Tower of Karma

Opposite the earlier, too heavy a series of attacks strikes Palomides. The rough, unmatched motion of our mould greatly deviated the processing speed of Palomides. Moreover, there is a glimpse of disgust in the roughness, poking precisely sharply at the cry.

I can't even step forward to go straight.

"What's wrong? Didn't you push it through?

"Gu, ko, wo!

"It's too shaken for the first time."

I can hold my nose off before the speed almost rides. Palomides, who is supposed to win by force, will be held back by force. The same arm strength can be overwhelming or defeating depending on position, timing, and posture. Palomides was losing.

"And the connections are coarse."

The behavior of the link between attack and attack, a faint gap that has never been targeted by an opponent before. 'Eyes' that don't miss a little bit of this.

I can 'see' it even where I can't see it. Palomides is in a hurry for the horror and out of hand, and it becomes a vicious circle.

There was a wall there.

Too high a wall - Wu's prestigious Gunter has always succumbed to genius since giving birth to General Maxim. Strakles, there was no comparison in front of the geniuses named Berger, and even the 'Black Sheep' Kimon, who appeared in the market, never beat Jan von Zeekt, who was a Kirin.

He raised his name on the battlefield after he left, but also as the right arm of the culminating Strakles, as a replacement for Berger, who was his deputy general--

"I'm..."

I am not as strong as I am now expected to be. Not even clever. Ordinary people who made a foolish effort, themselves know best. He thought that a good lambert would be better than a good one.

"What do you want? If that stays ambiguous, you can't even give me the power to output it. You should throw away the pre-construction. I hate lies, and lies don't make sense to me. Whatever you spin with words, because people's heartbeat is honest. The truth is what comes out of the sound."

I don't know what you're talking about. Honestly, now Palomides had his heart broken before his defeat. I intended to encourage you more than anyone else. I've lived every day on Stoke. Still, the world says it's not enough.

An insurmountable wall stands and I don't see a winning chance.

"Oh, too bad. You lost pressure on the sound."

Orpheus' spear skillfully pays for Palomides' feet. Palomides who take it decently and fall unnecessarily. There is no winning chance.

"Now..."

Sturdy blow. It swirls sharply and flies to the enemy's throat.

I don't care what you do anymore.

"Palomidesu! Hang in there!

It was about to break. No, maybe it was broken. Still, the voice was equal to the heavenly grace for Palomides and was able to regain the concentration that was about to expire. If you listen, everyone is speaking up, not just 'she'.

"Brother!

"Don't lose, Palo!

"It's guts, guts!

"Good luck!

Their voices send the wind to the flames of their fading hearts. Not like back then. A few members of my family, back then, visiting Arkas as if they were hostages. Everything around me looked like enemies.

"Welcome to Arcadia! What's your name, Ellis?

…………

There was an angel.

"My name is Lamberto, the man who will be Arcadia's strongest swordsman!

…………

I made a best friend.

"Lamberto's lost."

"It's a big deal, I knew Gunter was strong."

…………

A lot of friends...

"That was fun, Mr. Palomides."

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The wall...

"" "" Come on, Palomides!

I wasn't much of a mouthful myself, but he stood around me like that. Arcadia, the place to say Arcas, which sometime got cozy.

Ostberg loves you. The pride in the motherland was meant to be with us even now that it had been stained.

But it wasn't the best anymore.

"... you're loved. It sounds great. At the extreme, I don't expect this sound to continue, but it still doesn't translate into being a rich sound. You're my favorite friend."

"Oh, it's hard - a friend"

Palomides rises with a renewed fighting spirit, keeping his broken heart intact. I knew I was weak. I also found that I couldn't reach my ideals where I conceited perfection. Still, there are people who support themselves.

Even though I know I'm a mediocre man, I have a friend who accepts me as boring as I can only handle about excellence - someone I love.

"I'm weak."

"Yes."

"But I'm gonna need you to hang out a little bit more."

"I don't mind. Well, if you can follow me,"

Orpheus pressure increases. This is just the atmosphere when you decide.

"Again?"

Scare gushing from the bottom of your mind, like tingling skin. Before winning or losing, something rooted is different. I also felt it in my auditions with Gilberto, Gregor, Sylvia and others, something. I don't know, and I can't resist.

I feel confused, but stop swinging at it.

"I'm an idiot. I don't know, I don't know!

Anyway, all I can do is go straight ahead.

"Is that it again? Then I told you not to fall out!

Palomides is lightly pushed back by Orpheus's onslaught. Whether the mind is raised with support or not, suddenly awakening and other convenient things do not happen in a mediocre self.

He also understands that. I'm not born under a star who says so, and I don't even want to go for Yingjie now.

"Whether you're weak or dumb, this is all I have! If you're gonna make a fool of yourself, do what you want! All I can do is let it go!

Palomides takes a breath and then hits the wall several times. Each time he pushes back, he bounces, he crushes, and still, he pushes forward on his rise. To be honest, to be straight, those eyes just go forward...

"... ho"

He was definitely an idiot. It was mediocre too. Still, the effort he had built up, that time alone, was extraordinary. Sure, it might not have been a smart, well-guided effort. But foolishly accumulated things sometime transcend principles, transcend talent, shred waste, are fit for reason, and optimized.

"You've been together a long time. … you're right."

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Wave your sword indifferently. Throw away everything with equal weight thoughts, evil, jealousy, rebellion coming from respect. A fool, even if he thought about it a cloud ago, just goes around. Without thinking, I dedicate myself to just what I've been doing.

Because you can't make them look embarrassed.

