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SWORD ART ONLINE, Volume 7: Mother’s Rosary REKI KAWAHARA

Translation by Stephen Paul Cover art by abec
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SWORD ART ONLINE Vol.7
©REKI KAWAHARA 2011
Edited by ASCII MEDIA WORKS
First published in Japan in 2011 by KADOKAWA CORPORATION, Tokyo.
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 Contents

Cover
Insert
Title Page
Copyright
Epigraph

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Afterword

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 “Have you heard about the Absolute Sword, Asuna?”
Asuna stopped typing on the holo-keyboard and looked up at Lisbeth.
“Athletic Horde? Are they going to hold a race or something?”
“No, no, no.” Lisbeth laughed, shaking her head. She picked up the steaming
mug on the table and took a sip. “Clean your ears out. I said Absolute Sword.”
“Absolute…Sword. Is it a new legendary item they added or something?”
“Non, non. It’s a person’s name. Or…nickname, I guess. A title. I don’t know
the actual avatar name. Whoever it is, they’re so strong that someone started
calling them the ‘Absolute Sword,’ and the name stuck. ‘The sword of absolute
invincibility,’ ‘the sword of absolute power’…I think that’s what they mean by
it.”
The moment she heard the word strong, Asuna sensed that her curiosity had
been tickled.
She knew more than a bit about using a sword. In ALfheim Online, she played
an undine, who typically stayed back to cast spells in battle, but every now and
then she felt the itch to fight again and would pull out her rapier and charge
into the enemy’s midst. Thanks to that, she was now the unhappy owner of the
“Berserk Healer” nickname, a far cry from the elegance she normally tried to
project.
She actively participated in the monthly dueling tournaments to help her
master the three-dimensional combat of ALO, and she could go toe-to-toe with
mighty warriors like the salamandic general Eugene and the sylphic lady Sakuya.
News of a brand-new rival could not be overlooked.
Asuna saved her in-progress biology report and banished the holo-keyboard,
picking up her own mug and refilling it with the click of a finger. She
repositioned herself in her tree-branch seat, satisfied that she was in a
comfortable pose for chatting.
“And…? What is this ‘Absolute Sword’ like?”
“Well…”
 1

On the twenty-second floor of New Aincrad, white snow fell upon a deep
forest.
In the real world, too, it was the midwinter chill of early January, but with the
advancing pace of global warming, Tokyo hardly ever dropped below freezing.
The game management wanted to make the most of the season, however, so
Alfheim, realm of fairies, was locked in a devastating winter. North of the World
Tree located at the center of the map, it was common for temperatures to fall
into the single digits and peak below zero. Nobody wanted to fly in conditions
like that without proper equipment or anti-cold buffing spells. At the moment,
Aincrad was floating above gnome territory, the northernmost of all the races,
and the air was cold enough to cause ice crystals throughout all of its floors.
But even a chill that could freeze a running brook solid could not penetrate
the warming effects of thick log walls and a burning-red furnace.
It was eight months since May 2025, when the largest update ALfheim Online
had ever seen added the massive New Aincrad map to the game.
Because ALO functioned on a replica of the system that the formerly deadly
Sword Art Online ran on, the server already contained all of the data for SAO’s
setting, the floating castle Aincrad. The new venture that had bought all the
rights to ALO hardware and software from RCT Progress—its previous
administrators—decided on the bold move of preserving all the old SAO
character data that came along with ALO’s back end and, even further, merging
it into the game.
Naturally, part of this was a cold, practical decision to shore up their user-
base numbers from dropping off after the discovery of RCT Progress’s criminal
human experiments by offering a massive and exciting new update. But that
wasn’t the only factor. The investors who put together the new company were
all veteran MMO players since the 2-D days, and they couldn’t stand to have
that meticulously designed world erased forever. At least, that was what Asuna
heard from Agil, who served as a pipeline to the administrators.
Since the revival of Aincrad, Asuna had continued through the game as an
undine healer/fencer, but with a secret desire in mind.
Naturally, her goal was to raise the necessary col (or wait, it was yrd now) and
reach the twenty-second floor before anyone else so she could purchase the
little log cabin hidden deep within the pine forest there. It was the very place
where, long ago, she had once spent two wonderful, blissful, heartbreaking
weeks.
In last May’s update, they’d only added the first ten floors. In September they
opened eleven through twenty. Then, on Christmas Eve, the night of December
24th, the labyrinth door that led to the twenty-first floor opened. At the
moment the little fanfare played to celebrate the unlocking of the new content,
Asuna was already racing up the long stairs with a party she’d put together of
Kirito, Klein, Agil, Lisbeth, Silica, and Leafa.
The twenty-second floor was a quiet one, almost entirely covered in forest,
and there was a number of player homes that could be bought in the main
village, so it was unlikely that any rivals were gunning for the same house that
she was. But Asuna raced through the twenty-first floor like a tornado anyway,
challenged the floor boss in the labyrinth with a joint raid party, and stood at
the front of the nearly fifty-man army with her sword, despite being a half-
healer build. Afterward, Klein told her that she was “even more impressive than
when she was vice commander of the Knights of the Blood.”
When she had at last kicked aside the body of the twenty-first-floor boss
she’d finished off herself, Asuna raced to the edge of the twenty-second floor
where the little cabin waited, hit the OKAY button on the purchasing window, and
collapsed in front of it, shedding tears. That night, after all their friends had left
the party, she shared a toast with Kirito and their “daughter” Yui, who was back
in her human little-girl form, and Asuna bawled again. This time, it was a secret
from her friends.
Even Asuna couldn’t exactly put into words her fixation on this particular log
house. It was the place where she was finally united with the first boy she’d
ever truly loved, after a great number of trials and tribulations—virtual or not—
and they’d spent a brief but wonderful time together. That was an easy enough
explanation, but Asuna felt there was more to it than that.
She had always sought her place in the real world, and perhaps this was her
“home” in the truest sense of the word. A comfortable, warm place where a
pair of birds could rest their wings and huddle together to sleep. The home of
her heart.
Of course, after all the trouble she went through to get it this time around,
the log cabin ended up as a hangout spot for their friends, and not a day went
by where there wasn’t a visitor. Apparently, after her meticulous interior
renovation, the house was such a comfortable destination that people would fly
up from the surface to visit it. Both her old companions from SAO and her new
friends in ALO would stop by incessantly to smack their lips at her home
cooking. There was even one time when, through an act of considerable
coincidence, they had a very tense meal with both Lady Sakuya and General
Eugene at the table.
On this day—January 6th, 2026—the living-wood stump table in the cabin’s
main room was surrounded by familiar faces.
To Asuna’s right was the beast tamer Silica, sporting the cait sith’s signature
triangular ears. She was glaring at math equations from her winter vacation
homework on a holo-display and groaning. To Asuna’s left was Leafa the
warrior-mage sylph, her greenish-yellow hair tied into a long ponytail. Like
Silica, she was grunting over homework—in this case, an English essay.
Seated across from her was the leprechaun blacksmith Lisbeth, but she was
reclined back in the chair with her legs crossed, a bottle of raspberry liquor in
one hand and an in-game novel in the other.
In the real world it was around four o’clock, but the time of day in ALfheim
wasn’t coordinated with the outside world, so it was already after sunset, and
the only thing to be seen out of the window was the falling snow catching the
light of the lanterns. They didn’t need to hear the rustling outside to know that
it was freezing cold, but the logs in the stove crackled merrily, and the
mushroom stew in the deep pot bubbled and filled the room with warmth and
aroma.
Like her friends, Asuna had a holo-keyboard under her hands, poring over a
browser window connected to the Internet and working on a school report.
Asuna’s mother did not entirely approve of doing tasks in the VR world that
could easily be accomplished in reality, but lengthy typing sessions were
actually much more efficient here. There was no eye or wrist strain, and she
could call up more pages than her actual 1600x1200 monitor could support and
place them wherever she wanted.
In an attempt to convince her mother, Asuna once had her log in to a full-dive
application meant to facilitate text entry, but within a few minutes, her mother
had logged out, complaining that it made her dizzy. She never bothered with it
again.
Full-dive sickness was a real thing, but after living in that environment for two
years, Asuna couldn’t even remember what it felt like. Her fingers flashed and
flew with perfect accuracy as she approached the conclusion of her report
within the editing software.
Just then, something settled on her shoulder.
She turned to the right to see Silica’s head resting on her, the large triangular
ears twitching as she slept with a satisfied smile.
Asuna couldn’t help but grin. She tickled a feline ear with her index finger.
“Come on, Silica. If you take a nap now, you’ll have trouble falling asleep
tonight.”
“Hrm…mya…”
“There’s only three days of vacation left. Better get working on that
assignment.”
