Tower of Karma

There was a very plain offense going on beside me.

Attacks that are not fast and do not feel powerful.

"I'm doing it! Go to the bar!

Yaji flies from the passenger seat.

Though it is sad to say that Mira is the dirtiest person in the world.

However, some, very few, were realizing the sincerity of the attack.

"... Loran?

Garias' most skilled swordsman spots some similarities to his own moves. If that was all, it would have floated as usual, but the problem is that all of that is completely upward as a skill when we think about it at the same level as ourselves, no, the wrist is softer than a person, it is superior to the conjecture, and so on. Compared to his own wrist, which is what he does with his little fingertips, the swordsman is letting himself escape with his whole body.

Loran was at war. Same thing as when you saw William's sword and despaired. Slowly point your gaze at someone. I was interested in what the hell he looked like. I couldn't stay calm. Even in the midst of the killing, the updated ceiling impact should have been on his face.

The same situation has come to 'him'. It is more impossible to tell you not to look.

"... is it the same as your sword?

"Similar but different. Me and that sword, they read it first. A sword that conquers power as well, but obviously responds sparingly in places slower than our point. The precision of the moves is different in the root level. In this room, the fix doesn't work."

Wolfe was looking at something very rare. A man who has never shown himself standing and shaking at the top is shaking. Of course, I'm not a man who rocks to the point where his own moves have been broken. To him in the first place, Wu is just a crossing point. Don't even think about it now.

"I don't know about the thinning, but you're not on speed. More guns, more guns, more room for them."

"If I could do that, I wouldn't have done that."

The black king sighs "ha" on the rugged face of the white king. Being a parent doesn't seem to change anything.

"It's crushing acceleration in a standing position. We're ahead of each other in the direction of travel, holding each other down in speed range. It is so natural that very few people will be able to detect it in this setting. Terrible skill. There are as many ways to kill on the battlefield as you want..."

"If I did it with Sashi, don't you see? Whoa, come on, Heavenly Lion. Hey. You're our number two."

"A hundred years, no, if you do poorly, five hundred years, there's an opening. to fundamental technology."

A man like Ulysses noticed this unusual difference because no, Ulysses and other samurai dumping on moves. One way to walk, slippery walking technique with little feet up smoothly.

Body tweezers, hand tweezers that can sword out of all angles without breaking the normal.

Remarkable difference due to slow offense.

"Perhaps Alfred Ray Arcadia is, as it stands, a five-fingered vendor in Laurencia. A bunch of moves I collected to collect anyway, taking advantage of the speed of my memory. I use it and sublime it to my own sword. But that's an exclusive Laurencia story. Outside, there's no way to collect. I don't know if I can beat him, Your Majesty."

There is no scale to measure strength. It's too different, so there's no judgment.

"At that point, I'm probably technically losing."

How many people in this venue will solve this situation? The audience's booming, the warriors' confusion, tells the difference.

"Sudden appearance of heterogeneity, how do we win?

Ahead of the White King narrowing his eyes, he had a son who was struggling but devouring.

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I was confident in the move, but Alfred, informed that the confidence was exclusive to Laurencia, was sweating disgustingly on his back. No matter what the battle, you have a stronger pawn and no experience of losing.

I can see the finger muscles, but I can't point them there.

I don't even feel like I'm losing my reading. Instead, if you're reading accurately, you're better off. Power and speed are better for themselves. And yet, it doesn't work. I haven't been able to fight well.

(Waste, sharpened sword. I have no strength. It is powered only by moments of impact. More destructive than it looks and the margin that comes from a useless move, I use it to take it all over my body. Furthermore, the more problematic is -)

The sword that William gave birth to, which was heterogeneous to Laurencia, is incomplete from them, even if it has considerable precision as a receiving. It is self-evident that the latter will prevail in swords that have been completed in receipt and also in swords that combine elements of attack.

A sword that kills the power received and a sword that uses the power received.

(Shit, really, you're not wasted)

Funny enough, it's different. Fundamental, different perceptions of what is called a move. If you manage to eat up on your own level, it's nearly impossible for a Laurencian human to win with a move.

(... to break through vigorously, it is only used in semi-subsidible. You can still afford it, can't you? This raise, if you can handle it, that's what's wasted)

I've manipulated them before, and now I'm manipulated. I'm desperately fighting it, but the flow hasn't changed yet. A painful time continues.

"It's a shame. Had you been born in my homeland, your position might have been the other way around. From the level of land said to be Laurencia, obviously outstanding skill and talent. At any rate, he was born in a land where he could not abandon his faith in the flesh and where there was no stack of moves."

The sword of the National Structure is like a flowing sword. Alfred's sword against him was fierce. It doesn't have the original flavour. I can't let you wave your original sword.

"... I hate the world today, but I have a lot of respect for the history I've built up. I won't let you tell me Laurencia doesn't have a stack!

Alfred laid his sword on his sheath. And the plan is...

"Come on, let's go with the battle"

"Stay together, huh? I told you not to be superior or inferior."

"I told you I haven't shown it yet."

"... I don't want to go out with you."

This time, only Alfred will take his place. Unlike earlier front-eye structures, the loosely placed national framework takes the unintended form of pointing the cutting-edge at the enemy.

"This is a theory, but it is not important to the martial arts to say that it is a precept. The mystery of martial arts is to grasp the opportunity. There is the ultimate machine, the extreme of the moment, the strongest, fastest, moment when the martial arts shine. Grab it and it's possible to cut off the iron with the power of the baby. I'm on a journey to capture that moment."

Soft, feathery standing.

"Not yet immature. But even on the way..."

Alfred moved to block his remarks. Moving and releasing motion abutment. Read the other person, go ahead. Shortly before releasing, Alfred twisted his body wide. He bent his body as it was and twisted the orbit of living together in his posture.

"- I'm not even trying to grab it, I'm on top of you beastly lords."

Full force of being together. He bent his body and twisted his left to right orbit from bottom to top. Launch room. People tend to be bad at attacking near their feet. Seeing the spiciness, the blow aimed at it too, just moments at its cutting edge, the national outline rode.

"... Exactly, I didn't expect this painting to be"

"Unfortunately, it's a toddler."

He rides fluffy, fluffy down, looking weightless. I felt a definite difference in my overlooked eyes. I'm not the one to keep it warm. But even if you subtract this one more time, if you win three times, you won't win. It's impossible to keep warm and lose, but I also want to avoid putting it out and leaving my worries behind.

"If you didn't pull the blade, do you think it was cut?

"No, it would be the same result"

They're pulling the blade, but they can't cut the sword just by pushing it. If you don't pull it, you can't cut it.

"... it's a good time, but there's no point in fighting any more than we've decided on the advantages and disadvantages"

The National Structure laughs.

"All the other shores, one frontier to close"

From that grin, from that weakness, I felt something spill.

"... No way"

Something pale...