Tower of Karma

"- The stepping in is huge. Half a step, keep it down."

"Yes!"

First Prince Alfred had a sword archery on Third Prince Baldur. A few days after Alfred became in charge of the evening, the result was this archery, which gradually broke down in a meal where there was no incident at one time and no blood to see.

A form in which Alfred took on the suggestion from Baldur with pleasure. Promise in the Half Lord. Due, other princes and some wild horses decided to pack it, but we both cross swords without much concern.

"Fast wrist return. What a waste of power. More storage."

"Yes!"

This was a well-known fact, but the third prince Baldur was just a descendant of the immovable Baldias, his only lineage, and showed a higher aptitude than the other two in terms of martial talent.

In fact, swordsmiths that may work in action at this young age will be heterogeneous in the same generation.

"Yeah, good muscle. And then there's the feeling, the feeling of slowing down the sword, feeling the iron. Yes, at that time, shake it here!

"... ah"

Sharp sword flashes. This power, sharpness, is no longer the sword of a child.

"That's good. Come on, let's continue."

"Ha, yes!

Many spectators think that's right, Master Baldur. There's no question that he's actually at a high level, and that's true.

But...

"That's amazing. Cornelius. Baldur, that's so cool!

"Oh, yeah, Emanuel."

With that said, Cornelius was feeling uncomfortable. He was also fixing martial arts hundreds, swordbow spears at a high level, although not as good as Baldur. If it's just the overall power, the prodigy who snuggles Baldur, that's why I know.

(It can move at a much higher level than usual. No, is it being moved)

I can see that Baldur's movements are becoming more sophisticated and enhanced than they were at the beginning of the audition. I'm not doing anything I can't possibly do. To the best of my ability, I'm drawn out.

"Hey, Palom, it's just like when you did it."

"... right. Then I'm sure His Highness Baldur can't help but have fun right now. I can see that I am acceleratingly stronger. His Royal Highness Alfred strikes here, stomps at this time, and all movements are intentionally and unconsciously optimized."

"Well, I guess it's a premise that there's a stretch."

"No one is more extreme than that."

"Hmm, I can light it up."

"Mr. Lamberto didn't say he was."

"... it hurts my heart"

(I didn't even say it wasn't)

Cornelius listens to the conversations between the two warriors who also participated in Olumpia and grasps the situation. In other words, he guides his opponent to the optimal motion as he performs and receives the Baldur sword without interruption.

Then there is a tremendous opening between him and ourselves.

"... with the blood of Lewis and Taylor, why is such a masterpiece born?

Blur and crushed words. The volume was not even audible to Emanuel, who was shining his eyes next door, but he caught a glimpse of his perseverance as the only prince in this country to inherit royal blood.

Baldur was also in a strange sensation that he was not himself. It's overdone, definitely the most moving thing I've ever done. It feels like you're walking all you can in a mighty chase. Now I'm in the wind. I feel like I can go anywhere.

More, more...

An admiring audience to a sword that doesn't seem like a young boy's sword.

Theresa could not forbid the war after seeing how it was going. I was more stunned by this anomaly than anyone else because she is the mother and samurai who sees his son's sword the most and grasps his strength, and in the arms of the First Prince, who is pulling it out, I remembered in awe.

Two young swords, cheering for that exchange.

"More, more!

Baldur makes every effort to move ahead. There are no limits. I was in that mood.

"But there are limits. All of a sudden, they're coming."

Palom smiles. Look at him the same way I was a while ago.

(That?)

Baldur visioned the high wall in front of him. I don't feel the chase wind until earlier. I feel dizzy about its thickness and height.

Instead, he started to retreat.

"You pulled too much because you have good muscles. Well done, for now."

At that moment, Alfred's sword scratched Baldur's sword and was gently attached to his neck muscle. As a matter of course, the archery became extremely light.

Naturally, there is a difference in power. No surprise to those who saw him in Olumpia, but shock still to those who do not.

"Oh, thank you"

I didn't realize it in an excited state, but my strength was already at the bottom and standing was also at last. I'll gently support you where you're about to fall, Alfred. Baldur broke up with him just a little happily. From a standpoint, I couldn't put it on the table, but I've always liked spending time with my sweet brother, Alfred.

"Really good muscle. You're a mentor to my mother-in-law."

"Not yet. I can't move my legs anymore."

"You'll soon have your strength. Now it's good enough to solidify the foundation and let the correct motion creep into the body. Even if you can't work out, it just inhibits growth."

"Is it?

"You don't have to rush. Let's work out slowly. I'll help you whenever I can."

"Ma, will you arch again!?

"Of course. Half the blood is connected. Don't take it personally."