She pulled the ear, causing Silica to twitch and straighten up at last. She
stared blearily and blinked several times before shaking her head and looking at
Asuna.
“Uh…aah…I’m sleepy,” she murmured, and yawned widely, little white fangs
visible. The other cait sith players who visited the cabin exhibited similar
sleepiness, which made Asuna wonder if there was some kind of racial status
effect it had on them.
Asuna looked at Silica’s holo-window and said, “You’re almost done with that
page. Why don’t you just breeze through that one?”
“Mmm…hokay…”
“Is it too warm in here? Should I lower the heat?” Asuna asked.
To her left, Leafa giggled. “No, I’m pretty sure the culprit is over there.”
“Over there…?”
Asuna, ponytail waving, followed the line of Leafa’s finger toward the stove
affixed to the eastern wall.
“…Oh…I see,” she murmured, nodding. Plopped in front of the red, burning
stove was a finely polished wooden rocking chair.
Slumped in the rocking chair and fast asleep was a spriggan boy with tanned
skin and short black hair. His formerly spiky hair had been altered to lie flat, but
the pointed and mischievous facial features were still intact. It was, of course,
Kirito.
A little dragon with pale blue feathers was curled into a ball on his stomach,
its head resting comfortably on its soft, curled tail. This was Pina, Silica’s
miniature dragon partner since the days of SAO.
And snoozing on top of Pina’s soft down was an even smaller fairy with
straight, lustrous black hair and a light-pink one-piece dress. It was Yui, an AI
born from the old SAO server, now serving as Kirito’s navigation pixie. But most
important, she was the daughter of Asuna and Kirito.
The three-layer stack of Kirito, Pina, and Yui, each sleeping blissfully on the
rocking chair, was having a nearly sorcerous effect on anyone around it. Just
watching them for a few seconds was making Asuna’s eyelids grow heavy with
sleep.
Kirito was quite an avid sleeper himself. As if he was trying to make up for all
the sleep he lost trying to defeat SAO the first time, Kirito collapsed into his
favorite rocking chair and dozed away any time Asuna took her eyes off of him
for more than a few moments.
And Asuna did not know anything that made her sleepy faster than the sight
of Kirito snoozing in his rocking chair.
When they lived in the old Aincrad and Kirito fell asleep on the couches in the
upstairs of Agil’s shop or on the porch of their forest cabin, Asuna would almost
always slip in next to him and share in the warmth of sleep. She knew from
personal experience what a soporific effect it had, so she could understand why
Silica and Leafa felt the fatigue bearing down on them.
But what was odd was the way the little dragon Pina—which should have
been a simple collection of algorithms—would take off from Silica’s shoulders
and curl up on top of Kirito whenever he was sleeping nearby.
It almost made her wonder if Kirito was emitting some kind of “sleep
parameter” as he was snoozing. As evidence of that, she’d just been wide
awake and absorbed in her report, but now her body felt weightless…
“Hey, now you’re sleeping, Asuna! And Liz, too!”
She bolted upright, feeling Silica shaking her shoulder. Across the table,
Lisbeth snapped up, too, blinking furiously. The girl smiled shyly and shook her
pink hair, which gleamed with the metallic shine characteristic of leprechauns.
“You can’t help but get sleepy, watching him…I wonder if it’s one of those
illusion magic things that spriggans do.”
“Hee hee! I doubt it. I’ll wake us up by putting on some tea. The instant kind,
though.”
Asuna stood up and pulled four cups out of the cupboard behind her. They
were magical mugs that produced a random flavor of tea out of ninety-nine
varieties with a single tap—a recent quest reward.
With the mugs and some fruit tarts on the table, the four girls, including the
now-awake Silica, each took a sip of a different kind of hot liquid.
“By the way,” Lisbeth started, as though remembering something, “have you
heard about the Absolute Sword, Asuna?”
 “The rumors started going around regularly just before the end of the year…
so about a week ago,” Lisbeth said, then nodded to herself in understanding.
“Oh, right, no wonder you didn’t know, then. You were in Kyoto at the end of
December.”
“Please don’t remind me of that unpleasant stuff when I’m playing a game,”
Asuna said, frowning. Lisbeth laughed loudly.
“I guess it’s hard being a rich girl from a rich family.”
“It was hard! I had to spend all day in a full kimono and proper sitting
position, greeting people. I couldn’t even enjoy a quick dive at night, because
the building I was staying in didn’t even have wireless! I brought my AmuSphere
with me, and it was all for nothing.”
She sighed and drained the last of her tea.
At the end of January, Asuna was essentially forced into a trip to the Yuuki
household headquarters—her paternal grandparents’ home in Kyoto—with her
parents and older brother. The rest of the family at large was very worried
about her two-year “hospitalization.” She couldn’t very well refuse a trip to see
them all and thank them for their concern and help during that time.
When she was younger, spending the start of the year back home was an
ordinary event, and she enjoyed seeing all the cousins around her age. But
somewhere around the time she got into middle school, Asuna found this
tradition to be more and more suffocating.
The main Yuuki family was a line that had been in the currency exchange
business in Kyoto for, without exaggeration, more than two centuries. They had
lasted through the Meiji Restoration and the chaos of war, and they now ran a
regional bank that had offices all throughout western Japan. Her father,
Shouzou Yuuki, had grown RCT into a major electronics manufacturer in a single
generation thanks to the ample funds provided by the main family business.
The extended family was positively littered with company presidents and
government officials.
Naturally, like Asuna and her brother, all of the cousins were “good students”
at “good schools,” sitting politely at the family table as their parents boasted
about the award their child had won in a recent competition and the national
rank their child scored recently on a standardized test. These conversations
were pleasant on the surface, but that only hid the fierce current of rivalry
running underneath. When Asuna began to recognize this atmosphere and feel
alienated by it, the whole exercise struck her as nothing more than the family
ranking its own children by value.
In November 2022, the winter of her last year of middle school, Asuna fell
prey to SAO and wasn’t rescued until January of 2025, exactly one year ago.
That made this her first visit to the family gathering in four years. The main
family house was a massive mansion in the Kyoto teahouse style. She was put
into a tight, long-sleeved kimono and forced to greet countless relatives,
starting with her grandparents, until she began to feel like an NPC whose only
purpose was offering formal pleasantries.
Still, she enjoyed seeing her cousins again, but there was something in their
eyes when they rejoiced at seeing her alive and well that she did not like.
They all pitied her. They showered her with sympathy: the first competitor to
fall off the track in the race they’d all been in since the moment they were born.
She wasn’t just overthinking this; ever since she was a child, Asuna had known
how to read what people were thinking from their demeanor.
Naturally, she was now a completely different person than she had been
before. That world, and more important, that boy, had reborn her into
someone else, whether she wanted it or not. So the pity of her cousins, aunts,
and uncles passed through her mind without raising so much as a ripple. She
was a swordsman above all else, someone who fought with her own strength—
a belief that still remained firm within her heart, even after the passing of the
world that taught her that.
But she knew that her cousins, who only saw VRMMOs as an evil influence,
would never understand her philosophy. Neither would her mother, who was
irritable during the entire stay in Kyoto.
There wasn’t a shred left of Asuna’s former belief that she had to get into a
good college to land a good job. She liked her current school very much, and
over the next year, she would spend her time finding what she truly wanted to
do. Her ultimate goal in life, of course, was to start a family with a boy one year
her junior, but in the real world this time.
Such was the thought Asuna kept in her mind as she grinned her way through
her relatives’ prying questions, but the one event that finally got to her
occurred on the day before she returned to Tokyo, when she found herself
isolated in a back room of the main mansion with a second cousin who was two
years her elder.
He was the son of some kind of executive at the family’s bank, and he went
on and on endlessly about his major in college, the bank where he was already
promised a job out of school, what his position would be, and how he would
rise through the ranks. Asuna kept her smile plastered on her face to feign
interest, but in the back of her mind, all she sensed was some kind of
underhanded scheme on the part of the adults, in the way they had isolated the
two of them like this…
“Are you listening, Asuna?”
She came back to her senses when Lisbeth poked Asuna’s foot beneath the
table.
“Oh! S-sorry. Just thinking about some unpleasant stuff.”
“Oh yeah, what’s that? Did they try to set you up with a husband in Kyoto?”
“…”
“…Why is your face twitching? Wait…are you saying I was—”
“No, you’re wrong! It was nothing!” Asuna protested, shaking her head
furiously. She tapped the lip of her empty mug and chugged down the oddly
purple tea that appeared. Once done with that, she was ready to change the
subject by any means necessary.
“So…this really tough player. Is it a PKer?”
