Tower of Karma

Lionel vs. Bardovino. Although Lionel had an advantage in the evaluation of Shirai, the contents of the game presented a look that overshadowed the lower horse review from the beginning.

"Gu!?

"What's up? Are you on 'Which'?

A shadow approaches Lionel's body. Turn your face toward those who thought you would come, but there is no shadow or form there. The signs overlap, drive the sensibilities crazy, and...

"Stand up, you're gonna die"

A sword stretches from an unexpected direction.

If the average person sees it, it rather looks like Lionel is making strange moves. Looking over, I don't see why he makes such a bloody move. But for those with experience in the battlefield, beyond a certain level, I could understand him, the man who said Valdovino, operating everything.

On top of that - the more experienced you are, the more afraid you are of him.

"... what the fuck did you do to me!?

"Nothing, I didn't do to you. That's what you're doing."

Jed Campeador's secret son, Sans Ross. The flashy standings so far had completely disappeared, and now exactly he was showing his true worth.

Though few can understand it.

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I felt uncomfortable from the beginning.

Ever since I abandoned my flashy outfit like before and appeared in a boneless, plain light outfit, the likes of the man's aura were unnaturally thin and I couldn't feel the shards of the fighting spirit. Even just before the start of the game, the temper of a man lurking the ringing.

By the time I finally realized it, it was tangled up during the opponent's surgery.

"Bullshit, kick it!

"From the side, you're the one who's kidding"

The way Baldovino fought would look like a solid battle plain and unflashy on the face of it. Too pale a boring way to fight for an audience who was shown an hour of earlier de flashy battles. Tasteless and odorless without amusement.

Except for those who face each other, though.

"Again!?

Where Lionel waved his sword, there's nothing. His gaze was the other way around, but the center of gravity of his body was this way, and he felt the killing was directed from the direction he waved his sword, the left side. The gaze is feint, and fate, judging it a punch from the left, is brilliantly thrust the other way.

"No art. Don't you learn, beast?"

I wouldn't even have made it to avoidance in such an unscrupulous position if I had been delayed in realizing it at all to be emptied. From earlier on, this development has been going on all along. Feints with feints using the whole body and feints with kill using control of the atmosphere. Combine the two to confuse Lionel's judgment.

The correct answer is far away.

The more I think about it, the farther back I am in formal clothing.

"Fuck, man."

Anyway, I'm trying to force you to take a distance if you want me to.

"That's monkey wisdom. Even if you're faster on your feet, there's no way you can escape in this limited space. Young people want to chase linearly, but as long as they grasp the direction they want to escape, they can sharpen. For nothing, sharpen, this is what happens."

Though the straight-line speed is supposed to beat that of Lionel, they spot the direction of travel and shortcut it, resulting in no distance.

I don't have time to rest.

So, Lionel mimics Baldovino's feint in appearance. Let the other guy push the other way, and he manages to escape the chase.

"Tell me the direction you want to go yourself. What do you do? The martial arts are shallow. I don't have enough thought. Experience, training, everything is missing! This makes me laugh at what a superpower's secret weapon is. Things that say you know the extent of Garias!

The look on Lionel's face clouded for a moment. It was a flash, too, but seeing it also moves Baldovino a little brow.

That said, its harsh and precise attacks never cease.

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"Not so much."

So much so that the samurai of Gallias, who forged Rionel, sighed, that the martial arts even had beauty ahead of them, refined and extremely functional. Anyway, move them exactly as you think they are. It won't accumulate because even fighting it will be used.

"That's such a contradiction. Jed Campeador's secret boy was crossing with Arkland, who gained momentum in those days, and then went through the great showdown between Estado and Nederks, and he just defied the rules... and the basic specs were high."

Exactly the difference between the seasons. That doesn't make it a battle.

"If Lionel's strengths were the difference in specs, there was salvation."

"My speed, then it's nearly impossible to get away from 'look'"

"Still, if there's a breakthrough, it's the only way."

Adan, Lütes and Loran can only sigh. Though it is the wrong person to come out, I should have given you a hand that can handle that kind of evil road as well. The problem is that they are even using it.

All of them who had taught as manipulators of the battlefield had been thrust into defeat.

"... is that something that Mr. Lionel can move? I can't do this right now. What do you think of Gustav?

"I'll beat you to death without thinking about it."

"... maybe you're right in a way. You can't laugh at barbarians, Gustav."

The boy with emerald hair who emerged from the Eight Powers to watch the game was watching the battle with his squire, Gustav. It's really interesting to see the man we represent get flirted with.

