Tower of Karma

World War II ended appropriately without any particular turmoil. The next day there was just about to be a third round. Naturally, Alfred would fight in the first war, but the person at the time was in a strange state for some reason. I smile, but you say there's a shake somewhere, just a little bit different than usual.

Corsair and Athena won't be able to answer any questions.

"Well, you're coming."

Good luck.

"You can afford it anyway."

"... I hope so."

Alfred took one deep breath and walked out.

A battle that is out with Alexis advantage overwhelmingly in alley betting. However, this battle becomes a great lump for many warriors and, in a sense, the largest mountain range.

It was a battle to question the martial arts.

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The tragedy is that you can't even pull a love knife, you have to use local blunts. In this kind of iron scrap, neither the moves nor anything happened. Now, what's so funny about doing moves on this land in the first place? Everybody, he's got a big body, strong powers, fast legs. What do you say, nobody's talking about martial arts.

No one is talking about moves or anything.

"Is there anything more to see than that old man?

However, today's opponents may expect only a little, just a little. He has been on his guard since the beginning. I see myself as an Oriental race, which means I've come this far beyond the desert for no reason, and I guess that's enough of an alert for him.

He's probably the only one who's been alert to himself so far. Also, I feel somewhat wary of what kind of 'perspective' blind spear use is.

He was the only one who saw the moves and made him more alert.

"It means we've taken to the Far West."

Breathing is normal, and I don't feel bad. Then I'm sure my moves are playing today.

Another step, whether you can get close to everything or get ahead of the other shore, fighting is only a means to you. Struggle, the things you've dealt with may be necessary for an immature self, but no one else is necessary before the superb. Therefore, there is no obsession with winning or losing.

What we need is a path to heights. Ultimate moves, only their pursuit.

The man's name is Dragon Built Temple/National Structure. Give me the edge of a martial artist who crosses countries and hones his moves.

Born in an island nation that separated the sea from the great Sin, it was a land from which worm poisons and so on, and where they lived, they were undergoing a kind of unique evolution.

Martial arts artists also, Ri.

The national framework also acts with its own values.

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"The odd combination, the limits of ordinary people are the limits around here."

"Huh? You look weak over there."

"That's why you said Lamberto was around here. Eight if you win here. There were many different fights thanks to the bulk of the combination, but from now on it's not."

"Hmm, you look surprised. Nicolas too. Now I'm intrigued, you iron mask."

"Because I'm interested in betting"

"Oh, about the money"

"About the money"

Nicolas said, "Let's put up my glasses."

"Money is good. Because I would never betray you."

"Kura! It's dark as the night sky on the crescent moon. And you're still my old daughter?

"I don't want the woman waving her sword to tell me. This is still hot. Me, too. Because I'm rich."

"If it wasn't for the last one, I'd be dressed...... So, who's Nicola betting on?

"Half of all property to Alfred. I've been betting dispersed in various casinos."

"... aren't you overdoing it? I mean, when I hear that, it's hard for me to win."

"Because I know that girl. Probably better than you."

"... hon, how dare you"

"Ellis, more"

"... you say"

"I don't know how strong a fight is. But if you were born to win, I know. Alfred was born under a star like that, and that's how he was raised. You don't know how much she did in just six months at the Taylor Chamber of Commerce."

"We're talking business, right?

"We're talking about winning and losing. It's the sword or the gold that deals with it. Well, maybe, if it's a turmoil now, that kid gets ahead of anyone in this. The greater the amount of material handled, the greater the difference. So I'm sure this kind of place is adversity for Alfred. I mean alone. But he's the one who's going to have more calculations to win than show up and decide to win."

"Then we have to win even more. Me, because I win. I'll apologize first."

"Hehe, if you win, I'll buy you whatever you want with the rest of your fortune."

"You said it, rich man. Poor people like me don't forget that."

"I like it. Because, maybe, I feel the same way about you. It's just that I don't have the fangs or the sword to stop. Helpless, a woman with only money."

