Tower of Karma

Fenris isn't the only one. All the venues were amazed.

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Even Alfred, who has remained calm so far, breathes into that unusual sight. I couldn't let myself get that one out. Um, the mystery of Claude von Lewis, the Ryuno type, which is called the hardest of the moulds transmitted to Nederks spear users.

Moreover, among them is the move to continue to take the heavenly position that was considered illusory - this is it.

"Wow wow!"

Use your opponent's attacks to keep your head in the air. If the opponent doesn't like it, slap him from the top and use interception or reception to float his body in the direction he hates.

It takes an unusual amount of power to make it happen only by its own power. If that's all you have in the first place, it's usually faster to shake it and slap it from the top. One-on-one was a move that no one would even try to get to know because it stood out meaninglessly on many versus many battlefields.

"Ha, ha, this is surprisingly annoying!

They keep taking the top, and the attack just has to go up from the bottom no matter how. It couldn't be easier for Fenris to be in a situation where he had no experience and where he kept being asked to use all the powers he didn't normally use. I can laugh zero. A moment's passing disappointment, full of joy.

"At this point, let's do it!

"Gwowow!"

Lambert screaming in response and all. That desperate expression had told me that it was difficult to continue this situation. Still, he will continue to do his best to stay dead.

Until we find a way out.

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"Crowood!"

Furious Silvi. Surprising Dion with a flashing look. Claude fleeing from there. But it turns around. Claude can only distract his gaze before Sylvie, who snorts roughly and angrily.

"What are you ungrateful to say about selling Nederks', proud moves to Arcadia! I'm disappointed in you! Besides, if you're a spear man, you can't even say you're a swordsman yet! Now get your neck out. Cut him off!

"It's good, it's not less!

"That won't decrease... but it's a Ryuno type."

"None of us in Nederks can do that in action. Great move. But it's a sword. Not with a sword! Why don't you tell me the spear, Clovodo!

"In the end, isn't that where Temeye's boiling point is, spear fool!

"Even spears versus spears are established and hard moves. In any case, the other person requires some strength, and it still doesn't come to pass if the two are not antagonized at a high level in the first place. It's a little surprising to establish that with a sword, but also in action. Honestly, I was underestimating his level."

"... no, I've never had that situation settled in practice with me. The sword is too hard to play with. Anyway, if you're as special as Mr. Malthus, we weren't enough at all. There were times when you couldn't afford to do anything about it."

"Then why is it established! Besides, if that's the case, I should have let you use a spear. That poke, very spearheaded. That's why it's a waste."

Silvi watches the precious and extreme offense while remaining calm.

"It's his obsession. He's the Zebalt of the Sword."

"... Zebalt? That old hawk's, oh, is that what you're saying? Then I won't say anything. So, what's the other question?

"Why does it look great? Damn, assuming I never let him do it, but if you use a spear, he can do it too. He was talented and worked hard. But the fact that it's made of swords means there are other factors besides him. I told you, he's different."

"... with the power of the other person. I see."

Dion nodded in the way he said he was good at it. Sylvie nods sadly again, "Oh," and keeps pushing.

For in all life, the wall of talent is cruel and merciless.

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Lamberto understood from the beginning. I tried to win because of the difference in experience I was accustomed to fighting up and down, but I didn't expect the move to be complete in the first place. I punched in from above, bounced back, got it right.

Fenris Gunk Strider says he's pushing through in everything. The power that established the move, the speed with which you had to rely on the move, and the battle sense that you're already adapting to up and down offense, it's all superb.

It's good for me to take heaven, but I can't win.

"Hah! You can't loosen it, Oi. More, more!

He understood by instinct. This move is a good opportunity when the opponent collapses due to loosening. Wear loose from heaven. Advantage continues to prevail at the time of its establishment, until it falls to the earth. So this distorted sight is created. A structure called Fenris that keeps launching from all positions with a lambert dancing in the universe. Too, distortion.

