Tower of Karma

Claude was walking through the city of Arkas. On the road, he encountered several evacuating groups and was forced to change direction, but still continues to run. If that's what that guy really wants, let his spear fly everywhere.

The immense power I felt from afar, even the two monsters...

(... Things are so weird. The two continue to fight each other. Other almost antagonistic states. Yet upstairs His Majesty is fighting. I miss the air. I feel like a white knight before I became king, before I reached that blank. It's like when you took my revenge in Garias, woohoo -)

For a moment, Claude quickened his legs, scolding me immersed in memories.

However, although it's good that Marianne has slapped me in the butt and ran through it, the fact is that I can't imagine a bit what would happen if I broke into this phase. If you ascend as Alfred's ally and unbalance the battlefield, your opponent's movements may also change.

This strange equilibrium would easily collapse if the balance leaned either way. If the enemy forces take the option of retreating into the tower and standing, Alfred, who will probably be fighting at present, will lose his escape and be surrounded by his enemies.

Right now, I won't because I'm taking a good hit. Claude doesn't know until he believes the king will win or has another intention. But it would not be acceptable for Alfred's army to avalanche into the tower and break the one-stroke structure.

If your own existence becomes a balance breaker, can it be 'positive' to come to fruition? Still, I don't feel like stopping with my fingers around me doing nothing. If you're going to make it, you can end it with your own hands - as your son, as your brother, at least.

"I found it, it's one of a kind"

One woman stuck in front of Claude, breathing on her shoulders.

The tower is only a few miles away.

"Bear. But I don't have time for you right now."

Claude kicks her arrival in earnest without a scratch. That eye doesn't even recognize Beatrice von Osvalt as a favorite enemy, not even an enemy. That's what I knew. That I knew myself better than anyone, and still...

"Don't have time, huh? It looked like I had a free man jogging."

"... you know, think about the situation. We're at war now."

"War would be one of those complaints if it were made the same farce as this. I've seen what you call the battlefield on the road. Everyone and he are fighting for real. But no one is aiming for the tower alone. Because they both achieve their purpose. We'll meet the king at the end of the battle."

"You've been turning your head for a long time."

"Think once in a while with me. And I borrowed wisdom from Mary."

"... Isn't that more than half Mary? Fuck, get in the trouble and be wise."

"I'm not sure what your role is. Big fat ass is in it. Perhaps the king was willing to hit your brother on the back with Kevin pushing you, Marianne slapping you in the ass and finally cementing your resolve to fight. to transfer kingdoms in the most natural streams"

"... So, what are you trying to say?

He said, "You and I are free men with no role."

Beatrice pulls out the sword.

"Come on, it's been a long time since I've put on an archery. Heh heh heh!

Claude looked into her eyes and spilled one sigh.

"It's finally 'like' but... it's too late, huh? The difference between you and me, it's not just about feelings anymore. If you're ready to die, archeologize and catch up. I'll always deal with them."

That 'whenever' does not include 'now'.

"Hey, you!

Beatrice has advanced in full temper. Put the thoughts of the universe on the sword and take out the blow that poured everything out. Not even a proud warrior.

…………

If you realize it, Beatrice was dancing through the universe. For a moment, a snake-like trajectory was being jumped with a sword carrying all its power at the same time. Did the jumping person lose interest or had already begun to make strides?

Run into an unmanned private house and dust rolls up.

"Don't end it on your own!

Beatrix popping out of it. You have a brilliant attitude toward getting dirty. The sword you roll out, now you poke it, but its sharpness is just as good. But...

"... for nothing"

Claude did not stop walking, and now the tiger's claw teeth knocked that thrust off with one blow as usual. Beatrice falling and laying down with each sword on a blow too powerful. He fell from his face to the ground without being able to receive it, and could not be seen to roll twice or three times.

"Not yet!

Still getting up...

"It's no use."

The dragon is blown to a blow as usual. Beatrix still flew as he was slapped on the roof and sprinkled his nosebleeds with all the abrasions all over his body, just thinking he wasn't coming at me anymore. Because I decided to never look away again.

"I don't know what you're wasting!

"What!?

Now he is slammed against the wall, coughing as he falls and falls to the ground. Still, it should be noted - that eye was toward Claude. My eyes are saying.

He said he would never run again.

"Why now?!? Tomorrow would be nice! Load it up, and then..."