“No, a PVPer—proper duels. You know how, north of the main city on the
twenty-fourth floor, there’s a little tourist island with a huge tree on it? Every
day at three o’clock, the duelist shows up at the foot of the tree and duels
challengers one by one.”
“Oooh. Is it someone from a tournament?”
 “Nope, totally new face. But the skill numbers must be off the charts, so
maybe they converted from another game. At first, there were just posts on
MMO Tomorrow’s forum looking for opponents. So about thirty people got
together to show ‘this ALO newb’ a lesson about running your mouth…”
“And they got whooped?”
“Every single one. Not a single person managed to score more than thirty
percent damage, so it was legit overkill.”
“I don’t know if I can believe this.”
Silica butted in, chewing on a fruit tart. “It took me almost half a year to learn
how to handle air battle, and this person was just zipping around right after
conversion!”
“Conversion” was the system for transferring characters between all the
VRMMOs created from the Seed platform, which included ALO. A character
could be taken from one game to another relatively easily, keeping a similar
level of base stats. However, no money or items could be transferred. Naturally,
the finer points of mastering a new game had to come from experience.
“Did you try, Silica?” Asuna asked. Silica shook her head, eyes wide.
“No way! I watched the duels, but I knew I couldn’t win. Liz and Leafa tried,
though. They’re both the bold type, I suppose.”
“Oh, shuddup,” Liz quipped.
“It was a learning experience,” said Leafa. Asuna smiled at the banter but was
surprised on the inside. Lisbeth was one thing—she was playing a combat-weak
race, and she prioritized her blacksmithing skills. But anyone who could defeat
Leafa—probably the best air warrior of the sylphs—was a force to be reckoned
with. And fresh after conversion? It was nearly unthinkable.
“Sounds like the real deal to me. I’m starting to get intrigued.”
“Heh! I figured you’d say that, Asuna. The only ones in the monthly
tournaments who haven’t tried their hand yet are big shots like Lady Sakuya
and General Eugene, and they aren’t really in a position to engage in street
duels.”
 “But if you keep overwhelming everybody, won’t you just run out of
opponents eventually? Unlike the tournaments, a street duel has really stiff
experience penalties for dying, right?”
“You’d think so, but no—the draw is what’s being wagered,” Silica interjected
again.
“Oh? Are they betting some kind of superrare item?”
“It’s not an item. It’s an Original Sword Skill. A supertough mega-attack.”
Asuna just barely managed to keep herself from mimicking a classic Kirito
move and ended up shrugging with a whistle of amazement instead.
“An OSS, huh? What kind? How many hits?”
“Um, from what I saw, it’s an all-purpose, one-handed sword attack. The thing
is, it’s an eleven-hit combo.”
“Eleven!”
This time, she couldn’t help but purse her lips and let out a high-pitched
whistle.
Sword Skills were the signature gameplay system of the old Sword Art Online.
Each category of weapon had its own preprogrammed skills, from deadly single-
blow attacks to furious combinations. What set them apart from ordinary
weapon attacks was a particular initial motion that the game recognized, at
which point it would automatically “assist” players by moving them through the
entire attack at maximum speed. Each Sword Skill had unique visual and audio
effects that distinguished it, and using them made the player feel like an
invincible superwarrior.
As part of the massive update that added Aincrad to ALO, the game’s new
administrators undertook the bold decision to reinstate the Sword Skill system
almost exactly as it had existed in SAO.
In essence, the very fundamental battle system of New ALO underwent a
revolution. Naturally, it led to major debates among the player base, but once
the dissenters had a chance to experience Sword Skills for themselves, they
were all entranced.
 Until that point, all the flashiest effects of ALO were the sole province of
magic spells, and magic was also superior in accuracy and range, which left
close-combat physical fighters in a small minority. The advent of Sword Skills
helped even out that balance. Even more than half a year since the update, the
combination of air battle and Sword Skills was producing heated commentary
and debate among the game’s community.
But the adventurous new developers were not content just to borrow the
Sword Skill system they’d inherited from those who came before them.
They developed and implemented a new addition to the system called
Original Sword Skills. As the name suggested, these were user-created skills.
Unlike the preexisting skills that had specific motions and details already
created by the devs, these were Sword Skills that players could create and
register for themselves.
As soon as it was unlocked, countless players pulled out their weapons in
town and wilderness, envisioning their own supercool finishing move—and
were instantly plunged into deep despair and frustration.
The method to register an Original Sword Skill (OSS) was extremely simple.
Just open the menu, go to the OSS tab and, from there, into the “skill entry”
mode. Hit the skill-recording button, swing your weapon to your heart’s
content, then hit the stop button when done. It was as simple as that.
However, for the user-created ultimate attack to be recognized by the game
as a Sword Skill, it had to fulfill certain extremely stringent requirements. Nearly
all variations of simple slashes and thrusts already existed in the game as Sword
Skills. That meant that any OSS had to be a combination attack, by necessity.
But there had to be absolutely no waste in the movement, trajectory, balance
of weight, and so on, and on top of that, the action had to match the speed of
the finished Sword Skill.
In other words, the player had to prove the nearly paradoxical: that he could
replicate his combination at superhuman speed already, without any help from
the system.
The only way to overcome this hurdle was a blinding amount of practice and
repetition. The movements had to be burned into the synapses of the brain.
 Almost everyone who tried it gave up on the dream of his or her own super–
combo attack, unable to handle the endless slog of so much practice. But a few
hardy souls managed to develop and register their own OSSs, earning them an
honor much like the classic sword schools of the feudal era. Indeed, some of
them went on to start guilds titled the “ School,” effectively running their
own in-game dojos.
It was the “skill inheritance” function of the OSS system that made it possible
for such schools to exist. Anyone who successfully created an OSS could pass a
first-generation copy to other players through an item called a Skill Tome.
An OSS was devastating against monsters as well as other players. Everyone
wanted one. Soon the asking price for secondhand skills grew astronomical,
with Skill Tomes of combinations of more than five hits ranking among the most
expensive items in ALO’s economy. The strongest widely known OSS at present
was General Eugene’s eight-part “Volcanic Blazer,” but he had no need for
money and hadn’t taught it to anyone yet.
For her own part, Asuna had successfully created a five-part OSS after months
of practice, but the process had drained her so completely that she didn’t feel
like working on a new skill anytime soon.
So it was within this context that the mysterious “Absolute Sword” appeared,
wielding an unprecedented eleven-hit skill.
“Well, that would explain why everyone wants a duel, then. Has everyone
seen this Skill for themselves?” Asuna asked. All three of them shook their
heads. Lisbeth spoke for the group.
“No, apparently it was displayed for all to see on the very first day of these
street duels but hasn’t been used since…I guess you could say that no one’s
been able to even pressure the Absolute Sword enough to elicit the use of the
OSS.”
“Not even Leafa?”
Leafa’s shoulders slumped. “It was a close fight until both of us were at about
sixty percent…and it took nothing more than default moves to finish me off the
rest of the way.”
 “Wow…Oh, that reminds me, I’m missing some basic details. What race, what
weapon are we talking about?”
“Oh, an imp. And the weapon was a one-handed sword, but one almost as
thin as Asuna’s rapier. Basically, they were superfast. Even the normal attacks
were about as quick as a skill…You could barely follow it with the naked eye.
I’ve never seen anything like it before.”
“A speed type, huh? If even Leafa couldn’t keep up with it, then I don’t stand
a chance…Oh!” Asuna suddenly remembered something important. “When it
comes to speed, the most ridiculous person of all is sleeping right over there.
What about Kirito? I bet he’d be interested in this.”
Lisbeth, Silica, and Leafa all shared a look, then burst into laughter at once.
“Wh-what? What is it?” Asuna stammered.
To her shock, Leafa giggled. “Hee hee. Oh, Big Brother already tried. He was
very cool in defeat, though.”
“Def…?”
He lost. Kirito lost.
Asuna’s mouth fell open and stayed there for several seconds.
To Asuna, Kirito as a swordsman had become a standin for the concept of
“absolute power.” In both SAO and ALO, as far as Asuna knew, the only person
to ever beat Kirito in a one-on-one duel was Heathcliff, commander of the
Knights of the Blood, and that was only due to his unfair advantage as the
(secret) game administrator.
Though she’d never told Lisbeth and the others about it, Asuna herself had
once crossed blades with Kirito in a deadly serious duel in SAO. It happened
around the time that Asuna had assumed the lead of the KoB forces on the
front line as the vice commander of the guild, just after she first met Kirito.
There was a face-off about the strategy to defeat a particular field boss, with
the split happening between the KoB’s speed-prioritizing faction and Kirito, who
spoke for a number of other solo players. There was no compromise to be
found between the two sides, so it ended with a virtual coin flip: a duel
between the leader of each faction.
