that smile, I have no idea what the hell you're thinking. Whether that smile is real, fake, or indistinguishable - you can't tell.

"I've had a hunch since I showed up at the venue, but still, was it turned into something"

The sun goes down. Wait for the youth who will be among the winners who will appear more than this.

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Yulan was sprinkling with xels as he watched the contributions that a group belonging to the dark part of the vigilante had brought in large quantities. He asks me to show him my face later, but otherwise he says he can do whatever he wants.

I appreciate you letting the young doctors practice autopsy.

"Where did you come from?"

I guess it will mean more legal and approved devotion in this country than the vigilante has brought, but it is opaque as to how far Alfred is rooting for it, and if it is only end-of-the-life interaction, every trouble can come.

"Mr. Yulan! May I rose!?

"I want to study,"

"Mr. Yelena won't beat me."

"... uh, okay. He's dead anyway, and it's a shame we have to make the most of it."

After all, before intellectual curiosity, it was pointless, such as some trouble.

Young people, like those gathered in El Touré, in particular.