Bear the advantage and lose. Win without being disadvantaged.

(Damn, and the power's up!

The float is getting bigger. Thank you for establishing the move, but for making room for them, it's actually a dangerous situation. Otherwise, if you don't stick around, they'll hit you on the run, and the move's over.

(... well, this guy won't run away)

Lamberto understood quietly. In heaven, there is no way.

Plus, float. Fenris takes a step, just pull and the move is over. I guess he also understands that. He was looking at what to do, what to do, what to do. In a way, it's not a bad idea to lose out on moves, but...

(You can't hurt the borrower any more.)

In the next collision, I dared Lambert to strike in the opposite of before and away.

"... right"

Fenris with a slightly lonely eye. The landed lambert is about to collapse too much of my fatigue. Those who set up the moves met in an advantageous position and reached their limits. The opponent exhales "ugh" and is normal. From what, there's a difference.

(Fine, you worked hard on me. You only had a meeting with that black wolf's son, right? Every time I beat the others from here on out, my name rises relative too. Awesome yummy position get. And then tighten it so you can dress up a little bit -)

Shizuku floats at the sight, back-to-back with his thoughts. It wasn't enough from what to what. I never had an element that I could win. It's not as close a difference as I regret. You can regret it. You haven't even reached strength. Such tears, it would be a disgrace to be seen. Wipe it, let's get up.

And lose beautifully...

"Really, you're an idiot, me"

Lamberto stood up. All of it, there's someone watching. Then what will you be dressed up for now? I always regretted it. I was born into a clan full of fame. I also know what they said in the shadows about useless swordsmanship and such on the battlefield.

But the age of war is over. A time when one-on-one means more to a warrior. Unbeaten by his generation, he was a star of anticipation for the clan. But when Palomides appeared, number two, Alfred appeared, number three, Mira appeared, number four, and every time he fell, there was a slight reduction in the amount of mushrooms that could be directed at him. No expectations. There is no restoration of the house.

Nothing.

I hated myself for that. I couldn't help but change it. I hated the fact that I didn't like a reality that didn't change, and I hated myself snuggling into a reality that I couldn't change. When I was expected, I also arched with my father and brothers, but since I lost that, I've been afraid of my gaze and I've only been self-practicing. Without the courage to look directly at reality, he shook his sword with remorse and frustration.

But now, crying, throwing up, all my filthy selves have been seen.

So...

"Nothing more. Everything I've prepared, I lost. Empty. No nausea. I don't even know why I got up."

"... oops"

"I threw up all of it. That's all that's left."

Fenris leaned forward like a four-legged animal. That's your fastest and strongest attitude to defeat the opponent for sure. Same wolf sword as my father.

Two claw fangs were looking at the 'enemy'.

Interception is a robust castle fortress. Half of an iron wall.

"... Lamberto, the one named you"

There was one in the guest seat, a man in tears.

Other than that, everything was breathtaking and staring at one swordsman.

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"The pressure is coming this far. What happened? What happened?

"... there is no omen in saying when something can be done. Sometimes one day I suddenly go over a wall that I couldn't get over. But, you know, a lot of it's at the end of a painful pile. Because God is cruel, he makes a difference between people, and he doesn't tell us when. Nobody knows how many piles can be surpassed."

"Did you go beyond that? That man."

"Come on, I don't know. But late-blooming people are strong. Because you're a person who kept getting run over that far, but still didn't stop. Normally I stop, I give up. That's right, often. I do have talent or not. There is a desperate difference between people. But that's why the person who screwed it over is beautiful"

Alfred had a heartfelt grin for the first time in a long time.

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The usual setup.

"The body is always half against the enemy. Keep your hips up and weigh in. Your knees are soft, remember your favorite soufflé. Fluffy. Lambert, don't drool! Honestly, the sword is on the other side. This is a sword and a shield, our life. Grab your life. Now, done. This is it.