At the time, Asuna already had an interest in Kirito as a person, but the rest of
her was trying to snuff out that desire. She believed that personal sentiment
could not be allowed to override the duty of beating the game.
Asuna thought that a duel was the perfect opportunity to quash the weaker
side of her heart. By defeating Kirito and efficiently dispatching the boss after
that, she could regain her logical, bloodless side.
But she did not know about the hidden strength behind the otherwise
lackluster-looking swordsman.
Their duel was a truly ferocious battle. With each collision of their blades,
Asuna felt her troubles escaping from her mind, leaving only the delight of
fighting against a worthy foe. For nearly ten minutes, they exchanged brain
pulses on a level that she had never experienced before, but she didn’t even
register the passage of time.
Asuna lost that fight. She reacted to Kirito’s desperate feint—he reached for
the second, unequipped sword on his back, for reasons she learned later—and
he made use of that opportunity to land a clean hit on her.
Against her rational desire, Asuna’s romantic leanings became impossible to
ignore after this duel, and in addition to that personal sentiment, Kirito’s
freewheeling sword style put another impression into her mind.
He was the strongest swordsman alive. Even now that the Black Swordsman
of SAO was no more, that image remained as fresh and vivid as ever.
So the revelation that this “Absolute Sword” had beaten Kirito was so
unthinkable, so shocking, that shivers ran across her skin.
Asuna looked from Leafa to Lisbeth and rasped, “Was Kirito…fighting his
hardest?”
“Hmmm,” Lisbeth mumbled, crossing her arms. “I hate to say it, but when you
get to fighting at that level, I can’t tell what’s serious and what’s not…I mean,
Kirito wasn’t using two swords, so in that sense, I guess he wasn’t fighting at his
best. Besides…”
 She trailed off and looked over at the sleeping Kirito, ruby eyes glittering with
the reflection of the fire. There was a faint smile curling the sides of her mouth.
“I get the feeling that in a normally functioning game, Kirito won’t ever fight
with all of his strength again. Meaning that, the only time he fights his hardest is
when the game is no longer a game, and the virtual world becomes real…Which
means it’s for the best if he never feels he needs to fight his hardest again. He’s
already got a knack for getting involved in trouble.”
“…”
Asuna stared at the sleeping black-haired warrior herself, then nodded.
“Yeah…you’re right.”
Leafa and Silica bobbed their heads as well, each bearing expressions of their
own understanding. Leafa, who was Kirito’s sister in real life, eventually broke
the silence.
“Well, as far as I could tell…he was taking it completely seriously. At the very
least, he definitely was not going easy on his opponent. Plus…”
“…What?”
“I’m not entirely sure, but just before the duel finished, they were locked to
the hilt for a moment, and I think I saw him speaking with the Absolute Sword
about something…After that, they took their distance again, and he wasn’t able
to dodge away from the next charge attack…”
“Hmm…I wonder what they were talking about.”
“Well, I asked, but he wouldn’t tell me. I feel like there’s something there,
though.”
“I see. In that case, he probably won’t tell me, either.” Asuna looked down at
her hands and mumbled, “I guess the only way to find out is to ask this Absolute
Sword directly.”
Lisbeth raised her eyebrows. “You gonna fight?”
“Well, I doubt I’ll win. It sounds like this Absolute Sword person came to ALO
for a purpose. Something more than just challenging people to duels.”
“Yeah, I get the same feeling. But I bet you won’t learn the answer unless you
put up as good a fight as Kirito did. Which character you gonna go as?”
Asuna thought over Lisbeth’s question. In addition to her undine fencer
Asuna, converted from her old SAO player data, she also had a sylph named
Erika whom she’d started from scratch. She decided to try out a different
character for the simple reason of wearing a different face now and then.
Erika’s build was a dagger-based close-combat fighter, which made her better
suited for duels than Asuna, who was half healer. But she shrugged
immediately.
“I’ll go with the one I’m more familiar with. If the opponent’s a speed type,
it’ll be more about reaction time than pure DPS numbers. Will you guys be
coming along?”
As she faced the group, all three of them nodded simultaneously. Silica’s tail
wagged happily through the space on the back of the chair as she piped up, “Of
course! I wouldn’t miss this fight for the world.”
“I don’t know how much of a fight it’ll be…but that’s settled, then. The little
island on the twenty-fourth floor at three o’clock, you said? Let’s meet up here
at two thirty, then,” Asuna suggested, clapping her hands and bringing up her
menu to check the time.
“Oh crap, it’s already six. I’m going to be late for dinner.”
“Shall we call it a day, then?” Leafa asked, saving her homework progress and
cleaning up. As the others followed her lead, the sylph snuck over to the rocking
chair, grabbed the back, and violently shook it back and forth.
“Wake up, Big Brother! We’re leaving!”
Asuna watched the scene with a grin, but a sudden thought wiped it away.
She turned to Lisbeth.
“Hey, Liz.”
“What?”
“You said the Absolute Sword might be a converted player,” she began
quietly. “With that much strength, it makes me wonder…could it be a former
SAO player?”
 Liz nodded seriously. “Yeah, I wondered that myself. After Kirito’s fight, I
asked him what he thought…”
“And what did he say?”
“He said there was no way that the Absolute Sword could have been an SAO
player.”
“…”
“Because if that were the case…it wouldn’t have been him who won the Dual
Blades skill.”
 2

Chi-chik.
A short electronic tone signaled the powering off of the AmuSphere.
Asuna opened her eyes slowly. She felt the chilly damp of the room’s air
before her eyes could focus on the ceiling of the dim room.
She’d set her air conditioner to provide a bit of warmth but forgot to disable
the timer, so it had run its cycle and turned off while she was in the dive. The
room, which was a bit too big for her, was now at thermal equilibrium with the
outside temperature. She heard the sound of rain and turned to the large
window at her right to see countless droplets clinging to the outside of the dark
glass.
Asuna shivered and sat up in bed. She reached for the room environment
controller embedded in the set of drawers at her side and tapped the
“automatic” button on the touch panel. That was all it took for two curtain
motors to quietly buzz to life and shut out the windows, the air conditioner to
come awake, and the LED lights on the ceiling to emit an orangey glow.
Her room was outfitted with the latest interior systems offered by RCT’s
home division. They’d installed all of these things while she was hospitalized,
but for some reason, Asuna couldn’t bring herself to appreciate them. It was
completely natural to control everything about an inside room with a single
menu in VR, but something about that concept coming to the real world left her
cold. She imagined she could feel on her skin the machine gaze of all the
sensors embedded into the floor and walls.
Or perhaps she felt it was so cold because now she could compare it to the
warmth of Kazuto Kirigaya’s traditional home, which she’d visited several times.
Her grandparents’ house on her mother’s side was like that one. When she
went there during summer vacations, she’d sit facing the back garden, her legs
dangling off the wooden porch in the sunlight, eating her grandma’s shaved ice.
Those grandparents had died years ago, and the house had since been torn
down.
She sighed and stuck her feet into her slippers before getting up. The motion
made her head swim, and she tilted over. There was no avoiding the powerful
gravity of the real world.
The virtual world simulated the same level of gravity, of course. But the Asuna
in that world could leap nimbly and allow her soul to wander freely through the
air. The gravity of the real world wasn’t just a physical force; it contained the
weight of many different things that dragged her down to earth. She was
tempted to fall back onto the bed, but it was nearly time for dinner. For every
minute she was late, she’d get an extra rebuke from her mother.
She dragged her heavy feet to the closet, where the door folded itself open
without any prompting on her part. She took off her loose polar fleece wear
and threw it rebelliously on the floor. Once she had changed into a spotlessly
white blouse and a long, dark cherry skirt, she sat down on the stool of the
nearby dresser, which automatically deployed a three-sided mirror and a bright
overhead light.
Even around the house, Asuna’s mother did not suffer her to dress casually.
She picked up a brush and tidied the long hair that had gone messy during her
dive. As she did, she wondered what sort of scenes were playing out at that
moment at the Kirigaya home over in Kawagoe.
Leafa (Suguha) had said that she and Kazuto were both on dinner duty
tonight. Suguha would drag a sleepy-looking Kazuto downstairs. They’d stand in
the kitchen, Suguha with the knife and Kazuto cooking a fish. Before long, their
mother would return and enjoy an evening beer as she watched television. The
meal would come together as they chatted back and forth, until steaming
dishes and bowls were placed on the table, and the three said their grace.
Asuna let out a trembling breath and tried not to cry. She put down the brush
and stood up. After taking a step into the dim hallway, the lights behind her
went out before she could even close the door.