"... the only thing really helpless, Barca, is me with arms."

Nicolas and Mira, let's have a little pity.

The world just for the two of us, where we watered...

"Hey, something's going on!

The voice of Lamberto.

"Both of you, the same setup? I feel a little different, though."

"... why are you so tingly? To such a mischievous fish opponent."

Mira is surprised to see what Alfred looks like. It doesn't matter if they have the same structure as each other. The problem is that Alfred is unusually alert to his opponent, that's where he runs out.

"Is he really weak?

It didn't take long until Lamberto's suspicions turned to certainty.

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The statehood laughs that the contour of living together was not the same in the fatherland.

Even for Alfred, this shape was unlikely in action first.

This technology, piled up only in Lucitania, is at the opposite pole of the so-called moves considered to be oriented in action, and few genres are used in action, except Lucitania, which derives from swordsmanship as a ritual as a national technique.

That should be it, too, and to say a double-edged sword in the first place is unsuitable for reason on this move. If you do immature things, you get scratched. It's like teaching them to attack their opponents like this, beyond restricting them even with a single blade. Normally, a move for when ambushed with a sword. It is never commonly used. This move, which Lucitania's obsession grew up in, and its nature is always unraveled. In fact, in the final showdown, he was devastated by Osvalt's sword for what he was accustomed to.

(Still, I guess I'm extra confident doing this. speed, force, or both)

(Are you dating me to say he's confident too)

Alfred was pretty confident about this move. On the doorstep is a move knocked from the ground up by a man who hits his grandfather. Apart from the moves I stole, I now have the experience of systematically learning moves for the first time.

In the Laurencian category, I have absolute confidence. But...

(I'll show you, your moves!

The unknown...

(... fu, still with him -)

Alfred was not an Rakuten enough to have that confidence in Eastern swordsmanship.

Brilliant blade. The martial artists from the East were made to match their speed, which most of the venues would probably not have been able to see. The meeting of the abode, perhaps the speed and power of the move, was to Alfred, a form in which the armament rose to Ray, but was caught up in a futile abode by being read the breath of offense and preempted.

I meant to take the lead, but they stepped on my back.

(Seems to mesh)

The venue was cramped. If you think the two have moved, a strange sight to say the blades are colliding and staring at each other. I don't see any process.

"Hey, that, what's going on!?

Even Fenris,

"... that son of a bitch, it's way, way faster than when you fucked me!

Even Lionel,

"... faster than you are?

"Oh, you seem like it. So it's Ray."

Even the kings showed the strength of this man, who meshed and showed untraceable moves...

"The battle is over with each other."

"What do you think? Just one of these, and I'm going to have quite a repertoire."

"... look forward to it but don't disappoint me. I see it in the previous game, it's troublesome to be shown all that playlike stuff. I can't even call that immature, crude, thoughtful move."

"... that prank will hunt you down."

"It's not"

The two of them distance themselves with the breath of an abalone.

Alfred on the upper level and the middle, the national framework on the front.

"Let me show you to the people of Laurencia. What are moves? But how many will fulfill it and solve it? Do it, force, speed, size, for those who praise it."

"I think it's an undeniable fact that they're the source of strength."

"... fu, are you to that extent too? Then, if you're no different from the beast, why don't you know!

Soft, powerless setup. In fact, I guess there's nothing like force in the grip.

"I don't need power for moves."

Swinging fighting spirit. An atmosphere so calm never existed to say Laurencian warrior. Confront me and I'll see. I can tell by every move. How can any wasted movement look so beautiful?

Yes, this man's sword was calm and beautiful.

I feel so isolated and different that my movements seem so full of waste.

"Look at the moves."

I always thought Alfred was scared of the serenity of this man.

The unknown is the source of fear. In this sense, the Dragon Temple/National Tsunami were the opponents we didn't intend to prepare, and they became the ones we didn't calculate.