With the exception of just one thought, his sword, which had thrown everything away, had no shards of luxury, and was a small, clumped sword. Move mediocrity, as if it had laid the foundations. I don't feel the taste, but there are few minute gaps that are small and clustered, and compact minutes are quick.

On top of that, his pile of stuff rides where it is. A huge amount of time and a lot of distress. A foolish path that went forward with all the external factors and still straight ahead.

A small, useless sword, then, not so destructive.

Plain, but I saw definite traces of training there.

"I see, is that your chosen sound? That's nice."

"Wow, wow!"

Noticed, the two meetings were beginning to antagonize.

"... yeah, that's fine"

Alfred smiled quietly as he watched the battle away.

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"Come on, if you think it's just over, it's still going on."

"Your Highness, that was a long bathroom."

"I'm constipated. I'm surprised. How long have we been in this meeting, those guys? Well, there's a limit to what we can do."

"It's a compact, good sword, huh? It feels like I'm managing to fill the difference in strength with my guts."

"You can't just finish it depending on what you do. It's the same air, Mr. Ulysses. It's a pretty good place to go. Look at the old men, you remember the old days. You're shivering samurai. The smell of the battlefield, the killer's under pressure."

"Your Highness and we don't know a decent battlefield."

"So you dare go into the training ground, to gain experience."

"Is this about Vike?... don't involve us in such recklessness"

Battle overlooked by Valhall forces. There was a long, very long battle going on.

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"Ha, ha, ha"

My breath is dead, but my heart is not. Palomides was at the extreme of concentration. I manage to take the form of a meeting, but there is so much difference in force that if I get a little distracted, I get poked through a gap and Keri in an instant. Admit it and scratch to reward their support at all.

"Ha...... ha"

Orpheus was also starting to run out of breath at the persistence of Palomides, who would be eating up so much again. By shifting to a small, sharp, manipulative sword, he became a sword of weight and speed. There are also a limited number of gaps that can be punched by making the movement smaller.

"I can still do it!

"We kill each other, I'm afraid we're not in an extreme state. I would have liked to have seen your sound in a more pure state, but I'm going to have to do more tomorrow."

"Ha, ha, still, you say you have room"

"Somewhat"

That's what Orpheus does. That figure, with such a quieter set-up than earlier, is about to clap out. But in all the fighting so far with Palomides, I was not foolish enough to think that this change was not dangerous.

"... do what you can now"

Palomides standing small and taking a piercing stance.

When it's settled, it's close.

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"He's trying."

"Yeah, we're all desperately rooting for you. All right, palomides, if you do your best, everyone likes you. I'm trying, too, and I want to be stupid."

That's what happens because you don't show weakness to people.

"I think I'm showing you quite a bit?

"The weakness you can show me is not weakness. Are you going to clown?

"Maybe. That's exactly what I'm aiming for. Challenge a being who doesn't even know if he's there, and take a path that doesn't even know if he's right. I'm the promoter of such comedy."

"... can't you tell me either?

"I'll say it in a little while. I really don't want to get involved, but you are, because you are an important piece to me. Let me use it. I'm just not gonna let you lose it."

"Well, that would be nice."

Alfred didn't see Nicola's face. When I see it, I'm sure I won't want to use it anymore. That determination is shaken even though there can be no way of not using her. Because she should be happy to be used. She wants it, rather than accepting that the road overlaps, even if it is intended.

That's too unfortunate a story - it's not funny.

"Come on, it's settled. I have to thank Palomides. I didn't expect to see his bottom. Because it'll help you tomorrow."

The voice of support becomes louder. I guess it was passed down to many. It was Palomides who went to set up the fight. But the fact that the source is a quiet, very quiet, face-to-face man has only been conveyed to some samurai.

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The eagle rose.

A spear sticking down Palomides' throat. The more legs that have been running at full speed stop, the more explosive the runoff of intent to kill. On it, the Hawk of Divine Speed was so fast that he couldn't even keep up with Palomides' compact movements that he was deciding to battle.

"... ba, stupid. I could see, I didn't."

I can't even see it.

"There's a battle! Winner, Orpheus!

Above all, I was shocked that I stopped on my feet.

If I hadn't stopped him, he'd be dead, and what I stopped him was the right decision in itself - because the problem was that I even stopped my leg because of his lethal killings, and I couldn't do one thing, nothing, on my own.

"People's hands aren't wide enough to choose between that and this. Only one, even protecting his beloved, will cease to come true if things like me become enemies. You may want to shatter your heart to protect your world, even if it is small. It's okay, you'll be stronger."

The consolation of the enemy does not sound.

"It was a very comforting thing, including your sounds, the surrounding sounds. Well, I'll see you someplace soon, if I'm on edge."

The moment Orpheus turned his heel, the cheer boiled. All in favor. A voice rings in honor of both.

In that, Palomides walked away with a remorseful look.

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"The blind guy Temeer was talking about, he's strong after all"

"The last poke, though, was a little unexpected. You took that ghost in so well. Monster Lester von Falke's spear."

"I didn't see it. Were you fighting someone who would poke at you like that?

"It's just the three of us. Damn, I was gonna raise my arm a little bit, but I'm losing confidence. Stress is gonna make a hole in my stomach."

"Liar, you look like Temeer, you look like you're having a lot of fun."

"Well, then it's each other, Admiral."

Two people who look at the bottom of their strength and spill nature and laughter at the emergence of powerful enemies. Seeing that, Hattie understood once again that they were inhabitants of a different world.

It pains me to put the sword down and say it was the right answer.

(... Those who don't have it, it's hard. Arcadia people)

The sorrow of the unworthy. There's no place for them on the next stage.