Tower of Karma

"... is better than listening,"

"It's not the same as a battlefield twitch, what, this, this feeling of bothering"

Baldovino and Cres could not forbid a war when they saw a monster that was heterogeneous, yet not inferior, compared to the Inhumans of the past.

Apart from how much strength can be exerted on the battlefield, how many stars have shined brightly in the past, fulfilled in pure one-on-one?

I can't find any comparative material. The heterogeneity is too high.

"Excellent"

Ivan was filled with joy. His realm, the frontier, which supposedly brought down Schwartzbard's warcraft, Aswan Nasser, who had listened only to the story. It was unimaginable. I can't even compare one to another on my own little scale. To the joy he trembles.

"So, are you okay?"

"It can't be okay. Just make up your mind. before time."

Athena looks worried, and Corsair wishes him well as he distorts his face.

If you imagine what happens after this, you can't raise your hands and rejoice.

'Let me rub your chi... but even for the second time, you're beautiful. The light of the rainbow that destroyed my father, that monster. That's my turn, it's brighter than anyone!

"As the same warrior, there are complicated thoughts,"

"Still invisible, not even the path to follow by the National Guard"

The men of Eskendereia had finally revealed the colour of relief in the flight of their own representative, National Guard Alfred. I don't want you to lose with them. I feel beneficial. I want to walk with him forever. That is the undisputed truth.

But that's as long as he shows his power as a national guard.

'Come on, let me see you win. And I'm going to repeat your world, right?

It is the victory, and it is the strength, that the people of Eskendereiah follow.

Therefore, without victory here, there is no king's way.

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"Are you done yet?

I said what I said earlier, this time to myself. However, now incomprehensibility is more a prerequisite to a situation than humiliation. But I can't turn my head at the heart. Pain runs through your whole body. This much movement and not even catching up with understanding can be described as a true predicament.

"Ha, not yet."

Now it was my turn to be strong.

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Every time I exhale, it tastes like blood. My eyesight, my head hurts. The joints have a fever and the severe pain runs just a little shaking. Again, it wasn't a good force to use a lot.

Weak bugs rush to every corner of your mind. I can't see the winning eye. Keep going, I don't feel like I can break that guy down. Because so much, the sword is different.

Fenris strikes without interrupting his hair. I'm still overwhelmingly faster myself. But he's fast, fast again, too. The underlying specs rise and make me painfully wonder if the regions are so different in the same speed range as they approach. Even though I still say I'm overwhelmingly faster at this, an unusual prefetch of accuracy, a move out as if I'm even making a shortcut. A move to delay this sword while doing it will also come out at the same time.

Until just now, I would have turned around, and I was still faster. I was able to get past everything with speed. Now, the slightly narrowed speed difference, coupled with an increase in the number of bills on the other side due to the improvement of the opponent's base spec, continues to be a distorted equilibrium.

(I'm under pressure right now, right?

Violent attack by overwhelming speed. Alfred can only groan as he retreats. Obviously, it's Fenris pushing, and it's Alfred pushing.

However, even though his expression is always coloured and pressed with a gentle grin, there is never any sign of collapse.

(My offense is working, right?

Take it while pulling. It looks like a powerless sword, and half of it is actually a sword of reception only to distract the orbit of Fenris' sword. But the other half was a powerful sword of attack while pulling.

This appropriation really adds to the annoyance of this man.

A strong recoil that suddenly returns to your hand. If you are alarmed, you must be alert to the power that may shake you, but half of it will create a gap with your next hand if you strike in with the sword of the stream as much as you want. He cut the numbness and punched in some of the contenders, but was spared the whole thing and created a predicament on the contrary.

I don't see why you can strike a powerful sword while pulling in the first place. I don't see why they can read this move at this stage in front of them. I don't know the moves produced from his sword. Even now...

"Nha!?

You're in a hurry.

We should have hit each other with a sword, but we're floating in the universe. What the hell can I do with a sword meeting and do something like throw moves? Soft, thrown to envelop. Maybe that sword is a creature of a different will from him.

The more I thought about it - the more I wanted to think about it, the difference it made in moves.

"Hehe."

"Smile. Eh!

Above all, it is his grin that hurries Fenris. Having hurt enough to just watch this game, it has led to the same realm. It is only with knowledge that there is a difference between him and his frontier, and the wear and tear should be at least the same. No, it was even possible that Fenris was higher for the original sturdy amount due to the difference in the underlying specs. If so, he must suffer again, too.

Like I am now.

(What's the difference!? Me and him, what? Is there an easy way in or something? Right. Uh, there's no way you can afford that. It's warlike, it's deceptive on the ferocious side, but it hurts enough to throw it all out right now. You and me, if you're not, there you are. Then there's no point in me winning right now. If it's not, the limit is already -)

A swing back to power beyond its limits. Screams from the body tree spirits all over the body. Stop it, give it up, make it easier, cheaper anyway, all kinds of sweet words go through the back of your brain.

The more I think about it, the dotsubo - I don't see a way to win. I was losing sight of how I had won in the first place, what my sword was like, and what my heart was about to break. I wonder how much it's worth to me on the things I've piled up, on the roads I've climbed.

Have I followed the right path?

Confusion calls for stray, stray calls for further confusion. vicious circle, only for a short time when the distance was vacant, but in their sense of time they went on a grand tour for quite some time.

"There's a gap."

The enemy was not a man sweet enough to miss that gap.

A sharp thrust, a sword of a thrusting specialist, a man's hometown, rushes like an even more brushed up. If you get aggressive, you are forced to retreat, and if you attack, you are the closest Fenris, but if you turn to receive, you do not possess any special skills other than physical ability.

(Bad!?

