Tower of Karma

For a moment in the eyes of the nation line, I saw him trying to do something.

It's not the distance that something can be done with a sword. In fact, he didn't move. But there was some sign that he was lost. I can't possibly see it wrong now.

It's been a long time since the National Structure has stepped in.

On all the other shores, in a world of extreme concentration.

I am the superiority and inferiority of people in the country, it is nothing more than the quality of concentration.

There are many different types, samurai or general. As long as it stops in a human vessel, there is always something called individuality. But beyond that, there is a world where all paths cross the line.

"Koo."

Very few can come to his kingdom. And there came unto him twelve. My brother and brother, even my father, are gifted. Until then, there is no one to use, no one to shoulder in the modern era before that move.

I left the country in fifteen. A decade of touching every martial arts to deepen itself, deeper and farther. There were several defeats in the process. Most of them are pure output differences. Nothing sounds like a man. Because it wasn't what I wanted.

The only thing in it that would have gained would have been a battle with an old man manipulating a thunderbolt spear.

I don't care about winning or losing.

Only deepening and extremes is a man's desire.

"Let me teach you the paleness of the sky"

Dragon Temple/National Structure. He is the son of an isolated martial arts even in the Eastern world.

"... No, you don't have to."

The opposing Alfred sighs and makes his posture as easy as a forensic copy with him himself. Weakness, posture to improve the street of breathing.

"... No way"

The National Structure opens its eyes.

"Koo."

There was a man who was paler and deeper than himself.

Some of the venues turned to the pale atmosphere. There are a large number of people who do not notice the change, but for those who do, it produces great significance.

"What is that?" "What's going on?

Fenris, Lionel raises questions,

"Are you serious, Claude?" "Oh, come on, this is..."

Sanguyen shows surprise to the two of you who are using that condition.

"Much deeper"

The heavenly lion is also stunned by the depth of both.

And...

…………

Sword Saint Gilberto von Osvalt quietly opens his eyes.

"In front of that degree of moves, why are you so deep!?

A man who had never even shaken before defeat was shaking. The other shore Alfred showed, you can tell because he's nearby, the difference in concentration.

"Martial arts are not the only way in. Closer to the world, that's all."

It was an incredible sight. The first 'sense of defeat' for the national outline.

I was preempted in the realm I truly seek. Plus, probably younger.

"No matter how deep you get, there is no victory for you inferior to your moves"

"Then let's try it"

Both, move out at the same time.

Slowly, we come to an end with each other, cutting together without hesitation.

Same offense as before at first glance. Unknown to those who do not know from what I have seen twice. But those who understand will see.

A reward for the incredible skill of brushing.

Cut out what they want to do and get ahead of themselves. From the foot, replace the handles, the points to be cut, shift, take the position, and distract.

An attack that cuts through each other and perfectly cuts the bills they have. Fine, too finely positioned, dot grasping was taking place.

Superb salt match for those who understand.

My hair dances. Thin skin is scattered.

It's like a sword dance is a critical slaughter. The more Angelm, the referee, stops if not these two, the more the two walk too thin and narrow a bridge.

Relax, no small movement.

(I really should have let go of my sword then. Hidden moves taught by Mr. Warren, rubble. Play that guy himself has never used in action. But it probably would have worked if I'd let it go then. Because you can't have that option in your head. Of course there was a risk. As soon as I stepped in, I knew I was ahead of time. But -)

We're slashing each other. Yet there is no sound. It's not that I haven't, but it's extremely small. We're never out of touch with each other. Rather, we're swinging as much as we want. Meeting at full capacity. And yet, it's small.

(If the ugly emancipation sound of power is the huge metal sound, those two would be scraping it off for nothing. The nature of loving beauty, based on the antagonism of each other's skills, gives rise to this incredible view. Woohoo, this sky is also beautiful)

The man who knows the sound best smiles quietly. Comparison of peeling moves. I'm sure he just dropped by now wanting to do this.

How far can your full strength reach the incarnation of Wu?

A desire to know.

"It is brilliant. It's like dancing. '

"This is the state in which I fought and defeated the National Guard. I thought it was a very beautiful sword. '

"But you were helpless in front of Aswan Nasser. No matter how much you refine your moves, you are powerless in front of the strong. It just looks like dancing to me '

'Now, beyond that, we saw a miracle. We Know'

"Uhm. Let's get Keri on. the high sounds of that time once now, oh '

Are you not very interested in the battle between the technicians, Eskendereia? The forces, originally their princess, looked bored and watched the battle. He is also in disguise to make sure he doesn't find out.

