Tower of Karma

On the day the sun falls, it is her first memory. The sun went down and the hua scattered. Everyone looked like the end of the world in the capital El Reed. I don't know, she cried, too. Even children who don't know how to tell cry. So much so that the air was really imminent.

A day when everyone fell into pessimism and became a branch of the times.

She found out what the sun meant to fall.

Next up is the final war that formed with the first line. Something similar to comfortable fighting and the certainty that even a small self can do it. It was wiped out by just one monster. A respected and revered Dino Sid Campeador, a man who was even said to be comparable to the fierce sun in terms of destructive power, was crushed in just one blow.

I couldn't do anything.

Zeno was crying too. We didn't even know if we had emotions. Our Lord, Elvira, also shed a glimmer of tears. I was ashamed of myself for not being able to do anything, and hated my weakness for not being able to take revenge. I knew the weight of Campeador's presence as a general.

I knew that the pain of loss was the weight of those who stood on top as it were, and that is why they should not lose. If you're going to fight Campeador, carrying an Estado sign, if you're going to create that kind of air in your own defeat, it's hard to forgive, and that's why she's stronger.

To not lose, to not show the sun falling this time.

You have to be yourself. On a fierce day, with absolute strength...

training for it, the ordeal for it. talent for it.

This weight is my strength.

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Before the disadvantage, the color of Xena's eyes changed. Passionate eyes, unlike when you were thorough in battle. An obsession with victory transformed her. The quality of the spear also changes. Cold spears like precision machines disappeared and turned into obsessive spears.

"Winning, winning, winning, winning, winning, winning!

"Ha, it looks even heavier, make it easier on you?

"I'm Zena Sid Campeador!

"I know, boggle!

Xena abandoned her thoughts. Just give yourself to the training you have cultivated and focus on fighting for yourself stronger, faster. The spear gained even more weight, gaining an unstoppable destructive power in a semi-productive receiving.

That's just flames. A giant flame brings out the glow of the Heavenly Wheel.

Mira also mocks it with the power she inherited from her father and the speed she inherited from her mother. Be free, at will, but be ambitious and powerful.

Free wind more than anyone, more powerful than a mother cat.

Spontaneous movements are difficult to capture now, and I don't even see Xena's vision of spears holding it back. But no doubt Xena, one by one, was shrinking the distance.

And Mira hasn't grabbed a definitive winning chance.

Differences in reach, and only for triumph with shame and outrage, don't even get a decision shot at her hitting the run.

Two huge talents. The things we carry together are not as willing to retreat as they are. Defend the pieces or protect the collection. Pierce love or be proud. There is no difference there.

There is no such thing as a priceless hand reaching for victory. Because the woman who dances and the woman who wears them are both beautiful and full of passion.

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"How long will this last?"

"It's a long, too long battle"

"I thought it was a collision of talent and talent, did it turn into a collision of obsessions? The Lawrence woman is horrible for not pulling a single step on both sides. And beautiful."

The heat battle had slowly turned into a long stretch for over an hour. Many of the Lamberto, Palomides and Arcadia forces that had raised their initial voices had blurred throats and lost their voices. An instant judgment rocks the balance. The win or loss was shaking between us.

Awesome fight.

They say they're still going through this struggle that doesn't even distract them for a moment.

"It's time for a woman to carry her country."

"Is it good to bracket that with a woman?

"I excel as a person. What does that have to do with men and women?"

Skoll, Hattie, Fenris, were watching the fight.

And the word Fenris spilled was something he would never have gotten out of his mouth if he had seen this fight, which is why it was a testament left that he now feels a great deal of respect for those two in this fight.

"How would I fight?"

Lionel also recognized them as enemies. talent and effort, and the strength of thoughts. I don't know how to be alert or anything like that, but there's no way I can be chronic.

We need to regain our temper. If we get our minds together, we won't get to those two.

"For Türk, it doesn't make sense"

'As the princess said, she's strange somewhere. In the process of stretching the properties, the other elements are definitely weakened. Short-life, infirmity, delicacy, weakness and beauty are their hallmarks, and they shouldn't have the capital to burn so hard'

'But now she's antagonizing. She has the power to compare to that giant, unmatched body. It doesn't make sense, but that's reality'

"Not Turk's blood, but the other one, isn't it working?

"My father, a man comparable to Aswan Nasser. I see, like my father, I have brought mutations and taka, but there is no blood not stacked, '

"Or is it something special?"

"Isn't that funny, Laurencia too"

Gentiles from Eskendereia. They were also watching this battle in many ways. I am particularly interested in the awakening of those who inherit the blood of Mira and Türk. They are also committed to connecting blood.

"The blood of Türk, and the blood of Grevillius. The blood of a king rooted in the land from time immemorial, and the royal family of Nederks whose mother is noisy to her lineage. If Kai El Erik Grevilius wants meaning in blood again, he's special. Two different dark blood opened the door to new possibilities. You are truly beautiful. Since the first time I saw it."