The hunch is medium. Naturally, Alfred suppressed his sword with his own sword, the opposite of the one he had played in the receiving, from standing around to seal this acceleration, and set his one hand free without defensive means at a moment, zero distance.

Normally, we can't do anything about each other.

This is his territory. A very small time when a sword can't even get in.

"Oh, no."

Stand up, fist. Fist punch with momentum.

As if he had decided to do this from the beginning, relentlessly, Alfred blew Fenris away. He could not produce enough power to fly out of the stage, but his spiraled fists were sufficiently destructive to break his broken heart to leave Alfred with a definite hand.

(Yabe, win, hey)

Fenris looks up to heaven, dancing in the universe. Hatefully clear, the same color as that guy's blue. Today's sky doesn't suit me.

That man is the one who deserves it. It seemed like the world was saying that, and I couldn't help but want to see that back.

I hated him, I hated him from the bottom of my heart, and as a father, he was one thing I didn't deserve respect for.

(Fuck you. -)

As a warrior,

Temeer doesn't look like that.

It looked brighter than anyone else. Many of the martial arts traditions I heard from my fellow mercenaries were incredibly brilliant and made me proud to be my son, the self, to the way the mercenaries of Hundred Wars Abrasions spoke proudly.

Belly, but still, at the bottom of my heart, I think so.

He was a pride of the warriors and a proud father to himself.

As a warrior, though.

(Laugh, like always. Laugh it off, just like you. Shit or shit, Temeye is a mercenary king. Those guys, they're the best of the big dumb bastards. So you don't look worried, like such a normal father. It doesn't look good.)

What Fenris cannot forgive is that he gave up. I wanted you to keep fighting as king of the warriors, keeping your martial arts tradition. I want to condemn my father for not being able to do that, and I even think I hate the world for not allowing it.

The end of the warriors who lost their way, I've seen many.

(Uh, shit)

With them fighting, Sambalt changed his name to Valhall and survived. There was a sign saying Wolfe, so old Sambalt, who lacked national power, was able to overcome that turmoil. Even now. As a sign, even in his absence, he reigns, so he can't easily get his hands on it, or cross equivalently in the world.

Because they were there, because there were warriors, there are now. Even now, what can you say you can do without a warrior? Negotiation One, why are you fooling around when you say you can't go ahead and use the name of the loser you make fun of? The warriors.

All the people who are not prepared to risk their lives, who cannot fight, blame them.

Such humiliation could not be tolerated. I resented the weakness of my fatherland, which I could not live without cutting them off. Above all, I hated my weakness, unable to support one thing at that point.

"... if you're going to tell people, you're going to have to try it first."

Fenris laughed. Fluffy and standing up, he joins his broken heart and strengthens and laughs. If you want your father to laugh, show him yourself laughing too. I don't want to be just an elephant to say. I will put it into practice. Fight and show.

And let us love only those who have spoken of their backs.

"Damn father denied it. I gave up. There's no way out of here. Crushed by the course of the times. I deny it. Hey, we're not done yet, man!

Unexpectedly, he found his way. The way of the warrior, the way of the mighty. The path his father frustrated and the world denied. Still, it should be noted that he decided to go that way. My father and mother have educated themselves not to do so, now I finally know. My father, who considered it a negative effect, had distanced himself, and my mothers had forced me to 'study', all in order to adapt to the new world.

That was their love.

But Fenris denies it even. The knowledge gained shall be utilized. Get the talent created by the new era active as well. I just don't stop fighting. Find a way to keep fighting. I won't stop being a warrior's country. Only those who can fight will stand on top.

That's not just arms.

If the world is to be complicated, warriors should also diversify. If the sign that holds them together is the strongest Old Type Warrior.

Be the king of the mighty, the warrior.

Fenris stopped thinking. All I can do now is get even faster and smash through the small work. It is not thoughts that are missing. Readiness and speed.

"Warriors don't end! As long as the world goes on, there's a fight there! The battlefield won't go away, even if it changes its shape! Temeer and the others are scared next time! We'll attract the flow of time. I win, I win! If you can't say you're strong or anything, you're done!

Fenris showed unprecedented acceleration. Difficult foolishness. That's why I also have a visible back. Acceleration acceleration acceleration acceleration acceleration. Humanity's fastest and strongest disease. It may be an illusion, but I finally felt beyond the back that I had been looking at my father for so long.

"... would be good. Then I'll finish it again with my hands. The time has not come for war to contribute to the world for some time. I won't let you come. As long as I reign as king!

Interception is a rainbow monster who looks around the world and devours a wide variety of experiences. An all-powerful king holds back a warrior king.

"Say it after you reign! You prodigal bastard!

"What's wrong with talking about a confirmed future?

Same painting as before. I was wondering...

"If you look at heaven, you'll lose your foot."

"Huh!?

Speed and force. Forced, torn alive.

"Finally, the iron is strong, beneath the mask."

With a strong blow, the grin disappeared from Alfred's lagging face for a moment.

"... it's gonna be expensive"

Choice forced to shred due to spec differences. A sword that stripped the opponent of his room and created backsliding, not retrogressive, to calculate. But the price is huge. Too, too big.

"Do you laugh too?"

"Same as Temeer."

Full creation of each other. It was way beyond its limits.

Alfred has twice in the past cut and sold his future on this frontier. Already, there is little future left to cut and sell. Full of creativity from the beginning.

Now, I only stand with my strength anymore.

Fenris had exceeded his limits for two consecutive days. Besides, I just stuck both legs in an area where only one leg was immersed. The rate of depletion has not been comparable before.

A second is far away.

This is where their battle was no longer in comparison to their moves or competing physical abilities.

"Su, wow"

Do your best. This is a heartbreaking battle.