If this is war, what works is about Lydiane. I can easily imagine how Galias' strengths would be emptied and reached the end of the line while being erased.

"Leverage your strengths, Lionel. All in all, he's the one going up there. One or two of the limits, if we don't go beyond it, we won't talk about it. Minimum martial arts are provided. Not like old times."

Lancelo stares straight at Lionel. I don't know what the meaning of being given the king's sword in Galias myself, the scale of the man I finally found, has been saddled for to this extent.

There is only one thing that the Innovation King wanted for Lancelo, for the King's sword.

To inherit to a being that can be a sword in the true sense of the word for Garias.

My own experience. Accumulate.

Inherit the art of surviving the death of many knights and giants.

And all of them, already poured in. All you have to do is wait for it to bud.

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Claude had a complicated look. In my mood, it's hard to forgive him for causing a huge injury to Marsus for taking care of him and taking over many generals. But at the same time, there is a sense of respect. Martial arts that read so many people, move people, and precisely sharpen their opponents. I wonder how much effort was there until I piled that up.

And the fact that so many people kept being thorough with black kids. Either he had no ambition, or the main vessel of Jed did, either way, he did not try to go out to a place in the sun. That's what gave up his name, bought his identity, and came out on the stage.

"I know how to put it on. The more painful we went through."

Less than a thousand guerrilla troops. How much he, who dares command only that, was influencing the war situation. Even if history does not speak, it remains among those who have joined the war.

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"We've heard that the second generation pointed to you more than once."

"I lost countless times on the totals. Finally, in Strachez, I let you win, but in mock warfare, you don't let me pick up wins. As a general in the field, I am the owner of unplanned talent. I just want the right amount of help from the people I serve."

"Estaard didn't have that power," he said.

"To me, I guess."

Elvira remembers the day she found out about Sans Ross. Tales brought to you by Arcadia merchants. That day I finished my argument on whether or not to do it and decided to ride it halfway. He left Estado. I want to serve those who stand at the top. That's his ambition. Not sure when that path sprouted, but that's all he wants now.

And instead of taking risks, Estaard gave up his path to the apex.

It makes sense that he left. It's painful for Estaard, but it wouldn't have been the wrong choice. He was strong. He should have surpassed the Lord's Jed in terms of his overall power and was at a level close to a giant star unlimited. But he's not a giant star. I can't be a giant star.

"He is also like me, one who stands in the midst of extraordinary and mediocre."

The edge connected by the fact that Elvira, abandoned by the martial arts, was sent to that lone island in the form of a half-defunct. Without Jed, El Sid would not have been born now, nor would there have been any Estado now.

I am in my current position because I had a different direction from the fierce sun.

But still, I must say.

"To want heaven, it's not enough. Me, him, me, I have to take command, Estaard... it's not enough."

In this world, we still need it.

The sun. In front of its glow...

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Lionel was starting to settle down wonderfully. Perhaps even if we continue to work on the blade, it will only deepen our disadvantages, and nothing will turn around. Retreat honestly when you think you can't win, or fight in the part where you think you can win. If you still can't, you're over the limit.

"... hmm?

Baldovino's sword struck Lionel's hip, which he could not cut off. Rionel 'sees' Bardovino while being forced by the sheath. The next move, at the moment of finalization, also moves Lionel. Naturally, procrastination, trying to deflect doesn't work.

More scratches. Things don't get better.

"Reaction..."

Still, Lionel thoroughly moved from 'Look'. Scratch if you say it's not enough yet. If you manage to connect, that's fine.

"- Little by little, it's a turtle walk."

The next one, the next one - believe me, you're the genius.

Believe me, I've got a pile of drills.

- Quickly.

Rionel Girarde is "Seeing". And move. That's my origin, a thing I didn't need for myself that I built up with a lot of support. But if you take in the technology poorly, but so much so that they play you - pick up your old self, but you win.

Either way, we can't make it as it is now.

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I couldn't survive if I didn't keep winning. I did anything to steal, assault, or live. Always tastes like mud, tastes like blood in your mouth. Not even half of the people I see are adults. There, it wasn't such an easy environment.

Where strong things take away from weak things.

Weak children, always the side to be taken away from.

I just happened to survive. I happen to be in good physical shape and was able to get food for my life as a gladiator. A world to be abandoned if you win.

All those who are insane in death and try to grasp tomorrow. The psyche of those who see a low-level sword fight always wants a thrill that is unprofessional and blood.

