Tower of Karma

To Fenris' change, Lionel felt a bad feeling rush ahead of surprise. This is the same kind of thing that I was when I was dealing with the superior.

Fenris moves out. Red, red, pureblooded disease.

What I saw in my eyes - only remnants.

"Don't be ridiculous!

I was stronger myself.

"Bullshit...... what, this!?

I can't keep up with the reaction. Everything that had won by a marginal margin until earlier repeats itself.

"I'm strong!

The congested eye is the eye with the beast floating in the dark night. It was like a warcraft. In his red eyes, Lionel felt a strength he did not know. Something different from that man, not wisdom, not experience, not a pile. Strong because it carries it.

Compared to that weight, what's so light about yourself?

"I'm stronger!

It is no longer even a vanity. What's the difference?

Everything covers. I don't know where I stand.

"I'm not falling over there anymore! There's no way Temeer's gonna get past me if he does! Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

However, the limits still lie in front of us and prevent us from reaching where Fenris is. I don't know how to go beyond it.

I can see my back, but I don't know how to reach it.

"I can't get there alone. There's a place."

Violent serial strikes. Fast, heavy, too strong.

"Sorry, you're strong. Admit it. You're more genius than I am. But..."

Lionel turned bright white in front of him. The super reaction overheated. I can't catch up anymore.

It burned, and it no longer reacted to anything.

"Me and you, we're not on the same stage."

I watched the blade of settlement comically accompany my throat.

A reversal play that happened just under ten seconds in time. The venue was engulfed with explosive cheers the moment Airhardt, the presiding judge, announced victory or loss. A voice honoring the winner, a voice praising the strongest, not the son of the strongest creature on earth, but as Fenris Gank Strider, everyone understood him. He said he was the strongest.

"I win!

Gatspaws to those who walk together, not to the audience, but to those who are to be protected. Valhall barks. And the queen, and Skoll, and Hattie, and her men, cried out in the voice of Allah. Though only the strongest man on earth, Wolfe, kept it small and just holding his fist where no one could see it.

At the distance of his back, Lionel had no choice but to bend his knees.

Without objection, he lost himself.

"Ha, ha, watch dog, stop, I'm..."

I was dreaming. I was wondering if it could be something. But it won't arrive in the end. Same as when you were a kid, like this, just bend your knees and watch. The tower of White Asia, Turaan, envious, resentful, nothing different from those days when I was watching.

Also spilled out of my hand. Second time, this time, I guess I'll lose everything.

…………

For a moment, I got eyes on that guy. An eye that honors a good fight. Truly, for Lionel, he is a hateful man from one to ten. That and the wolf child, with the blood of the chosen, are themselves wildcats. Instead of blood books, I don't even know my parents' faces. I guess it was still a shame for me to reach out like that.

Lionel, with a dry grin, had to think so.

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Fenris, the winner, leaves the stage in response to cheer. With a nervous look on his face, he mistakenly thinks his consciousness is going to the next fight.

(My whole body is here. Shit, it sucks, I knew it, but that's it)

I just couldn't afford to smile back at cheering. I keep it to a point where it won't be unnatural, but if I distract myself at all, I'm going to scream out. The pain runs all over the body, and the moving parts are clearly suffering from a fever far from normal.

If it had been any longer than that, there probably wouldn't have been 'tomorrow'.

"Fenris, are you all right!

In an invisible place, I finally met someone I could forgive. Skole and Hattie, they are both trustworthy men, one of them a belly brother, where they made a weak noise, and they will keep it in their bellies. So...

"He said he could afford it. I'm stuck, but if I win, I'll be fine."

"Is your body safe?

"Even pimps, as you can see. I'm a little tired, so I'm gonna go home and eat and go to bed."

"Let me make a recommendation to the presiding judge. He took a day off and Fenris without a day off, he wants at least a day, two days and three days apart if he can, to make it fair."

Hattie's suggestion,

"Just kidding, Hattie. Don't embarrass me. Look, I stepped in, too, so I know. Put that bastard in the same area. In fact, when you did it with Kunitsuna, you stepped in for a second, didn't you? The fact that you can only control that is pretty much used up. Unlike my father, I don't want to be depleted. How can you tell a full, creative, poor bastard to rest before it starts!

Fenris kicks ass. The scenery I stepped into but could see through. The fact that it had been preempted, and the respect that was born of catching up. At least, his readiness and preparation were things far beyond his imagination. Without a fight with Lionel, without a fight with Skoll, I would surely have lost to him.

That's all the risk and power he's taking again.

"Leave it to me. Tomorrow I win. That's good."

"... I got it, Fenris"

Hold onto Hattie's shoulder, Skole received that strength with a grin.

