Tower of Karma

Alfred, who had already decided to win out, stood on stage in a way that would accompany Airhardt's "afterglow". Against is Gallias' brain, Lydiane. It's not fair that I don't do anything, at least make it busy.

Extra large strachez.

It was a huge board game that drew a simple line to the stage and treated humans there as pawns. Nico Airhardt explains the rules with a full smile.

Lydiane is also Norinoli.

The faces on the board are also super luxurious. The beginning and end of being even heavenly lions, sword saints, black knights and black wolves. Claude and three other dignitaries, Zeno, who were originally to participate as fingers. If it looks good because it's big, I'll even line up with Kyle, the kike of forced participation.

It is Alfred and Lydiane who direct such faces.

Incandescent game development.

Both sides, luxurious faces were taken for hot command. Repeat. When Sylvie and the Black Wolf, who didn't understand the rules very well, bumped into each other, they were about to cut themselves together and become a bloodshed. Don't tell me the smile was about to disappear from that airhardt as well.

And the result...

"White, Lord Lydiane's victory!

Lydiane won out of hand.

As the cheer poured, all their gaze on the board was directed at Alfred the loser, not the winner. It was a good battle, they can't help but notice that they are samurai and generals with a smile that echoes and responds to cheers.

I wonder where it came from, and Lydiane didn't just laugh in the back of her eyes with a grin, but with an inquisitive light.

Single-handedly, it is the most beautiful endgame diagram for Strachez. An aesthetic created by the best battle of incandescent, fleshy and thin ice control.

"Angelum, what do you think of him?

"... Master Lydiane also let go of all her exhilarating hands because of the pastime. That's the same for Master Alfred. I guess we should see that as a result, more than we didn't see any obvious loose ends. If you think about it normally."

"Normally."

For the first time in a long time, Airhardt laughs when he sees Angelm as a black knight.

A world I don't know about. It is quite an interesting circumstance for him to become like this, which nevertheless placed his full confidence. It's just a strong board game, or...

"Can you win?"

"I didn't see the bottom, but if you've got ten fights, experience, and you've been filled with gaps between people and pawns, or you'll lose,"

"I mean, you can win now," he said?

"Well, what do you think"

Only ten fights. That's all I can shoulder. It's an exaggerated assessment in view of his performance, but I can at least guess that's never a challenge if you look at the general of their class, his complexion.

And on top of that, he also glanced at his complacency that he would never lose within ten wars. Differences between war and board games, differences in experience.

I know you had a close experience, but it's not a real fight no matter how close you are.

"Ugh, it's still not going to be easy on that one's wishes"

The words spilled by Angelm disappear into the void.

Now, I don't even know the man standing next to me.

I know who I am and who I am.

"Well, for the fun of it, thanks to those two"

The venue is already busy thanks to two good cheers. The stage moves to the top of the line with Silvi and the others applying for another rematch to Wolf on their asses.

"Me, I don't know him well, but he's been doing Strachez, too?

"That can't be right. I want you to make an intelligent statement, no matter how many former royalties you have."

"But just being smart explains it. Getting that much strength takes a lot of consideration. Because proficiency always requires consideration for anything."

Cres and Bardovino only know his itinerary in the story. And Ivan. In it, he can't peek into his head about what he thinks.

But there are those who know it.

"You have to do it in your head. I don't know how long that's gonna take to prepare a 'board', but I said I'd play with the pawns side by side every once in a while if I wanted to."

"You think I'm pointing it in your head? And at the same time?"

Was it your first ear? Ivan also gives a surprise look.

"At first they were playing with memories, Garias and the chess scores they got all over the place, but they cut that off, and then they started playing with different shapes themselves. At first, they pointed to ten panels simultaneously, but when they did, they said they could turn them at twenty, thirty, and now at the same time at a hundred."

Various black stars appeared in the narrative.

"... I don't care how much you are."

