Tower of Karma

There's no way tomorrow.

"You can have it until you conquer the tournament."

Earlier, for a moment, was a faint sign when killing the throw.

"Breathe, you messed up."

Alfred has packed the distance at a speed he has never shown so far.

"Fast!

"You missed the move to kill speed!

The speed I've been killing far in front of the top speed. But the disturbance in breathing disrupted my moves. I got Alfred on board.

"Right here!

Slap the fastest fist in from the minimum seismic leg required. Alfred beats both speed and power originally. Then naturally, it pierces the burnt blade and pierces it into the stomach.

"but gu!

This is the first tannic surface I've ever seen.

Alfred put out his tatami and two fists like this without uttering a word. There is no mercy. If you win when you can, you won't be next.

"Wow, wow!

But even if this predicament once again brings out the bottom of the country where he lives, a man named National Structure. Against his fist, he received in an area probably close to unconscious, from which he showed a new derivation. A martial artery that holds down the joint's drive, kills where the force escapes, and gives birth to the sight as if the enemy had thrown itself. side of the juicy technique, was another way of controlling it.

The warrior that crumbles the opponent and the warrior that conquers the opponent, and at its backbone -

"Now, here we go!

A person's body. The framework that makes it up. A technique that maximizes the joints of its driving parts.

Sleeping skills, this was also out of line for Laurencia. Extreme arms, dominating opponents, the national outline was convinced of victory. All you have to do is make him say he's here.

"... Whoo-hoo, here we go. Here we go."

"Kuh, heh, apparently, you've decided to win or lose. referee, he also admitted, that the victory or loss of this battle -"

"Big discovery. My vision has widened!

Oggin, Alfred gently escapes the restraint of the national outline as unpleasant noises echo.

"Oh, it's impossible. Forcing my moves..."

"A move that falls out when lightly removed is incomplete, right?

Alfred was smiling. of this venue, a grin most have never seen. It was innocent, smiling. When I say a truly unholy grin, the National Structure makes me think that situations go hand in hand or something that scares me so much.

"The joints were missing. It was a waste of time. Woohoo, I'm going to connect. It's going to overflow."

Flashes were chained at explosive speeds behind Alfred's brain.

"Hey, can I try, please?

The beast of curiosity shows itself.

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Nicolas von Taylor has no knowledge or interest in martial arts. But when I saw his face, I sensed that the air had changed. That's the same face I showed you when I joined the Taylor Chamber of Commerce as a social study. New stuff, he said knowledge as a dot.

The connection between dot and dot was wisdom, and society was happy to say that there was a civilization.

I guess he found it. He's laughing, with the same face he had that day when he found the point of business. Pure, innocent smile. It was one aspect that Nicolas hated, whose innocence and talent combined to take the life of a single chamber of commerce, the clan that ran it.

"Look at that face. I can't believe you're Alfred."

People's backbone remains the same.

He had a hobby of gathering knowledge. I also liked to play with it connected. Never before, when you get a new angle point - without suppressing the joy, oh and spill it. The joy of discovery and the pleasure of connecting it to an existing point.

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Scratching his fist punch, Alfred grabbed the front collar of the national outline. The outline grabs Alfred's back collar silently. Advantage at this point is the national framework that should have stepped backwards. Alfred, the majority in this venue will not be grasping the advantages and disadvantages of this situation.

A bunch of beasts don't know the moves. The National Structure laughs. Earlier chills were worrying.

"Shit!"

Throw it once now, and now it's time to decide the battle. It would also be good to strangle and lose consciousness after throwing it down. All the winning conditions are in place.

"Come on, not yet."

I whisper to Alfred, who is out-of-the-box, that the national code is "useless". It was this man who dared to step into his moves in the first place. It is too foolish. A fool who understands nothing steps into his opponent's logic. Not courage. It would be reckless.

Advice, after some resistance, Alfred is thrown.

"... hmm?

Beating him to the ground just like earlier, the national outline was intended to chase him, but he remained in shallow hands. Alfred was thrown in the same way, but surprisingly, he had taken a passive to relieve the shock firmly.

(… although I haven't shown you the reception)

Same as the reception of softness. The situation is too special to happen to truncate.

"Should I say set moves, yeah? I see a little bit."

"With only two pairs of hands, what do you think you found out?

Arising Alfred again grabbed onto the National Structure. A national framework that dares to take it. Also, Alfred chooses the front collar. The National Structure took the back collar.

"... you don't have the ability to learn?

"No, I already figured it out, so I just thought it was enough in front"

"What?

"That's funny. It tastes like a fist punch. But maybe you don't like this, do you? It's packed, but there's no distance, so it lacks play. So..."

Forcefully, with strength, Alfred began to wield the national outline.

"Shit!?

"Obviously, in your moves, the weight of power is huge. Especially during the collapse phase."

A grip on the lead. The control of power.

"Gu, but the discernment of the moment is still sweet!

"I know. I made that moment."

"Huh!?

momentary force from weakness. Alfred throws the National Structure in the form of pruning it. It was a brilliant foot move that I didn't know which was the original.

"Look, I knew it was for me"

A national outline that can be slapped from the back. After taking a good passive, stand up and alert Alfred.

Once again, this man used the moves he had never shown.

"... then he'll follow Keri with moves he doesn't know, moves he can't imagine!

The national outline made it look like a fistfight and grabbed Alfred's sleeve. From here, set up his incomprehensible moves to defeat him. There are no long wars. To win...

"No, I don't know everything but the moves you showed me. But you don't have to know. 'Cause that's more fun, right? It's new, it's better to create."

The National Structure was incorrect. He thought Alfred was mimicking his own moves. I imagine using the moves I showed you, the technology close to me, that's what I thought. But the truth is not. He was creating new moves for Alfred by connecting the moves he showed off, the root points and the existing ones.

That was just terribly similar to his knowing moves.

That 's--

(What, what, this guy?

of the moves they've piled up, just went ahead.

Alfred attaches his hand to the grabbed arm. The joint drive, pushed in an unbent direction, prevented the opponent from activating his moves, and used his whole body on the opponent's arm without hesitation as it was. And all of a sudden, I was surprised at the moment, at the next moment...

"Gu, gu, gu, gu, gu!?

The screaming national outline and laughing sideways at it, Alfred.

The armpits of the nation were bent in an unbending direction. I don't know if I can call this a stand-up technique, a combination technique, or a softening technique. In fact, there is no such thing as articulation in a standing state in the genre of the National Structure. There were many moves that used joints, and none stood up to destroy them.

"Really, you don't need strength. Weight and the power to bind to the ground, two would suffice. With that, we can remove more than 200 joints, anywhere. If you also think about destroying the hives, yeah, you can break them easier than you thought. Oh, if this is a fist fight tournament. If I were you now, I'd be the best without labor. It's not gonna work."

This man sees the strange world of the state line. At a different angle from where the force came in, it was exceeded. With only two pairs of hands, this man understood the set moves. Understood, tied it to another knowledge, and went through it lightly.

Too shocking a situation, though unprofessional.

"It's hard to apply to swordfights, but I got good stuff. Come on, let's get this over with. If you have a muscle to beat, albeit partially, then point it at each other. Let's pack it up."

Alfred was back to his usual smile at some point.

"I'm the one who wins."

And move out. Because I could see the way to packing. All you have to do is point it out.