She descended the semicircular staircase to the first-floor hall, where the
housekeeper, Akiyo Sada, was about to open the front door. She was probably
on her way home after fixing dinner.
Asuna bowed to the woman, a petite figure in her early forties. “Good
evening, Mrs. Sada. Thank you for coming again. Sorry to always keep you so
late.”
Akiyo shook her head, her eyes wide in consternation as she bowed deeply.
“N-not at all, Mistress. It is my job.”
The last year had taught her that saying, “Call me Asuna” would be pointless.
Instead, she approached the housekeeper and quietly asked, “Are Mother and
Brother home already?”
“Master Kouichirou will be home late. Madam is already in the dining room.”
“…I see. Thank you; sorry to keep you.”
Once again, Asuna bowed and Akiyo bent over deeply at the waist before
pushing the heavy door open and scurrying out.
She knew the woman had a child in elementary or middle school. Their home
was also in the ward of Setagaya, but she wouldn’t get home after shopping
until at least seven thirty. That was a long time for a growing child to wait for
dinner. She’d tried suggesting to her mother that they could have precooked
dinners, but the idea was never entertained.
Asuna spun on her heel, hearing three different locks click on the door behind
her, and crossed the hall to the dining room. The instant she pushed open the
heavy oaken door, a quiet but taut voice said, “You’re late.”
She glanced at the clock on the wall, which was at exactly six thirty. Before
she could protest this fact, the voice continued. “Come to the table five minutes
before the meal.”
“…I’m sorry,” Asuna grunted, stepping onto the thick rug with her slippers as
she approached the table. She lowered herself into the high-backed chair, eyes
downcast.
At the center of the three-hundred-square-foot dining room was a long, eight-
legged table. Asuna’s seat was the second from the northeast corner. To her
left was her brother Kouichirou’s chair, and on the short, adjacent east end was
her father Shouzou’s, but both were empty now.
In the chair across the table and to the left was her mother, Kyouko Yuuki, a
glass of her favorite sherry in hand, glancing through an original edition of a
book on economics.
She was quite tall for a woman. She was thin, but her solid structure kept her
from looking fragile. Her shiny, dyed-brown hair was parted evenly on both
sides and cropped straight across her shoulder line.
Though her features were attractive, the sharpness of the bridge of her nose,
the line of her jaw, and the fine but deep wrinkles around her mouth gave her
an undeniable air of severity. Then again, perhaps this effect was intended.
Through her sharp tongue and political shrewdness, she had dispatched her
department rivals and achieved tenure as a professor at just forty-nine years of
age last year.
Kyouko shut the hardcover and did not look up as Asuna sat. She spread her
napkin over her lap, picked up her knife and fork, and only then did she glance
at her daughter’s face.
For her part, Asuna looked down, mumbled a formality, then picked up her
spoon. For a time, the only sound in the dining room was the faint clinking of
silverware.
The meal was a greens salad with blue cheese, fava bean potage, grilled white
fish with herb sauce, whole-wheat bread, and so on. Kyouko selected each day’s
meals for maximum nutrition, but naturally, she cooked none of it.
Asuna continued to eat, wondering when these lonely meals with her mother
had become such tense, unpleasant affairs. Perhaps they had always been this
way. She remembered being scolded sharply for spilling soup or leaving
vegetables behind. It was just that in the past, Asuna had never known what a
fun and pleasant meal was, by comparison.
As she mechanically ate her meal, Asuna’s mind wandered far away through
her memory to her virtual home, until Kyouko’s voice brought her back. “Were
you using that machine again?”
 Asuna glanced at her mother and nodded. “Yes…We made an agreement to
do our homework together.”
“It’s not going to sink in and do you any good unless you do that studying on
your own.”
Clearly, telling Kyouko that she was doing the work on her own in that virtual
environment was not going to convince her. Asuna kept her face down and
tried a different tack. “Everyone lives very far apart. In there, we can meet one
another instantly.”
“Using that machine does not count as ‘meeting.’ Besides, homework is
meant to be done alone. With your friends, you’re bound to end up cavorting
around,” Kyouko said, her speech picking up steam as she tilted back the sherry.
“And you don’t have the leeway for fun and games. You’re behind the others,
so it’s obvious that you need to study even harder to make up those two extra
years.”
“…I am doing my studies. Didn’t you see the printout of my second-term
grade report I left on your desk?”
“I did, but I put no stock in the grade reports from a school like that.”
“A school like…what?”
“Listen, Asuna. I’m giving you a home tutor in addition to school for your third
term. Not one of these popular online tutors, but a proper one who comes to
the house.”
“W-wait…This is so sudden…”
“Look at this,” Kyouko commanded, cutting off Asuna and picking up a tablet
computer off the table. Asuna took it from her and looked at the screen,
frowning.
“…What is this…? A summary of a…transfer exam?”
“I called in a favor from a friend who’s a high school director to allow you to
take a transfer exam for their senior program. Not a slapped-together school
like your current one, but a real school. It works on credits, so you could fulfill
the graduation requirements in the first semester. That way, you can be in
college starting in September.”
Asuna stared at her mother’s face in shock. She put down the tablet and
raised her hand to keep Kyouko from continuing. “W-wait. You can’t just decide
that on your own. I like my school. The teachers there are nice, and it’s a good,
proper school. I don’t need to transfer,” she squeaked.
Kyouko sighed and made a show of closing her eyes, holding her temples with
her fingers, and leaning back against the chair. This was her finely honed
conversation technique to convince the other person of her superior position.
No doubt any man who witnessed this trick on the sofa of the professor’s office
would shrink up. Even her husband, Shouzou, seemed to avoid offering any
antagonistic opinions around the house.
“Your mother looked into this properly,” Kyouko lectured. “The place you’re
attending now can hardly be called a school. Their curriculum is slapdash and
the subjects are shallow. They scraped together anyone they could get for a
faculty, hardly any of which have experience. It’s less of an academic institution
than a correctional facility.”
“You…you can’t say that…”
“It all sounds very nice when you call it a school that accepts students whose
education has fallen behind due to an accident. But in reality, it’s nothing more
than a place where they can gather potential future problem children to keep
an eye on them. Perhaps there’s a function for such a place, when some of
those children have spent all that time killing one another in some bizarre
game, but there’s no reason for you to be there.”
“…”
It was such an avalanche of withering criticism that Asuna could not speak.
The school campus situated in western Tokyo that she’d been attending since
last spring was indeed a hastily built school, constructed just two months after
it was announced. The purpose of it was to educate those players who had
been trapped in the deadly Sword Art Online and lost two years of their
education. Any former SAO player under the age of eighteen could attend
without an entrance test or any tuition, and a graduate automatically earned
the right to sit for a college entrance exam—treatment that was so favorable,
some people even complained about it.
But Asuna knew from her attendance at the school that it was more than just
a safety net. All students were required to undergo individual counseling once a
week, where they were subjected to questions meant to detect antisocial
behavior or thoughts. Depending on the answers, they could be
reinstitutionalized or given drugs to take. So Kyouko’s accusation that it was a
“correctional facility” was not entirely untrue.
Even if that was the case, Asuna loved her “school.” No matter the
government ministries’ intentions, the teachers who worked there were all
volunteers who earnestly sought to connect with the students. There was no
need to hide her past from the other kids, and she got to spend time with the
friends she’d made: Lisbeth, Silica, a number of the frontline warriors—and
Kirito.
She bit her lip, still clutching the fork, and struggled with a sudden urge to
reveal all of her most fervent inner feelings to her mother.
I’m exactly one of those children who spent all that time killing others. I was
living in a world where lives were taken and lost by the sword every day. And I
don’t regret those days even the tiniest bit…
But Kyouko did not seem to detect her daughter’s inner conflict. “You’re not
going to advance into a good college coming out of a school like that. You’re
already eighteen, don’t you see? And at this rate, I can’t begin to imagine when
you’ll be in college, if you stick with that place. Every one of your friends from
middle school is about to take the standardized college exam next week. Don’t
you feel pressured to catch up?”
“There shouldn’t be a serious problem if I’m a year or two late to get into
college. Besides, going to college isn’t the only kind of career path to go
down…”
“That’s preposterous,” Kyouko rebuked sternly. “You have talent. You know
what incredible pains your father and I have gone through to bring out that
talent to the fullest. And then you lost two years to that crazy game…I wouldn’t
be saying this to you if you were an ordinary child. But you’re not ordinary, are
you? It would be a sin to let the talent you have go untapped. You have the
ability to go to a great college and receive a first-class education—and that’s
what you ought to do. You can take your talents to the government or a
business, or you can stay in school and make a living in academia. I’m not going
to interfere with your choice. The one thing I will not allow you to do, however,
is completely abandon those opportunities.”