"It's loaded every day with archaeology and stuff! Because that's all I have. Since the day I was allowed to have a sword, I've never been out of my hands for a day. Tomorrow is good!? Don't make fun of me! That's who I've been! Load up your archery and fight when you can win one day. I'm sure I can win tomorrow. I keep thinking so and how many years have I been thinking!?

All over the blood, all over the mud, he roared at himself with a magnificent sword technique, Raphael, a genius who had fascinated his generation.

"You keep moving forward. Raphael went another way. Hey, when can I catch up? How much sword can I shake and shoulder to shoulder with you guys? I only have a sword. There is no wisdom in learning. This is the only way, and you're far away."

Stand up with trembling feet. He stared at Claude, distorting his face to remorse as he supported his sword. Beautiful and noble, the woman, combined with the character and strength worthy of Osvalt's name, was no longer so muddy as to have no shadow of it.

"I don't have tomorrow. If I don't do it today, I can't move on!

The worn swordsman still rushes out.

"... I know what it feels like. I'll start auditioning with you tomorrow. That would be a little more efficient."

"Are your ears decorative, heh heh heh"

The monotonous attack of Beatrice is entangled with a single blow like a snake, trying to take the sword away. But the orbit of that spear is exactly the same as the one I showed you earlier.

"I said I'd win today!

Her sword let her conquer the spear as she cleaved the snake.

"... well, it's luxury."

With a little surprise on his face, Claude took another spear.

"You didn't know? I'm greedy."

There was a Beatrice's eye in front of Claude's. Super close range, even crushing space to wave her sword, she's packed her distance.

We can't do anything with each other at this distance. Beatrice von Osvalt, who believes in a beautiful battle.

"You finally saw me, hey hey"

I'll punch you in the head from there, Beatrice. She was proud to fight with her sword, and even abandoned it, she craved victory. I don't mind shaping her, she fights with only one thought of wanting to line her shoulders again.

There's something I can't tell you when you're in line. Some of them can't reach you if you're in line.

"Oh, man, you fucked up."

"Ha ha, I'll get everything"

Her chest stretched with Doya's face as she bled from her forehead, she was there one day with the girl as she had seen her. Everyone was in a hurry, and the genius that everyone reached out to came home.

"...... shah hey"

Root loss is exactly this. There is only untrained in that tower. Honestly, I just wanted to see you after all the reasons. At the end of the day, even to someone who thought like a father. But they don't care what happens to the woman in front of them, they're not willing to miss Claude today.

"I'm going to hang out with you a little bit. I'll leave you alone."

"Busy, hey, in this minute"

What brings you back to this land? Now that the significance of what was probably my role versus Gilberto has been crushed, I ask my existential significance to a pointless situation. I've been thinking a lot, but in the end, as usual, my lady in front of me scratched me around.

"Be prepared. Seriously, I am now."

"Well, I know that from the end, stupid Claude"

Hit each other with as much stupidity as you want beside the stage. Though swords and spears, not mouths. I couldn't even be a terminal. That's how much you'll be forgiven.

This is just eight hits and I'm free. It doesn't mean a lot.

Therefore, they wield their power without any blemishes.

Just a little off the center of the world.

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Kyle and Gilberto stopped the sword for only a moment at the same time.

(... alone, you have a strong one)

Monsters in the realm close to us. I don't think I'll lose yet, but there's not enough difference to be able to say 'absolutely'. The diversity not found in the two of us, the martial arts floating in various colors, was not even an experience for the two of us. A monster that strands two countries and eats Nederks spears based on how the White Knight loads his efforts.

No more strangers. You can't go wrong staying away.

(But...)

One of the leading samurai of the state. Man at the top in two countries.

Claude von Lewius.

(the other, still far away, but still steadily approaching)

Signs of one person fighting to get close there. You can never say it's close. In fact, until earlier, I couldn't understand why I had retained that man. But I finally came to the point of touching their sensibilities to the atmosphere that was steadily packing the distance one step at a time.

"... What are you laughing at?

"No, I'm sorry. Mixed with clutter in the martial arts"

A man whose emotions would fall off if he had a sword broke up just a little bit. I guess there was enough emotional swing to mess up the sword. For him, I might know him. There's no reason for Kyle to know that, and it doesn't matter the next moment.

"Shall we resume?"

"Fine."

The sword roars. Kensei dances.

The Battle of the Still Ending Vertex.