"He remembers everything about it. Beyond framing, board games are a battle to remember and think of how many attempts you can make, and how appropriate they are. Then he's the strongest. At least, no one can beat that guy who has stored enough knowledge to fight. If it's an equal fight."

The breadth, depth, and instantaneous power of thought. Everything is a monster of different dimensions.

There are limited opportunities to use such arithmetic power in this world, but if there were an environment in which that ability could be fully demonstrated in another world, that monstrosity would invite him to be higher and more solitary than anyone else.

"I'm not the only one who's ready to push through the fact that his martial arts are heterogeneous or that only he can step into 'that realm'. His mind is just abnormal. All that computational and parallel processing power. Even in battle, he can cut and think."

Even if the body is mediocre, the contents are overwhelmingly extraordinary. If the times had been different, if there had been a more advanced civilization, his assessment would have, moreover, risen to a dramatic point. Although no one can demonstrate it.

"If our thoughts are a single tree, he's a forest. Besides, it's a deep, dark forest that still grows. Knowledge du, like Schwartzberg,"

his bigoted intellectual appetite. The collected information is further divided from the branches and linked to another tree. Brains that don't stop thinking, even when you want to rest. That's already become a habit. It's a habit. His, shaping people.

So strong. He is undoubtedly the strongest in that he thinks.

In a shimmering atmosphere, two men came in at the same time.

To its presence, the air, gradually, is overwritten -

By the time we got on stage, everyone was sure it would be the best show ever.

The two males lined up, overwhelmed by the atmosphere.

Black wolf and black silver lion. Monsters stare at each other.

○

In great cheer, both move out at the same time as the signal.

The first consternation is each other's first speed. I pop up at a speed that I don't think is the same person. The second time, I visited during the moment. From the startling first speed, to the outward divine speed. Run from zero to Max, faster than anyone else, and get there faster than anyone else. In that realm, there were two.

"... you're strong"

"Ha, do it!

First hit bump. We were more responsive to each other than we could have imagined. Two people who really punch in and have little experience of antagonizing. It would be the first of its kind if it were the same generation.

Finishing their greetings confirming each other's specs, the two distance themselves and move out without trying another assembly again. Now, in addition to speed, get creative.

"... this is"

The samurai who watched the game, those on a certain level, are still stunned. These two acted in exactly the same way, almost simultaneously. Perhaps that move, which will be the first to be tried in action, is a feint using atmosphere, killing.

Plus a normal feint, and Baldovino looks like Kaya.

"In just one day, are you absorbing it already"

"Monsters."

"This is Rionel Girarde."

"Here we are, Fenris Gank Strider"

The growth rate is unusual. There would also be this special environment, but before and now the Games had increased the force entirely to someone else. No longer will anyone see them as young lions. They were totally, reaching. of the apex, to the realm of competing for the hegemony of the Wu.

"What could be so elevated without war?

"... maybe the other way around. The absence of war allowed me to hone my purely one-on-one struggle. Many versus many, by war, do you mean that there are too many impurities in measuring things called martial arts"

"How many people in this venue can fight them?

It was the fat ones in the eyes who were beginning to think so, which should determine the culmination of the young, perhaps not when they saw their battle full. Alfred vs. Orphe's bloody stinking battle, Xena vs. Mira's female jewelry duel. Skilled moves vs. ultimate talent. Wolf vs. Wolf. Yesterday's Four Wars, it was all something that didn't make me feel old.

Now, I'm just overwhelmed.

"Shit, he's a smart bastard"

"Temeye is a simple fool!

The defense, which also crossed the feint, Fenris took the advantage. He also begs for teachings from various warriors as the prince of the mercenary state. Various, not even small, moves were taught.

That's why we can also handle advanced fights that say we use our heads to move our opponents.

The opposing Lionel pulls his hand from the battle to say he moves his opponent without any hesitation, the moment he understands his loss. Later, let him hit it, switch to the counter where he hits it, and include the punch that Fenris thought came in, after seeing it all, and then scratch it, and even counterattack it.