Alfred smiles and strokes Baldur's head. Baldur blooms a smile he has never shown in the royal palace. Theresa sighed, but dared not pinch her mouth. It is better to continue our relationship with the monster, the First Prince, than to hobble here.

If you want to be high as a samurai, mimic that one most efficiently.

Yes, she understood.

"Oh, my God, I thought you weren't feeling well because you had a cane on you."

"A gentleman has a stick. I'm dressed. Well, it's a must for mountain climbing, and it's really convenient because it can support you on a ship."

Out of the audience, it was Lamberto, a synchronization, that approached. They are approaching with a smile, but the atmosphere is not calm at all.

"When you reveal yourself, give me an audition, too."

"Uh, I'm tired."

"Because it's good to be one. Please, our Lady Alfred."

"... I have no choice."

Has it gotten ridiculous to hang out with Lamberto, whom Alfred admitted to the challenge?

I'm just going to put an archery on you lightly, but if you get to this level...

"Hang in Ray's name and end with a special blow"

I'm not playing.

"You're superior. The distance between me and the top now, let me measure it."

The lambert forms a half-body. The lower body is as light as a cloud, then the center of gravity goes down. Gapless structure, as strong as ever one-on-one.

Alfred took his place. The presence of the Lucitanian stream. Divine speed, an unstoppable sword in your eyes is the sword moves of the Creed. Even if you know the drawbacks, it's definitely a threat. The invisible sword, the fast and strong sword, is extremely troublesome after taking measures.

The moment they took the stand, the atmosphere of the place tightened at once. Yet the atmosphere is like a battlefield, Lambert's face has no usual teared look, and Alfred's face has the usual smile sticking to it, but the atmosphere is distinctly different.

Poke versus stay together. Together, speed is flavorful.

(Ha, just let me out to the rainbow. Well, even this gold is superior. I think my eyes are crushing. All right, remember what it felt like then. Plus, get a flying eagle with that guy back then. All of them, get them on, poke them! the best I can do right now)

The ideal poke the rainbow monster showed. And a flying poke beyond the ideals shown by blind spears. To the penetration that he showed himself to the wolf, laying them on top of each other, to further heights -

Often.

"Come."

It was an instant offense. Fastest poking with further evolution. Divine Speed's Accommodation accordingly. The two intersect, and not long after they blinked, they coincided with the settlement.

"... it's still far away"

"... it's getting stronger."

The poke blushes his cheek, and the sword is attached to Lambert's elbow. If it was in action, the poking would come off, and the living together would be in the form of arms that had been broken.

Is there still room for inches that can be stopped? In the first place, the speed of living together is less important than the fact that the poke has been diverted.

"Damn - let's go, Palom. Lost. Lost."

"I lost, so I'll buy you another drink."

"... it's a long way from conditioning it later. Well, that's good."

It was a lambert that quickly wrapped its tail around it and dispersed, but those who watched the attack could not even speak up. Only a limited number of people were able to see Olumpia, and even those who watched were feeling mahi. Shining monsters, on that stage, top-notch in the country just out in the main battle. The collision between the man who roared the wolf and the winner, even though he lost the first round, was a shock to even a light skirmish.

"... like Palom, I should have gotten out ready to be ashamed too. If you are a warrior. The difference between those who know that place and those who don't, it's bigger than you can imagine."

Balthazar, a giant warrior synchronized with Lamberto and Alfred, was wrapped in great regret. Even Lambert, who thought he wasn't so far away, is far from it, and his back says he's still in the process of evolution.

A sight where everyone would feel something if they were samurai.

"... monster"

Once again, I learned the weight of its winner, the tournament that determines the strongest in the world, albeit with age limits. I learned about the thickness of the participants. Indirectly they know the size of the world.

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"You were fast again, poking"

I spoke to Lamberto, where Palom is the loser.

"Ma'am. Well, it's only been six months. I'm not so sure I caught up with you."

"But I felt pretty close."

"Well, you're getting close."

"You're a confident man"

"You're not. I didn't get close. He's approaching."

"... No way. It seemed perfectly complete to me."

"Including during the audition, I barely moved my most seriously injured knee. I'm just making it up to you and making it look good. Don't tell anyone, Palom. Probably gonna have to hide it through."

"It may not heal," he said.

"It's been six months. If it's just an injury, you can see the signs of comfort."

The two pressed silently. The price of the victory, that rainbow produced a miracle, but that miracle took much away from the genius. And he understood it and still wanted a miracle. What for, the Lamberts still don't know. I can imagine.

The prodigy, who became the strongest of the generation, had lost his wings unknowingly. By his own will, he abandoned it. If they understand that determination, the weight of preparedness, even in shards, they will do exactly what they need to do.

At least to reward that readiness.