Alfred expected Xena to win. It was a definitive future that would not otherwise move, and I thought it would not be taken off because I knew the two of them well. But now it's pointless, too.

Mira switches her promises to Xena, who bears Campeador, and her beloved mother, for wings.

"But that's the same for Xena. She's special again, too. Born to become the sun, he built drills to become the sun. Its efforts and readiness are still heavy"

Looking opposite poles, the roots are the same desire to protect.

"Women only show true strength when they protect, I wonder what clichéd discrimination is"

Struggle. On the ever-shaking balance, the spear explodes, and the sword dances.

Which wins, even Alfred, who calls himself the King's vessel, I can't see.

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(... I'm not kidding.)

It was an advantage. For the past hour or so, Mira has been taking advantage. As Xena, thoroughly contested, retained an advantage over her opponent an hour earlier. But I can't decide anyway. I can't stop attacking. No matter how offensive or fierce you are, the steeple is well protected.

I will never be attacked like the referee stops.

Zena's eyes, full of wounds, waited for Tiger Sight and Mira to show a gap.

(I'm confident in my health, too)

And that gut was just about to come to fruition now. Muscle fatigue I didn't normally use is more than I imagined. I managed to get to this point of deception and deception, but I was finally coming here to meet my limits. Some worlds can't be helped by strength.

Because no organism can keep going at top speed.

Misunderstanding, using change, is also a limitation. Already, Xena's eyes capture her wear and tear. Xena has one more hand at Xena and is aiming to settle with maximum firepower.

Obsession that kept snooping at the winning opportunity so far, whilst overtaking, scratching, receiving, and running, is hard on the brush tongue.

"... chi!?

Just showing a slight loosening, Xena steps in without getting lost and releases the spear. A spear of destruction that I don't even hate killing my opponent. It was a powerful spear that looked like an estard.

Mira dodges at the spot. Conversely, he rotated around the spear and approached it, and the blow of the sword was removed, but the foot moves connected from it went into his stomach.

"Damn."

Blood sprays out of my mouth with the air, but I don't want to give it back, I don't want to shake it. There are no signs of a breakdown in concentration.

Already, the damage must have accumulated considerably, but there is no sign of any falling.

(Now, my legs are scratched again. Exactly next time -)

Already, the wings are close to stirrups. I don't have enough legs left to dance.

A little sooner, if I remember this' move 'before this tournament begins, if I had the time to become proficient, would I have already settled, etc. at a time when I am being invaded by weakness. Still, it floats.

I dream of myself transcending Xena, standing in front of him, smashing his way, and going back to those days again, floating. It's a painting that's never gonna happen again, but still...

"Well, it's the last thing that's gonna change, huh?"

……

"Oh, never mind, this one's story. Can't you afford to care?

I could fly. But I didn't get it. I'm still at the bottom, he's a heavenly man.

That didn't change.

"I'm sorry, but it's time to end this!

Mira decided on her belly. There is only one way. From here on out, if we are not allowed to protect it, then at least for this occasion, this is the only place to be 'dead guarded'. Because that's my promise to my mother, and that's what I want to do.

Everything converges and Mira flies again.

"... ugh!? Fast!"

Come here, you can still dance. I can still fly. Xena marvels and engraves deep, great respect, something similar to love, on her chest. I'm sure you call this feeling your favorite enemy, the one who gives you this moisture.

"Ha ha!"

In her biggest, last predicament, Xena laughed. Bear Campeador, bear the country, and yet, it is the true sun that is the laughable measure.

A smiling blow all over his body. It's the only place. It's fast, but it's still slow. Nightmare for a few minutes from there, the moment it blossomed. There were no hands, no legs, it's still slower than that time period when I had nothing but craziness and snuggling in death.

Sometimes my eyes get used to it. Sometimes I understand the movement somewhat. But most of all, the speed drop due to wear and tear. If that's a slight or even a little bit, if you bet all you can on this, if the last run is this, you punch in together.

"Duh!?

Maximum firepower Xena can give out. I directed my best poke at the dancing Mira. I don't think about the handlers. The opponent came to decide the battle. This moment is the greatest opportunity. The end of an hour-long death fight, a winning opportunity we found each other.

The result is...

"O, Goo"

Severe painful noises and voices that don't know where they came from, leak.

"Gobble."

Spit blood. I hit him with the intention of killing him. I can't afford to stop the inches.

A dull, confident response in Xena's hands.

Everyone thought, at that moment, that it was Xena's victory. Angelm looks to Airhardt, the presiding judge. Airhardt nodded and tried to announce the battle.

"Oh, man!

Mira plotted a blood trajectory and showed the last dance as she ate a blow in her belly, which she couldn't avoid.

"Me, Mamoru!

Full blow. Xena received a sword that had been struck in the hanging without the possibility of creating a position she would receive in an unexpected counterattack. Determined death, why, can we choose a path without precedence? Now, no matter how you fall, the next game...