"... if you win, give me something"

"Do you want to go sex?

"I don't need it. I want her more than that."

"... I want one too"

"I want it too"

"... Hinagana us"

Laughing, Fenris walks away looking for a place to rest. Are you both saying, I'm not going after that back. With ourselves, I guess we can't even rest. This strength was growth, only a little proof left of our own hands, and just a little loneliness.

Though the more than that, the more delightful it was to grow.

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The loser, Lionel, was in the sensation of a scaffold collapsing every step, step or step he took. I lost, lost, and understood for the first time. I liked where I was standing. Being a watchdog with no trouble eating, he enters and exits the royal palace and is semi-forced into and out of various things. He looked puzzled and sometimes disgusted, but learning was fun in itself.

The feeling of growing stronger was an irreplaceable pleasure.

The special treatment was pleasant. Those white towers, the days when I walked into and out of Tulane, which I admired, were not complained about, and were becoming normal.

Those are the privileges you got because you were strong, because you were expected to be talented, and if you lose, lose value, you lose things.

It would have been a good fit to crawl around freely, wildcats.

Just go back to normal. Besides, I might not have to lose my guard dog job. If it's enough to go back to being king of that spectacle hut again, that woman's watchdog is better. I don't have anything. It's not the bottom. But would it really be sweet to the point? That man, who is a great dollar, is not sweet enough to keep his worthless self at hand.

After all, you're gonna lose it, and in the midst of a grand tour of ideas...

"Oh, you're shrinking a lot. Usually it's grandeur."

"... Temeye or you came to scold me"

It was the woman who chose the path to be kept by the same man as herself who showed up. In being kept, it is making its own position immutable. She is the connector that connects many.

Unlike myself, I grew into an irreplaceable talent.

"It would be obvious. I'm here. Instead of all that you have trampled upon, I will not forgive you for what you have exalted and senselessly dispersed in strength. That's what you've always said. You forgot?

"Haha, don't tell me, you fucking bitch. I'm in a bad mood right now. We have to get out of there. We don't know what to do."

"Dear"

Lionel grabbed Charlotte's collar and slammed him against the wall.

"What do you know about me!? I was born into a nobleman, and I've lived with no freedom. You know my life, born wild!?

"You don't know. Are you now looking for more sympathy for the same path that you've been struggling with so much? That would be a laughingstock."

"I'll kill you."

"Be my guest. If you like animal paths, come back."

In Lionel's eyes, various desires were swirling. Pure killings, distorted desires, the affections that I had given up, and therefore, still distorted affections, all things swirl and shake.

Still - on the last line, her eyes, pull back.

"I don't give a shit. Killing Temeer doesn't make it worth a penny."

Lionel let go of his hand. I saw her standing correctly with her collar as if I had thought I would, and Lionel shouted. In the end, you can't beat a real nobleman.

"Oh, I was wondering if it was my corpse or this."

"Do or don't do it! What does Temeer think I am?"

"Motherfucker."

"Nice try, motherfucker."

"I don't care about you, ho ho ho"

"I'll kill you one day"

One day it won't come. I lost my right to stand near her.

"... I'll advise you idiot"

"You haven't said enough yet."

Suddenly, Charlotte turned around with a bitter smile,

"Knobless Oblige. Be aware, its weight. You won't be able to escape any longer. It's time to pay for a special treat."

"What are you talking about?

"Go ahead because it's good. I won't forget you. Your sins. From now on, no matter what happens, no matter how much it changes. This is kindness. I'm the only one who hates you."

A future not so far from where Lionel understands Charlotte's words. I still don't understand it because I'm unconscious. When he understands her words, he learns them again. the many sins you have committed, the weight of them, and the weight of the things you bear.

Because that's what 'real' is all about.

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When Lionel dived the exit of the venue, there was a flashing sight there.

Galias' elite, Hundred Generals, stands in a sloppy line, beside them also the young Junying.

As the citizens crowded far and wide with what would happen, at its centre stood Lydiane, the brainchild of the king, Loran, Lütes, Boltos, left and right of the king, and Arsene, who would take his seat on behalf of the retired Eurydice, and Lancelo, the sword of the king.

"Hi, Lionel. I've been waiting for you."

…………

What is this great trick? In an atmosphere where even public executions are likely to begin, Rionel learns once again the weight of the defeat. It can't be good luck with all these people aligning their geese necks. I don't even understand what the hell is going to happen to Lionel, who would be impeached.

What begins here? Viewing on the outer edge are the heavy towns of each country. There are also competitors there who competed with him for the championship. Both the good enemies who were supposed to compete for the championship, and the man who was full of creativity but lost, watched far away.

Something happens. There was pressure in this sight to show it without doing anything.