“There’s no such thing as hereditary talent,” Asuna managed to squeeze in
when Kyouko stopped her speech for a breath. “You have to seize your own life,
don’t you? When I was younger, I thought that getting into a good college and
finding a good job was all there was to life. But I changed. I don’t have an
answer yet, but I think I’m close to finding out what I really want to do. I want
to attend this school for one more year so I can find it.”
“Why would you limit your own options? You could spend years at that place
and never create any kind of opportunity for yourself. But this transfer location
is different. The college it feeds into is excellent, and if your marks are good,
you can even get into my graduate school. Listen to me, Asuna—I just don’t
want you to make your life miserable. I want you to have a career that you can
be proud of.”
“My career…? Then what was up with that man you forced me to meet at the
house over New Year’s? I don’t know what sort of story you fed him…but he
seemed to think that we were already engaged. The only one who’s limiting my
life options is you, Mother.”
Asuna couldn’t keep her voice from trembling a bit. She was trying to keep
her gaze as level and powerful as possible, but Kyouko only put the sherry to
her lips, completely unperturbed.
“Marriage is a part of a career. Put yourself into a marriage that limits your
material freedom, and you’ll regret it in five or ten years. You won’t be able to
do those things you say you want to do. You won’t have any trouble with Yuuya
in that regard. And there’s much more stability in a family-run regional bank
than a megabank with all the internal competition that it involves. I happen to
like Yuuya. He’s a good, honest boy.”
“…You haven’t learned a thing, have you? Don’t forget that the one who
started that terrible crime spree, hurt me and many others, and nearly
destroyed RCT was your personal choice for me: Nobuyuki Sugou.”
“Don’t even start,” Kyouko said, grimacing and waving at the air as though
swatting an invisible fly. “I don’t want to hear about him. Besides…it was your
father who was so enamored with that man that he wanted him for a son-in-
law. He’s never been a good judge of character. Don’t worry about Yuuya; he
might not be as ambitious or forceful, but that just makes him safer and more
stable.”
It was true that Shouzou, her father, had a bad habit of ignoring those who
were closest to him. He focused on running the business first and foremost;
even after leaving the CEO position, he was too busy tweaking deals with
foreign capital sources to come home anymore. He admitted that it was a
weakness of his that he’d been too obsessed with Sugou’s development skills
and vast ambitions and didn’t pay any attention to the toxic human personality
behind the business acumen.
But Asuna felt that one of the reasons for Nobuyuki Sugou’s increasingly
aggressive behavior since her middle school years was the incredible pressure
that was placed upon him. And part of that pressure was undoubtedly the
attitude that Kyouko exhibited.
Asuna swallowed a bitter lump in her throat and kept her voice hard. “At any
rate, I have zero intention of getting along with him. I’ll choose my own
partner.”
“Fine, as long as it’s a good man who suits you. And let me be clear: That does
not include any of the students at that facility.”
“…”
Something about the way Kyouko said that made it seem oddly specific, and
Asuna felt another chill run through her.
“Did you…look into him…?” she rasped in shock. Kyouko did not confirm or
deny the accusation; instead, she changed the subject.
“You have to understand, your father and I just want you to be happy. From
the moment we picked out your kindergarten, that’s been our only concern. I
know that deep down, you regret getting involved on a whim with that game
Kouichirou bought. So you tripped and lost your footing a little bit, but you can
still recover. Only if you truly work for it, though. You can still have the most
brilliant career, if you just put in the effort.”
The best career for you, not me, Asuna thought bitterly.
Asuna and Kouichirou were only elements of Kyouko’s personal “brilliant
career.” Kouichirou went to a first-rate college and was working his way up the
ladder at RCT, to Kyouko’s satisfaction. Asuna was meant to follow in his
footsteps, but between the freakish SAO Incident and the damage to RCT’s
image caused by Sugou’s malfeasance, Kyouko was clearly feeling that her own
career was damaged.
Asuna didn’t have the spirit to continue arguing. She put her fork and knife
down next to her half-eaten meal and stood up. “Let me think about the
transfer,” she said.
But Kyouko’s response was dry and clinical. “You have until next week to
decide. Fill out the necessary fields by then, print out three copies, and leave
them on my desk.”
Asuna hung her head and turned for the door. She considered just going back
to her room, but there was something in her chest she needed to expel. A step
out into the hallway, she turned back and coldly called out, “Mother.”
“…What?”
“You’re ashamed of Grandma and Grandpa, aren’t you? You’re unhappy that
you were born from a simple farming family, rather than some famous house
with proper heritage.”
Kyouko looked stunned for a moment, but the harsh furrows returned to her
brows and lips immediately. “Asuna! Come over here!” she snapped.
Asuna was already closing the heavy teak door. She darted across the hall and
raced up the stairs, yanking open her bedroom door.
The sensors immediately caught sight of her and automatically turned on the
lights and heat. She walked over to the control panel on the wall, unbearably
irritated, and shut down the environment control system. She then threw
herself onto the bed and buried her face in her pillow, not caring if her
expensive blouse got wrinkled.
She didn’t mean to cry. As a swordsman, she swore never to cry tears of
sadness or frustration again. But that oath only amplified the agony that
strangled her lungs.
Somewhere inside her head, a voice mocked, You think you’re a swordsman?
Just because you weren’t half bad at swinging around a little digital sword in a
stupid game? What good is that going to do you in the real world? Asuna
clenched her jaw.
She should have changed after meeting him in that other world. She should
have quit blindly following someone else’s values and learned to fight for what
she ought to do.
But from the outside, what was actually different about her now, compared
to before she’d been trapped there? She put on a false smile like a little doll for
the sake of her relatives, and she couldn’t firmly refuse the life her parents had
set up for her. If she could be what she believed was her true self only in the
virtual world, then what was the point of coming back to reality at all?
 “Kirito…Kirito.” The name whispered through her trembling lips.
Kirito—Kazuto Kirigaya—still seemed to possess the hardy will he’d gained
from SAO even now, more than a year after their return to the real world. He
had to be dealing with his own pressures, but he never let it show on his face.
When she had asked him what his future goals were, he smiled shyly and said
that he wanted to be on the side of the developer, rather than the player. And
not for software like VRMMOs, but a new man–machine interface, a much
closer and more intimate connection than the current full-dive technology, with
its many limitations and regulations. Even now, he was active in tech forums
both domestic and foreign, studying and exchanging opinions with others eager
to advance the interface.
Asuna believed that he would continue to head straight for his goal without
hesitation. If possible, she wanted to be with him all the way, following that
same dream. She was hoping to go to school with him for the next year so that
she could determine what she needed to study to make that happen.
But that possibility was now on the rocks, and Asuna was filled with the
helpless feeling that she could not resist the forces compelling her.
“Kirito…”
She wanted to see him. It didn’t have to be in the real world; she just wanted
to go back to their little cabin so she could cry into his chest and reveal all of her
troubles.
But she couldn’t. The one whom Kirito loved wasn’t this powerless Asuna
Yuuki, but Asuna the Flash, mightiest fencer in all the land. That knowledge was
like a heavy chain around her neck.
“You’re strong, Asuna. Much stronger than me…”
Kirito’s long-past words echoed in her ears. Maybe he would distance himself
from her, as soon as she revealed her weakness to him.
The thought terrified her.
Asuna stayed facedown on the bed until she eventually fell into a light sleep.
She saw herself walking arm-in-arm with Kirito through the shade of the
trees, silver scabbard at her waist. But her other self was locked in a dark place,
forced to watch silently as the pair laughed and chatted away.
In the midst of her bittersweet dream, Asuna pined to return to that world.
 3

The twenty-fourth floor of Aincrad was a majority-water level, covered in

lakes and swamps. The visual motif was very similar to the sixty-first floor,
home of Asuna’s past residence in Selmburg, though that wouldn’t be open to
the players of ALO for quite a while yet.
The name of the main town was Panareze, which was a man-made island
placed in the center of a massive lake, with floating bridges in all directions
connected to countless little islands.
Asuna observed the festival air of Panareze from across the water, her head
resting against Kirito’s shoulder. They were sitting side by side on the southern
shore of a little island just north of the city. Behind them were green, leafy
trees, while little waves lapped at their feet. The winds crossing the lake, warm
for winter, rustled the fine grass around them.
“Hey, do you remember the first time you came to my place in Selmburg?”
Asuna asked, looking up at Kirito.
He smiled and replied, “I don’t mean to brag, but I’m really good at not
remembering things…”
“Aww!”
“…But I do remember that one vividly.”
“…Really?”
“Of course. Remember, I had just gotten that ultrarare food item, and you
cooked it into a stew for me. Oh, man…that meat was delicious…I still think
about it sometimes.”