Zebalt's sword. An outdated sword left on a rationalized battlefield during a long war. Dedicated to one hit. Even that is far inferior to Osvalt. But my father said. It is true that it is not suitable for the battlefield. But losing to Osvalt is an individual's downfall.

He said sword moves aren't bad.

Oh, I'm sure my father has tasted the same remorse.

But we're clumsy, so this is all we have left in the end. This is all that drowns in your arms and arms. So I set it up. I'm sure, even when I die, I do this.

"I'm weak. But I want to lose, hey!

Seeing what Lamberto looks like, Fenris turns overflowing joy into power. Now there was a fortress of iron walls in front of me. No gaps, sturdy.

The weakness of the words was backwards, and the appearance was full of hegemony.

The pressure of the strong. Robust walls over talent as well. How many, have they been piling up? I've built up some distracting time, little by little. Stone, with your hands, just one. It is a great feat. I couldn't spot this, Fenris, with all my heart.

(Oh, shit, name, don't remember. Hey.)

Fenris, with all his might, ran.

Acceleration as if it had penetrated the membrane of air. I even left the noise behind and put my strength into my nail fangs to smash an unknown castle fortress.

I'm glad you asked.

A glimmer of roar emanating from the fortress. It's like magic prepared by the White Knight, running with the speed and power of black thunder. Brilliant, Fenris exclaimed in his heart.

And...

"There's a battle! Winner -"

The fortress collapsed.

"Fenris Gank Strider!"

A sword that scratched a poke and accompanied Lambert's throat. Too fast an attack took most people time to understand. Lambert distorts his face in remorse. Fenris lay down his sword with an equally bitter face.

"Hey Ordinary. Temeye, what's your name?

"... Remember the name of your opponent, dammit. Arcadia's Lamberto von Zevalt."

"... I remember. Hey, if you get tired of Arcadia, come to me."

"Yes?"

Fenris, the winner, stepped off the stage first, putting down a blurry standing lambert. Shortly thereafter, the applause and cheer of Ban Thunder descend onto the stage.

"Good for you, Lamberto!

"Fenris, get on!

Subjects shall be bisected. Though I don't really know why that happened, Lamberto.

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Lamberto was messed up by Arcadia forces without a good idea, some of which I think were Otilia, but after a little noise without even talking in front of everyone, I had a pompous and blank time.

Also a whispering silence that would disappear if people pushed over.

"... damn, did I lose?"

I mean it when I'm always alone.

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"Did you do that and always watch?

Lamberto asks the shadows without turning his gaze.

"Huh!?

The shadows shook.

"Fair enough. On the contrary, it's easier. Everyone, I appreciate you saying it's amazing, but I still regret it. Who said I didn't have a winning eye, but still, I regret it. I know, this feeling?

"Yeah, I don't know"

Otilia shook her head sideways. I'm really glad it wasn't the kid who gives the windy answer I found out here that I was seen. You can't possibly understand. The pains that the ordinary man says pile up. There's no way an ordinary person would even know. That's just how you laugh and tell me you don't know, it saves me a little.

"Oh, yeah."

Lamberto calmed the feeling he was straining. Now that I know there's no point in dressing up in front of this kid, it's easy.

"Lamberto"

I heard the voice I found out come from behind Lamberto. But you can't possibly hear that voice here. Because I insulated myself from that house and taught Claude. So, good if we could have achieved some results, but the result is the loss of the first round of Olumpia. Whatever the content, it won't give anything to the family name.

To yourself, to someone you're not expecting.

"Well done. The last poke was great."

That guy can't be saying these words to me.

"You're Zebalt's, no, my pride."

Lambert could not turn his face to the Lord of words that said and left. This, I just don't want to be seen. Too dassa. No matter how many fathers you are, no matter how prepared you are, there are faces you can't show.

"Thank you, Father."

Who shall I show you, crying, etc. while distorting your face in a sneeze?

Thanking the girl in front of me for turning away her face, Lamberto cried all sorts of thoughts down her chest.