Tower of Karma

A completely different sight had spread everywhere from the battle against Kyle vs. Gilberto.

"Shh."

…………

A pale spear and the only sword to swing.

Compensation for moves rolled out unceasingly. The sword of Kensei had also become a hobbyist thing to cope with the spear of the Fantasy Freedom. Although we do not see the same interdimensional sense of speed and destruction beyond the boundaries of man as before, physical ability remained within the boundaries of man, and there was something coming to his chest as a warrior that created a sight beyond man.

"Are we stopping here?

"Huh!?

But the person in question was distorting his face. Indeed, we have been able to continue the battle of skilled pearls since earlier.

It can be said to be good for those who fit within the boundaries of a person.

(Fuck you)

The opponent is not out of breath despite a series of fights from monsters. I have already begun to breathe on my shoulders. Claude is never confident in his health either, but this difference was too great.

A simple physical battle would not be so different, but the sharpened sword played a major role in the opponent's ultimate health retention as well.

You can't win like this.

The legend that killed hundreds of people alone wasn't Dada.

There is no change in the appearance of Gilberto. An inorganic, white blade that reflects the opponent is just there.

"Phew."

Claude taking distance. Gilberto wouldn't dare go after it. Long pattern Claude wins when it comes to fighting while at a distance. Retreating but strong is just responsiveness, and Gilberto, who instantly judged it and did not even show a lie among his advantages, can also be described as a warring warrior.

Both confront each other a little at a distance. There were two people in such a condensed space that just a little time felt forever. Claude also stands in the far shallow waters of Gilberto, but at the entrance, the man who makes the most of his moves. Claude beats me in my physical abilities.

(No matter how you attack me, it all makes sense. Leveraging the benefits of the long pattern to each other. If the distance is clogged, the battle power difference widens at once. I don't have enough trouble. The accuracy of the moves also decreases. It's physical ability that's winning. Well, that doesn't even fill it up.)

If you go through a lot of trouble, it packs with the precision and health difference of the move. The spear does not reach the opponent's throat while maintaining a favourable distance for the long pattern. But if we get closer...

Claude had taken a natural and relaxed stance. If you get lost, the spear will dull. Loosen on the spear when you get lost, that was the teaching you learned in Nederks. Believe in the stack you've been building and leave everything to the spear. Self-inflicted self-abandonment and a piece of paper, but on a huge pile of them, it often carries victory.

That's how you win again.

"Don't give up your thoughts right away"

But...

'Think. Think, think and think. Answer, give yourself up to it for the first time with the most promising solution you can win. Your habits are connected to the good of your heart, but you're going to die soon.'

What floated behind my brain was an audition with the man who created his own backbone.

'You have talent. But I don't think that's enough to make it to the top. That's why I'm glad you decided to go to Nederks. There's nothing I can teach you that's only an imitation stop for Lütes already, and there's no more spear use in this country. So what's the answer? Then all you have to do is entrust'

He pushed me on the back smiling like I did, that I gave him an answer. I came straight to life because I had that guy's teachings.

Even though everyone tells me I'm irresponsible, ungrateful, I have my present self because my greatest benefactor sent me out happy.

It's not a bad idea to loose on a spear. If it's enough to fight in the stray, it's better to decide on your belly and pierce it. But you will never win if you deal with those who have accumulated more than you do yourself and your opponent is equally stomached. That's exactly what's going on right now.

(Think)

Claude von Lewius thought. Because I had something to accomplish, even against my habits, the teachings of Nedeluxe. Beyond the person in front of you. Tell them beyond the walls prepared by your benefactor. The lives you saved have grown to this point.

Arcadia is the strongest. Beyond the wall in front of you, stand where it is now.

Slight rounds. But Gilberto didn't see it as a gap. There was no sign of collapse if I attacked him, and if so, I chose 'Now', where something was about to change. We don't have time for this. I can see that the settlement above has come to observe the atmosphere. Then there is no point in this battle; it is only a slaughter of time until the king descends.

Still, if you want meaning there...

(Come on, show me, Taylor's Childrens, no, son of Lewis)

A new breeze that man blew into this country. Prove the truth here and now.

In just a few moments, I guess I took into account my considerations. Claude smiled faintly. Grab the spear, get your breath ready, and give yourself up to the answer you gave.

Claude rushes out. His body is as the wind, and his spear is as fierce as thunder. Concentrating. I guess he's close to extreme concentration. But that's all.

"... over"

A quick toss, ready to throw yourself out to the dead ground is brilliant. But that's not the answer Gilberto was looking for, and it's probably far from the stuff that the guy entrusted to him. Then there is definitely no more. Disconnect, only end.

Claude chose to poke at the last hand. Maximum combat power utilizing spear characteristics. That seemed dabbling with Lester, Jean Jack, Anatole, and many spears. I guess there is this poke at the end of many stacks. It's worth it.

But there's no 'you' there.

Gilberto stands on this occasion as the extreme state, the sword saint beyond the sword saint. I could see the 'dot' clearly in his eyes. And he can capture the sword in an unparalleled way. There is no emotion in the sword itself. Just capture the 'dot' correctly and cut it off.

I chose to poke Gilberto's again. It was to slip the sword in and wear the 'dot' before the opponent's speed reached its maximum and before the destructive power was enriched. The certainty is unwavering. Great poke, but not enough to cloud my current disconnect.

Released poke. Gilberto wore it with his abstention.

The moment of the collision, the 'dot' blew. His spears, the dragon with the atmosphere clumped together, and Zhu mixed with Thunder. And when I realized that...

Gilberto's sword had been flown far rearward.

"I win. Second Generation Kensei!

A pointy tip poked at a helpless self. There was already no red on the spear. Color beyond the limits shown by wolves and earlier monsters, beastless morrow free of death. The ultimate of all the opposite poles on the other shore. Just for a moment, at the moment of the collision, he pulled it out.

He deceived the body, did not make it aware of the load beyond its limits, and grabbed tomorrow and victory without abandoning the future. This would also be a move. The ultimate in power and moves, a different solution from Alfred's. The light I saw before I thought about it. Grabbed is victory.

He got the same solution as Heavenly Lion. Breaking the limits of the moment.

It is another answer for the pale and red, different from the rainbow.

"Brilliant. From today on you are Arcadia's strongest. It's up to you to call it just a national title or the same in the world."

"I did receive"

On Claude's back beyond the wall, a loud cheer rolled up. At the same time those who were on the king's side show their willingness to abandon their weapons and surrender.

Hilda, Gregor and others alike. Now that the stone steps and Gilberto, the largest and only wall for the Prince's side, have disappeared, there is no longer any point in fighting.

The battle has been decided.

"Wow."

The young people dream on their backs.

Like burning my chasing back to my eyes.

"That was a good day, kid. That's it."

When it was Sans Ross, a little kid in the war between Estado and Nedeluxe had grown so much so far at some point. A man kicked in the ass by the person he lowered, Baldovino sees good stuff, smiles and faints again.

Supporting it, Cress stared bitterly at the enthusiasm caused by 'the strongest'. I'm sure he will be like 'black gold' in this country. This sight is a sight that Cress and Eving have also seen well.

Strakless was a vortex propagated by the heat of a hero.

With his fanaticism on his back, Claude stared quietly 'up'.

"Thank you, Dad."

It doesn't reach. Put it on the word and shed a glimmer of tears.

Arcadia's strongest was also inherited here.