“Great! So all you remember is the food!” Asuna pouted, but her tone was
jovial as she jabbed him in the chest. “Fine…I’ll admit, I remember that part,
too.”
 “Sheesh, don’t take it out on me, then…Hey, do you think it’s possible to
recreate that stew in real life?”
“Hmm…It was similar to poultry, so I bet you could tweak the sauce just
right…But actually, I’d prefer to keep that a memory. Isn’t the thought of a dish
you can never taste again kind of romantic?”
“Um, well, I suppose.” Kirito nodded regretfully. Asuna couldn’t help but
laugh again. He smiled for her, then seemed to remember something. “Oh,
right. Hey…”
“What?”
“We seem to be building up a good stockpile of yrd again, so…when they
update and unlock the sixties, d’you want to get a place in Selmburg again? Like
your old apartment?”
“Hmm.” Asuna considered Kirito’s proposal, but eventually she shook her
head. “No, I’m fine. It wasn’t as if everything was sunshine and rainbows when I
was living there. We should use that money to help Agil open his store in Algade
instead.”
“Great, the return of the business that can squeeze blood from a stone. If I
invest in him, I’m charging an arm and a leg in interest…”
“Wow, you’re terrible.”
They could have talked about the old Aincrad all day. As they chatted and
laughed, Asuna noticed that the number of players flying from Panareze over
toward their island was growing considerably. They all flew overhead, toward
the large tree at the center of the isle.
“Well, I think it’s about time. I gotta go,” Asuna said, already regretting the
loss of his body warmth. Kirito put on a serious expression.
“Asuna. If you’re going to fight the Absolute Sword…”
“…Yeah?”
“Well…um, I guess, just…It’ll be tough. Seriously.”
She found his lack of conviction curious. “I’ve already heard all the stories
from Liz and Leafa. And most important, even you couldn’t win. I’m not
assuming I’ll stand a chance. I just want to see it for myself…In fact, I still can’t
envision you losing in a fight.”
“There are plenty of folks out there tougher than me by now. It’s just…this
Absolute Sword is on a different level.”
“Speaking of which, Leafa mentioned that you had a little conversation in the
middle of your duel. What did you talk about?”
“Oh, ummm, just something I was wondering about…”
“Such as?”
“Er, well…”
She was acutely aware that there was something anxious in Kirito’s gaze, and
she blinked repeatedly, even more confused.
No matter how strong this Absolute Sword was, this wasn’t the world of SAO
any longer. Even if you failed to resign in time in a duel and ran out of HP,
someone could just cast a resurrection spell to bring you back on the spot.
You’d lose a bit of experience to the death penalty, but nothing a few hours of
grinding couldn’t restore.
But his answer was not what she expected.
“Basically, I said, ‘You’re a complete and total resident of this world, aren’t
you?’ And the answer I got was a smile and an unbelievably quick thrust. It
was…faster than should be possible…”
“A total resident of this world…? Meaning, like, someone without a real life?”
Asuna asked curiously, but Kirito shook his head.
“No. I wasn’t speaking about a single VRMMO world, but the Seed Nexus as a
whole…Actually, not that, either. I guess I was implying more like…a child of the
full-dive environment itself.”
“What does…that mean…?”
“I don’t want to give you any preconceptions. You should go and experience it
for yourself.”
He bopped her on the head. She blinked and heard the sound of several
fairies descending on the other side of the tree behind them, followed by a
familiar bellow.
“I swear, take my eyes off of you for a minute, and this is what happens!”
Asuna hastily got up and turned toward the sound of footsteps striding
through the grass. Lisbeth appeared around the side of the tree trunk, her
hands planted on her waist, framing her heavy apron. She glared down at
Asuna.
“Sorry to interrupt, but it’s time.”
“I-I know that,” stammered Asuna. She used her wings to get to her feet, and
then checked that her equipment was right. She had a tunic of woven mithril
and a matching skirt, boots, and gloves made of water-dragon hide, and a rapier
with a hilt of crystal in the scabbard at her waist. Each piece had the best
possible stats for items of its type. If she lost the duel, it wouldn’t be because of
her gear.
Once she had inspected all of her equipment and magical accessories, Asuna
glanced at the clock in the lower right corner of her view. It was just past 2:50 in
real time.
With a glance at Kirito next to her, followed by Lisbeth, Silica, Leafa, and Yui
overhead, Asuna was ready.
“Okay, let’s go!”
They flew in a low, flat line, heading for the center of the nameless island.
Once the rows of leaves and branches cleared up, a large hill came into view.
Overhead loomed the tremendous foliage of what looked like a miniature
version of Yggdrasil, the World Tree. At the base of the tree was a gathering of
numerous players, arranged in a large circle. A wave of cheers reached her ears;
the duels had already begun.
The group found an empty spot within the circle, and no sooner had they
landed than a single player fell screaming out of the sky. He landed at the foot
of the tree roots headfirst with a great crash, sending a cloud of dust flying.
The salamander swordsman lay splayed out on the ground for a time before
he finally sat up. He shook his head, clearing the cobwebs of the impact, and
raised his hands high.
“I give! I surrender! I resign!”
The end-of-duel fanfare played overhead, followed by a louder round of
applause. Around the crowd, people marveled at the sixty-seventh consecutive
victory of the champion and the unlikelihood that anyone would end that
streak. Asuna leaned back and gazed upward, trying to catch a glimpse of the
winner.
Amid the dapple of the great branches, she spotted a silhouette descending in
a curling spiral. It was smaller than she expected. From the reports, she
expected a huge, brawny man, but if anything, the torso looked delicate, fragile.
As the figure approached, the details became more and more apparent.
Creamy skin with touches of purple in the shade, the signature look of the
imps. Long, straight hair a lustrous purplish-black. An obsidian breastplate that
was softly rounded and a bluish-purple tunic with a long skirt flapping in the
wind. A scabbard at the waist, long and black.
As Asuna watched in stunned surprise, the unbeaten Absolute Sword did a
lithe spin before touching down delicately on tiptoe, transitioning to a theatrical
bow with skirt held in fingertips and right hand pressed to the chest. An extra-
loud round of cheers and whistles erupted from all around—particularly from
the men in the audience.
The Absolute Sword popped back to a standing position with a dazzling smile
and a cheeky little V-for-victory sign. The duelist was clearly shorter than Asuna,
with a compact face; dimpled cheeks; a slightly upturned nose; and big, shining
eyes as purple as amethyst.
Shock still coursing through Asuna’s veins, she leaned over and elbowed
Lisbeth in the side.
“…Excuse me, Liz.”
“What?”
“The Absolute Sword is…a girl!”
“What, didn’t I say that?”
 “No, you didn’t! Oh…in fact…”
Now she turned to glance sidelong at Kirito.
“The reason you lost isn’t because…”
“N-no!” he protested, straight-faced, shaking his head adamantly. “I didn’t go
easy on her just because she’s a girl. I was superserious about it. Really. At
least…from partway on.”
“Oh, I’m sure,” she huffed, turning away.
Meanwhile, the salamander was at last up on his feet, shaking hands with the
Absolute Sword with a smile, despite his defeat. He returned to the crowd,
scratching his head in embarrassment. The black-haired girl with the crimson
headband cast a low-level heal spell on herself and surveyed the crowd.
“So, um, who’s up next?”
Her voice was just as high-pitched and bubbly as her avatar. There was an
innocent playfulness to it that you wouldn’t expect from a veteran fighter.
ALO was a game that did not allow for players to switch gender, so the player
herself had to be female, but it did not take age and figure into account; the
player’s avatar was generated randomly. Still, there was a naturalness to her
mannerisms and voice that made you want to believe they reflected her true
age.
In the crowd around Asuna, she could hear people teasing one another and
sounding reluctant to step forward—there was no rush to be the next
opponent. It was Lisbeth’s turn to elbow Asuna in the ribs.
“Well, go on.”
“W-wait…I need to get my mind back in gear…”
“Oh, you’ll get that in no time once you fight her. Now get going!”
“Ack!”
Asuna stumbled forward several steps with the force of Lisbeth’s push. She
avoided falling by spreading her wings, and when she looked up, she was
staring right into the face of the girl nicknamed the Absolute Sword.
 “Oh, do you want to fight, Miss?” she asked, grinning.
Asuna had no choice but to answer, “Er…sure, I guess,” in a tiny squeak.
Normally she would have engaged in some verbal sparring with her opponent
before the match, but she was thrown off guard by not finding the large,
imposing man she expected.
A bracing cheer rose from the crowd. Many of the people present recognized
Asuna from her frequent appearances on the medal stand after the monthly
dueling tournaments, and she heard her name repeated several times.
