Tower of Karma

Ignaz just escapes. The war of the weak fighting muddy and sticky was his taste, but the fastness of the cut off when he decided it wouldn't make sense is reputable. Being ordinary, they have survived their predicament many times because they grew up looking at the back of a man who was quicker to spot than anyone else. Now the stars shining at the apex were formerly the same weak, and the experience of fighting with him at dawn was hard to replace anything.

So I ran away. I ran away without a minute's stray.

"Let's at least engage."

For once, under Gilberto's recommendation, even the weak soldiers who gave their share of the collected fled so baffled. The enemy shadow had already disappeared, but the belief was there to get as far away as possible.

"Everything is a species of life."

"I'm going to know that."

"Hmm, I'm just going to, you're still expecting yourself. Of course it's not a bad thing. In the young, in the peaceful, you should try guns. It's just a life-threatening phase, half of which leads to the death of Sugu. Engage that one? Joke tough."

Absolutely calm to dwell in Ignaz's eyes. On the battlefield, they fall out of those who lack it. It is known that the weak have burned their lives. Sometimes that will dictate the battlefield, but either way, you will be prepared to throw away stones.

And today is not that day.

"The weaker the prey, the more eyes should be forged. Run when you run. Hmm? I run away if I think. and escape and survive. Thirty-six things can't escape. A monster stands around beating himself up before becoming a monster. I'll tell you what."

The weaker soldiers pulled, the more thorough his judgment was. And there's hardly any mistake in that. Win a winnable opponent, engage while pulling for delicate occasions, then retreat.

Stay away from dangerous opponents. This is what matters.

"That looks like a monster. It's also natural. I'll run, but I'll win."

The fine difference between the strong is not something Ignaerts can observe, but if it was all that protruding, I would wear Ichii's clothes, but the lowest slaves would wear a bunch of worn out, but at a glance I would understand. It is a trick to stay away from the prince danger and survive peacefully, not just on the battlefield.

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"Do you mind?

"... isn't that good? It's almost like we're done."

"No, I thought you could have bumped him with Master Gilberto."

"I'm not his protector. We're good old together, and he has his way, he has his way of life. You're gonna be upset backwards, but you can't be strong."

Hilda laughs at the memories. I just remembered a little bit. That day, we saw one monster in the arena that we both went to watch. And then when I told Gilberto that story with alcohol. Give me that bumpy look on his face.

"Did they stop you in the first place?

"I don't think so."

"... instant gardner genealogy is sloppy"

It's a sober analysis.

"It's reasonable, but when they say it out, you're pissed. Anyway, all you have to do is hit monsters. Dimensions say we are going to set aside one beat loose. Do you understand?"

"Accepted"

"Don't you think he's gonna take a little breath?

Hilda sees the back of the enemy who let him go first without a hand. You'll never win. She couldn't even dust her mind like that when she tried to stick together with a strong temper that was quite graceful. It's not the dimension of what a man says or a woman says. It deviates from a person's boundaries.

I'm ready to go there.

For Kensei it would be a deal that he had been waiting for.

Then isn't it my job as a friend to make you meet, yes Hilda thought.

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A moment's gap. Gilberto couldn't have missed it right now. The impending flash of silver. Mira breaks in. A blow will shine. The problem is two swords. If you received the sword of Kensei, who was fit and cut off the 'dots', you probably can't stay in a decent position.

(Breathe while you can. Deep as you can. Earlier, I'll throw it away now!

Pale breath fills the gut. But...

"Huh?"

"... ugh!?

A large sword that flew between Gilberto and Mira. A shock ran between the three of them as they crashed into the stone staircase with great momentum. Before deciding what was going on, Alfred dared to roll down the stairs in an attempt to rebuild his disturbed breathing.

I took advantage of the mysterious situation that sprung up down without shame or outside hearing to get the distance.

"Don't push it. Keep that first."

Alfred smacks and coughs his back with enormous force the moment he breathes again to breathe deeply. Breathing and concentration were interrupted, but I took a breath when I saw the person poking at me.

What day is it really?

How many, immobile mountains have moved?

This is oversized among them.

"Kyle,"

"If I really think of you, I guess I should stand on that side. But today, I've decided to just stand for one. Too late, but still just as Kyle."