"Lionel's super reaction!

"I wouldn't have been able to handle it at that time before."

"You can win where you can. Good flow, Lionel."

The samurai of Garias, beginning with Lancelo, were staring at their future with hot clothes. A special one that finally showed up to Gallias as well. He would naturally reign in the realm of the giants called the apex.

That's how I was born. It was given to me by God.

Two geniuses carrying fate.

"Ha, wow, but I'm confident in the speed of the reaction too!

Fenris will also be matching the counter with that of Lionel. Extreme conditions to the point of horror. And yet, a miracle that we both say zero bullets.

A miracle is selling very cheaply. I guess even a miracle for a regular person is only natural for them.

"And the speed, I'm up there!

Scratching a sword trident, Fenris finally hit Rio nel with a kick worth a thousand gold. Up to this point, it was an attack felt in an hour or two, but not even three minutes have actually elapsed. That said, one effective hit in three minutes, and the sword has no sign of hitting, and finally a kick and stuff.

Being antagonistic at too high a level and above all -

"A?"

We were both showing an unprecedented concentration here. So...

"I'll kill you, Cass."

Front kick from motionless. I used it a lot during the chimps, the guts to punch it in in this situation. And it blew him away with every cross received by Fenris' two swords, accompanied by a weapon with a combined offensive and defensive power: a thick sole.

"Te, Mee!

"I'm the power. And speed..."

Super acceleration of Lionel. A penetration that also boasts that speed is above itself. But...

"Get well... you're not on it!

An angry Fenris forces her body out of a disadvantaged position and makes it look super accelerated in the same way as it is. Because of the speed ranges beyond each other's assumptions,

"" Death Neh!

Soon after we wave our swords, we reach the same point as each other. The head that could be shot at zero distance, the strong recoil hitting each other in the forehead, whatever, stood on the spot with each other.

"Ha! The secret weapon of the superpower Garias? It's no big deal. Die in secret."

"I'll kill you, you fucking worm! Above incompetence, only a prince can speak. Then a third class nation like Valhall can also know the bottom. Get back in the wild, dog."

On the spot, after a bad rumbling, they both pulled their heads at the same time and slapped in with all their strength again as they were. A tenacity of intentions that transcends ugliness.

"Temeer, I won't tolerate bad language, but bad language in the country is the death penalty on the spot, bogus."

"Let's not. Cunt dog. Arcadia says that Valhall can knock his mouth off anyway. What do you know about Garias?

"Temee is what you know about Valhall. Huh!?

Super close range, now the two to start a meeting. Fast, fast, strong. Every time I punch in, the vibration passes to the bottom of my belly. It's a tiny analogy, but it sounds like a cow clashing together chunks of iron, not humans.

It overlaps and makes you wield your soul.

"The denominator is tiny!

"I guess Temeer and the others lost to Arcadia because it didn't come with quality over quantity!

"I'm sure Temeer's country has lost without a leak, too, Birdhead!

"If I win, it's a good story."

"You're dreaming, what can only one person do?

"Ha, Temeye knows the bottom, too. You can't even dream. He's not standing here!

The tension, the pressure, the victory...

"What dreams does Temeer, weaker than me, have? Cunt Dog"

Lionel Girarde.

"Become," he said.

He had plenty of energy. I thought my best potential was pulled out. For a moment, but I got something like an almighty feeling that no one could beat. This is the realm of the Father, the strongest realm. I felt like I had gotten there, but there was another one there for some reason.

And for some reason, the man can only see his back. Before, I can't reach it.

"Thank you, Cass Dog. You're my stepping stone"

talent. Between those who have come ravaging with it before. There was no superiority or inferiority attached. But at last, the equilibrium broke and it became obvious.

"I am the son of Wolfgang Strider!

"I don't know, who is he?

Whoever possessed the strongest qualities - was Lionel.