Matching demand and supply. Children who went down like borough rags without even being given shards, such as rights. I kept winning here. To live.

There is now before I win and win and keep winning. A lot of surroundings left after just one loss. I didn't lose everything because it happened to be in the eyes of the hundred generals, but I don't know what will happen in the next defeat. Also, I don't like falling over there.

If it's enough to go back there...

At first, it was a way of hitting in a way that was almost direct. That won't last long, enough for everyone to think so. But little by little, it's walking like a turtle, but without a doubt its reaction speed is increasing, and if you realize it, you start scratching it with a piece of paper.

"... monster!

There was a faint light in Baldovino's eyes to say so. I came to meet with 'real'. He turned to the stage to make sure he wasn't "real" and to the place where the "real" gathered. He also feels sorry for picking the buds of so many young people because of this untrained. Shattered my young dream. Shattered their hopes.

"Ha, uuch, old man. Temeer is more of a monster than me!

But in the end, it's only the difference between being eaten by himself or being crushed by him.

I was here, 'real'.

"Monster, huh? You'll find out soon enough, young lion. The difference between a fake and a real one. Now I still feel close because of the difference in experience, but in me and you, there is a difference between heaven and earth."

Then there would be no point in sticking around forever.

"The rest is consciousness. That man escaped from the blame when he was made aware. I'm looking forward to seeing how you choose. Alfred, son of William. Fenris, son of Wolfe. El Sid bloodline, Zeno, Xena. Break it in, you bastard king. You're real again."

Baldovino drew his sword. If it's the collapse of the stuff you've been building up, you've already experienced it three times. I realized I couldn't win unconsciously when I confronted Apollonia directly. I informally encountered Wolfe and was struck down without one working. And then I met Alfred and found out that 'real' wasn't just something that was made out of talent.

This is the fourth time I've met pure talent. Still, if you're not ready or aware like them, but still this brilliance, it'll be a reason to draw a sword.

"My loss."

"Hey, wait! I'm sure we haven't settled yet!

"I'm exposing my life to shame just standing on this spot. You can't let me through any more. That's as far as I'm concerned as you're real and settled in me that I'm a phony."

Baldovino quietly descends the stage as the audience flashes at a sudden end.

"And you can't fight any more and wake up a sleeping lion? You are the enemy. Most dangerous to my Lord."

With an invincible grin pointed at Rio Nell, Bardovino leaves.

No stray in that walk. Whether booming pours or not, I guess something doesn't even shake in him.

"What the hell, that bastard"

An unintentional settlement for Lionel. Finally, I just grabbed the thread of the offense. In the end, the situation is no different than it was before in the Battle of Alfred. I didn't think I would be able to say I would win even if I saw it. Just like that man.

I still don't know the bottom.

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"I'm sorry, Master Alfred."

"Fine. If you're convinced, it means identity fraud."

It was none other than Alfred, Ivan, who originally worked as a limb, who prepared for the tournament in the hope of Sans Ross. His hopes and 'thoughts' coincided, and the mask of Valdovino was born. I went out of my way to burn the name Suns Ross. But he said he wanted to see it up close. the difference between fake and real.

"The Kid Who Says Rio Nell, Probably Turns Next"

"No matter which one comes?

"... make a joke. You don't have to compete to know which one is coming."

"I don't know, if he had any sweetness left, I don't think we'd know the battle. He's also superior in material. So there's top notch cooking there."

"The difference between real and fake is whether it's enough vessels to carry or not. No matter how big the vessel is, it doesn't make sense if you can't carry it. If you're small, you can't bear it, if you're weak, you still can't bear it. It must be heavy, and I don't know how much it weighs because I kept running away."

"That's the same for me. Still, I just feel like I carried it. 'Real' for the first time since I really carried it off. In that sense, maybe for the first time in your life, what you call 'real' will be complete. Still on the way, you, me, everyone. The conclusion is early."

"Are you still expected of me?

"It's obvious, right? I'm gonna have you carry a little bit of it, too, because it's a stomach buildup."

"That's horrible"

Baldovino laughs bitterly. He travels another different path than El Sid Campeador, who lost his brother but carried all of Estado.

I see people and have no hesitation in keeping loads. I'm sure the times ahead from here are not light enough for just one person to bear. The time comes when only one person, three beings who say they are giant stars, Gaius, and only four of them are in charge, and many of them have to bear it. I guess the responsibility for properly allocating it rests with the king.

Having concluded that it was a fake to live in that era, I would also have to think more than live.