A man who never stood on the stage came down to the stage.

"Dad!"

"I'm sorry, Mira. I'm not even your dad today."

A giant man gently advancing through the stone steps. A monster that combines roughly everything a warrior wants.

"... the man who was in the showdown. Why did you come out now?

"I wonder why. Why, now, whoo, I think so too. I was weak. If it's true, I should have stopped it, and I could have shared it with you even if I couldn't. I'm weak. At the end of the day, I'm the weak one who can only stand to nurse."

"Then don't stand in front of me. The weak and the weak."

"Sorry luxurious swordsman. I'm weak, but that's what I'm talking about."

Kyle pulled out a sword that stood on the stone steps. Obviously a big sword, but if he had it, it would only look like a normal sword. His only sword prepared for him.

"Your body is sturdy."

Kyle penetrated. Incredibly agile acceleration from the giant body. And with this gigantic body, he runs up the stone stairs with so much horsepower beyond his imagination.

"... a lot of physical ability, but that's all"

But now Gilberto is a Kensei who reaches and transcends Kensei.

"Before my sword..."

Gilberto is lightly exposed to one swing that comes from overwhelming force and explosive acceleration. Not on the surface, not on the line, in point he takes it.

"Helpless."

Kyle looked at Gilberto with a surprised face and hung up a little.

"I see. You're strong."

…………

A sword saint that stings. That sword grabs the ultimate 'dot'.

"But I've decided to run away today, so I'm sorry to take you for an unexpected person. Let's apologize first. Forgive me, I'll break you."

A crimson atmosphere erupts from Kyle's five bodies. At that moment, the momentum that was supposed to have killed him in the 'dot' rebooted and blew with strength as it was.

"If it's a beast, I can break it even if I'm weak-hearted. My opponent is no longer funny. My opponent is about a beast. Nothing is always a battlefield. I'm diving the dead line with me. It's about Wolfgank Stryder who's ready to die on his human opponent."

My men became cushions and there was no damage to the blown gilbert. But the remnants of the unreasonable power in his hands were still instinctively alarmed, even though he lacked himself.

"There are as many beast opponents as there are. Before he was called" The King of Gladiators, "he was called" The Beast Fighter, "etc. I'm going to know how to fight an outsider, Kensei."

A wall of intent to kill that could not be exceeded by a human being. The monsters he can't compare to people in the world of struggle are opponents, so he could fight for real.

Because he shredded his sneeze with the outsiders, he was able to push the limits, as he is now, by his own will before anyone else.

"I'm sorry I'm strong."

"... tells me"

Monsters laugh at each other as they respond.

And the sword monster is deeper, and the monster beyond the beast is stronger.

Two areas collide.

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A fire that lights too few candlesticks compared to size in the room. The king, nestled in the shadows in the darkness, smiled quietly. Nostalgic temper, the strongest man I know well. I was terribly timid of losing it, and my cracked heart was too brittle for the size of my body.

But once you pick up the broken thing and you get up...

He's definitely the strongest.

"We're good old too, but we're not old enough to hide. Hey Kyle, your daughter grew up well too. I'll be able to stand without you anymore. Then it should be time for you to stand just for you. Me, Favera, your daughter, my son. You protected me well. Thank you for your friendship. That's why from here on out, you live your own life."

It was each other that was too late. There is no need to think of those who have arrived on their own. I just think it's time to move on and show. Too late hero, it's a shame to end it just by defending your strongest talents.

His force would have a tremendous impact as king of a small country.

As his father once was, he gets the role of a shield with influence that brings that area together, a balancer for Nederks and Estaard if it becomes a sword.

"The crown suits your body well"

It's not like I don't deserve a minute. He is a born king, a born guardian.

It's just a little bit that the guy got distorted. Perhaps that monster, the fierce sun, instinctively feared Kyle's presence. That's why even within Estado we had an expedition where approval or disapproval split. I fought an unreasonable battle.

"Come on, enjoy both but good. This is a reward, Gilberto."

On the dark throne, let the king roam.

"And here we go, Kyle."

They look good on stage. He is a true brave warrior unlike himself, but for that reason.