(Ah)

As she collapsed, Xena saw Mira's face with a grin.

That full expression tells the story that it is not a backlash of a rash, and that even when it is a confrontation, the purpose is accomplished -

Both fall and fall at the same time.

Silent venue. Everyone and he were all in confusion.

"Which win is this?

"No, winning or losing, isn't that a draw?

"It's a winning battle, right? Is there a draw?

Two people who don't move. Attention had been drawn to Airhardt, presiding.

"It was Xena who caused the fatal injury first!

"But I fell down at the same time!

"That's the evil reward of a rash."

Gradually feverish venues.

If we don't make a satisfactory ruling, it won't subside.

(If I were you, I'd raise my armament to Xena. I can reason with them, and I can take care of them for Estado. One or Campeador, one or no named girl, need to get lost, etc. -)

But Airhardt didn't say anything. Shut up, I'm staring at them.

Airhardt, who watched them carefully, smiled and pointed at them as he noticed Angelm's gaze. Good, take a look.

(... ugh!? That girl, you said Mira, there's light in her eyes. Is consciousness still there? It's the same thing you can't move. But if you're still conscious, no, but -)

It was also Mira trying to move, but she had not been able to move properly instead of standing up whether the last blow or fatigue had reached its limit again. But consciousness definitely remains. The difference is - huge.

(Xena, are you totally flying? Huh!?

I was also surprised by Mira, who remained conscious, but was still surprised by the other girl, Xena. Slowly, but surely, with the spear on his cane, he was starting to rise. You've taken that blow. Note that standing up is just an indestructible sun.

(There is a battle. Dear Airhardt, you can complain -)

A grandstanding Xena. The weight of the thing to bear, the symbol of the nation Kampeador carrying the female jewel looks up to heaven with her breasts up. That look exactly, with the winner's stuff. The settlement was obvious to everyone's eyes. I just don't hear any cheers from the Estado guy. They were uniformly, warm-eyed, watching her majesty, beautiful.

(Damn, fuck you, stupid bitch)

The good enemy was strong. Mira crawls in tears. Curse your weakness for not being able to stand up. After all, I couldn't protect one thing. That's the hard part.

"There's a battle!

Airhardt's voice roared. The venue calms down.

"The lack of combat on both sides makes this battle draw!

The moment Mira's eyes filled with surprises, a loud curse fell from the venue. Whatever you think, the winner is Xena, and the loser is Mira. If you are crawling with those who stand up, why do you say it has to be the same ruling?

A conclusion that lacked too much fairness. It looked that way to them.

"N. Shut up, Jay!

It was Zeno Sid Campeador, the same Campeador and her brother's share, who tore the hustle and bustle. Kike and the others next door have the same look.

They were convinced of the settlement. Now they thought it would be less right to treat Xena as a warrior.

"On both sides, there was plenty of fighting to see. For an hour of exhaustion, I am also proud to be in my body! Now, that and the ruling are separate. And the ruling is really right! One or consciousness could not move that much, and one or consciousness rose to a loss. Both lacked the necessary elements as samurai, and both left one to show. This is settled without a draw!

Yes, Xena was unconscious as she stood up. Her unconsciously risen thoughts on Campeador, on the nation, and on her fellow citizens are awesome. But still unconscious, it remained fading on one side.

"It was brilliant! Tribute to the death fight!

Zeno tightening. Then again, the cheer exploded. Both praise voices pour down more than in all directions. Now it's time to settle.

"Kike, you're badly wounded. Take him to a place where he can rest."

"Okay, honey"

Xeno's brother Kike rushes under Xena under his eyes in a light motion to break his shape.

Apart from that...

"Oh, you're a golden knight!

Alexis, Alfred also rushed under Mira again. Seeing her worn out and about to lose consciousness now, Alfred holds her in his arms without hesitation. You lost your fever after the death fight, its body is so cold, that's why, at least, it's about warm.

Because from now on, I can't lean on her.

"Eh heh, warm"

Just a little, lower your face, Mira lost consciousness.

"Thank you Mira. And I'm sorry."

Alfred holding up Mira. At the end of that line of sight...

"Hey, what's that big one!?

I stepped down to the venue, 'real'. The man, who took off his hood and appeared prestigious, had an awesome taste that he did not consider to be very unknown. Everyone loses his voice and has eyes everywhere, so special that he is equipped with the power not to say whether or not he is.

"Mr. Kyle, get me Mira."

"Oh, thank you. And then I'll take over."

A man who corrects his spine and takes care of his daughter.

"... oh, you know, the man"

Estaard, the force shivers. They resembled the monster who crushed Dino, our Lord. And just now, our daughter's edger drew from our own hope, Campeador. There is something. Maybe he's in person.

The survivors of the Ostberg heavily armed infantry also had nightmares to remember. The man who crushed the black steel as if it were a wooden stick.

However, there were those who were pointing at different colours, different from them.

"Ka, Dear Kai El!

Its' reunion 'with them and Kyle also changes the world.