"It's humiliating to be able to bury moves."

It's an honor.

Between them. It doesn't make sense to both of us whether we're serious or not. I see it. The body moves too. Then what is the rush?

You can do what you have to do.

Because there are as many bills as there are.

(Common. But the battle is going to be prolonged. I didn't want to show it if I could, I wanted to keep it warm, but I had no choice but not to take risks)

(Will it engage so much? But the moves are still awkward. No matter, it's not his own problem, though it's only the difference between the root moves, the methods that flow where they are. That makes it difficult to bury it. So you can't win by comparison of moves. That old man wins there too, because he gave up)

Some customers send a compliment to a brilliant sword dance, while others fly yaj if they don't play.

That's the level of this world. Normal sensation.

(That's pathetic. The average is low. If you compare yourself to these people, that's what even the rotten Kowloon people will see. A pearl attack that will be given a drink in my country. warrior country, no, in the world of beasts there is no choice either,)

One thin piece of skin shakes between them.

Space attachment as much as hair.

A sense of obstruction that prevents them from doing what they want to do and doesn't make them do what they want. Only in the one hand that releases itself in its suffering is there a path to depth.

There is no national framework for the word that speaks of this suffering to the stranger. How ugly of a martial arts man to let me through, no matter how strong he is. It's the battle of the beast.

It's a dialogue with the battle of men. Such.

But...

"Gu!?

The hour of pearls suddenly ends.

Alfred's appearance is distorted. It was the shaft feet that rocked. Something happened to that knee.

"... too bad. You've been around since that old man."

Interrupted concentration. The National Structure breaks its course without loosening its hand.

It is not a power that can be taken out of a collapsed position. Angelm opened his mouth to stop the game. Whoever saw it, Alfred had stepped off his feet.

One thin-skinned, armored...

"Fuck you. But..."

Alfred gave away his sword by looking at the dots he had already cut off. It is not a very acceptable structure. Evil rises, the National Structure sadly distorts its face.

"Do as you're told."

Hiu, and the sword spins with the breathing sound of the moment.

with another sword involved.

"Huh!?

"I took it!

The sword of the national outline dances through the universe. Mishi, and the lion's fangs stood on the national platform.

I saw such an illusion.

"Well, was that lousy, retrieved sword such a snail"

"A prank turns you down!

Alfred's sword runs. There is no way to resist a defenceless nation.

The balance slanted off. Again, everyone thought so.

"Well, how about that?

Horizontal Giraffe Sword. There is no addition or subtraction. Sharp and compact swing.

But I was in a hurry. And you're covering your legs, slightly slow.

The National Structure is also the first play to be used in action.

"Huh!?

Now it was Alfred's turn to be stunned.

"Hmm. My liver just got cold"

Blade free. Take your first name off the blade. It is not possible to deduce what was done because it is not serious, but the remaining sword is in the hands of the National Structure anyway.

"Aiko."

Try to take it away like a twist of a sword. It was Alfred who was poked at the void, but dared to turn it to match the twist and twist.

"Whoa?"

"Shh!

If it's enough to give it to the other person, throw it away. The swords spinning beyond the range of motion of each other's hands dance to the universe. Momentum and the sword flew off-site.

"... hey, what happened?

"What happens after this if you don't have a sword?

"Well, the referee will pick it up."

The audience was stunned. Even in some cases where one was sword-slapped, there has never been a case of both losing their swords. There are no rules either.

So...

"Win here!

Establish a battle in a handless situation. Before the opponent complains, you can spare no effort to render them incapable of combat.

The power for it, the momentum for it.

"... I see!

The eyes of the national outline shined. I saw Alfred's structure and understood that it was a neighboring body technique. But it's too late to tell. Already, seismic legs have been carried out. A fist that forces the force, controls it and releases it.

"I didn't know you had a chance to fight the original, it was a real surprise!

From a completely different mould, but a fist that kicks the ground in the same way and puts it on the midline. Straight, lacking in streamliness, but boneless, a solid blow to the quality.

"Become"

Each other's fists stop in the universe to offset.

The battle is not over yet - it is not over.