“Okay!” the girl chirped, snapping her fingers and motioning Asuna over.
With a deep breath, she summoned up her courage and stepped into the
middle of the crowd. Once the crowd noise had died down, she asked, “So, are
there any rules to the duel?”
“Of course. You can use all the magic and items you want. I’ll only be using
this,” she announced, tomboyish, patting the hilt of her sword. With that
innocent show of confidence, Asuna finally felt her sense of competition
prickling.
…After a comment like that, I’d be a coward to use long-distance interference
magic. You want a proper swordfight? I’ll give you one. Asuna stroked the
handle of her rapier.
At that moment, the girl called out confidently and loudly, “Oh, right. Do you
prefer fighting on land or in the air?”
Asuna was taken aback—she had assumed they would be fighting in the air.
She stopped herself in the act of drawing her blade.
“…You’re fine with either one?”
The Absolute Sword nodded with a grin. Asuna suspected another bit of
mental gamesmanship was at play, but there wasn’t a hint of malice in the imp
girl’s smile. She simply believed that she would win in either arena, that was all.
If that was the case, Asuna would indulge her. “On the ground, then.”
“Okay. Jumps are allowed, but no using your wings!” the girl bubbled, folding
her distinctive wings behind her back. The batlike appendages quickly faded in
color until they were nearly invisible. At the same time, Asuna held her shoulder
blades as close as she could for two seconds, the action command to eliminate
her wings. She heard a faint jingle over her shoulder, the sign that they were
gone.
From the very first day that she dove into ALO as a proper player and not a
prisoner, Asuna had mastered the “voluntary flight” system, which didn’t have a
handy flight stick. At this point she was able to hold her own in air battles
against ALO vets who had been around since before Aincrad was added to the
game.
But it was hard to get over the battle instincts that had seeped into her core
over two long years in SAO. Fighting on land would actually be quite an
advantage for her. She could feel the solidity of the ground from her toes to her
heels.
Next, Asuna checked the color cursor of the girl who went by “Absolute
Sword” by focusing her gaze in the vicinity of the girl long enough to
automatically bring up a long, horizontal window. In addition to revealing the
target’s name, HP/MP bars, and any buff/debuff icons, the window’s color
identified the nature of their relationship to the viewer. The reason it was called
a “color cursor” was because it shifted in tone depending on if the target was a
friendly, neutral, or hostile race, or if it was a friend, guildmate, or party
member.
As it was their first meeting, Asuna couldn’t yet see the girl’s name—the
space above the HP bar was blank. Instead, there was a small icon to the left of
that known as a “guild tag,” the sign that she was a member of a guild. This logo
was player-customizable, and hers was a cute image of a pink heart with white
wings. Asuna did not have a tag of her own, as she wasn’t a member of a guild
yet. The idea had arisen among her friends to start a guild on several occasions,
but they’d never gone through with it.
The girl’s brilliant red-purple irises fixed on Asuna’s after a brief period of
being off focus; she must have been checking Asuna’s cursor in turn. She
grinned and waved her right hand, bringing up a system window. Immediately
following that, a window notifying her of an incoming duel offer burst into life
with bold fanfare. At the top, it said:
 YUUKI IS CHALLENGING YOU TO A DUEL.
So the girl’s name was Yuuki—it was spelled with katakana, but the first thing
that came to Asuna’s mind was “courage.” It was a fitting name for her—both
cute and gallant at the same time.
At the bottom of the window were three options that she recognized from
SAO: “first-strike mode,” then “half-finish mode,” and finally, “full-finish mode.”
In the old Aincrad, nearly every duel was first-strike, in which the first clean hit
by either player ended the fight. A full-finish duel meant that the loser would
die, and in half-finish mode, if the finishing blow was a critical hit, it could easily
drop the loser’s HP into extremely perilous territory.
Naturally, without the threat of death hanging over their heads, full-finish
mode was selected. Asuna hit the OKAY button, thinking about how the times had
changed. The name Yuuki appeared in the girl’s cursor. That meant that from
her end, she could see the name Asuna as well.
The duel window disappeared, replaced with a ten-second countdown. Asuna
the Flash and Yuuki the Absolute Sword grabbed their hilts at the same time,
drawing their blades forth. Two high-pitched shinngs overlapped.
Asuna’s foe used a narrow, one-handed longsword, as dark and translucent as
her obsidian armor. Based on its brilliance and detail, it looked to be the same
rank of weapon as Asuna’s. In other words, it probably didn’t have an ultrarare,
unknown Legendary trait.
Yuuki held her longsword at midheight and easily took a sideways stance.
Meanwhile, Asuna kept her right hand close to her body with the rapier held
horizontally. The cheering of the crowd faded away like the drawing of a wave.
She took a deep breath, then let it out. The countdown hit zero.
At the very moment that the word DUEL flashed between them, Asuna leaped
forward as far as she could. She closed the twenty feet between them in a blink,
twisting her frame to the right.
 “Shi!”
Her right hand shot forward like an arrow from a bow. With all of that inertia
and torque behind her, she thrust twice just left of Yuuki’s body center, then a
moment later, once more to the right. They were ordinary attacks, not Sword
Skills, so they weren’t very fast, but they were unerringly precise. While she
might be able to dodge the first two hits to the right, it would be impossible to
dodge the last one.
Just as Asuna expected, Yuuki spun to the right to evade the initial jabs. But
the third strike would sink right into the spot where she stopped…
Instead, Yuuki’s own sword turned into a blur just before the rapier point hit
her breastplate. The aim of Asuna’s thrust was thrown off by just a bit, and a
tiny spark shot up from the right side of her weapon.
By the time she realized her opponent had accurately parried the blindingly
fast thrust, Asuna’s sword had already just grazed the Absolute Sword’s armor
and flown past it.
The nape of Asuna’s neck crawled with the anticipation of a counterattack.
But if she pulled her sword back now, it would immobilize her body and make it
an easier target. Rather than fight the momentum of her thrust, she spun left
into it.
At the same time, she caught sight of a black sparkle leaping up toward the
base of her neck.
“ !!”
The lightning flash of its speed sent a sharp thrill racing through Asuna’s body.
Her breath stopped, and she put so much force into her toe spin that her foot
drilled into the ground.
There was short, fine grass at her feet, and the friction of that surface was set
slightly lower than cobblestones or bare earth. That differential cost Asuna, and
her right foot slipped, causing her whole body to buckle.
But that was fortunate, as it meant Yuuki’s blade only grazed Asuna’s chest. A
terrific shock wave roared right into her ear as it passed. If the game had ruled
that it struck her hair, she would have lost about half of her light blue coif. Out
of the corner of her eye, she saw the air waver with the expulsion of all that
unleashed energy.
With her boots properly gripping the ground again, Asuna leaped hard to the
right. She bounded again with her left foot so that she was a safe distance
away.
Yuuki was unbalanced with the force of her attack, but she kept her smile in
place as she retook her mid-level stance. Asuna tried to calm her racing heart
enough to return that smile—but on the inside, there was a waterfall of cold
sweat coursing through her.
An incoming thrust was nothing more than an approaching point, and the
only way to avoid it was to step sideways out of its path, but the Absolute
Sword had successfully deflected it by striking the side of Asuna’s rapier.
It was less the speed of the counter than the incredible reflexes that stunned
Asuna. Despite all of the stories of her might, the cute exterior of her opponent
caused her to let her guard down, and now it was as if a cold bucket of water
had been thrown onto her. She’d suspected that Kirito’s defeat was due to the
fact that he went easy on a girl, but now she realized that suspicion was unfair
and untrue. Even he had never succeeded in parrying one of Asuna’s best
thrusts that easily.
She took a deep breath to steady herself. This was a formidable foe, but she
wasn’t much of a warrior if she was ready to give up after trading a single round
of blows…
Suddenly, she heard a little voice in her ears.
Oh, now you’re a warrior? In a stupid little game…
She gritted her teeth and shook the mental noise out of her head. This was
another real world, and every battle here was deadly serious. It had to be that
way.
Asuna swung her sword to hold it above her right shoulder, snapping herself
into focus. This time she pointed it directly at her opponent.
If normal attacks weren’t going to work, she’d have to risk using a Sword Skill.
The problem was that every Sword Skill was followed by an unavoidable period
of delay, so missing with any of her hits would leave her open to a fatal
counterattack at the end. She needed to unbalance her foe somehow, to ensure
that her skill would strike true. Asuna clenched her empty left hand.
When she leaped forward again, her mind was cold and focused. She could
feel a sense of acceleration throughout her body, the burning of her nerves and
synapses—a sensation she hadn’t felt when fighting in the world of ALO yet.
This time, Yuuki came toward her as well. The smile was gone from her lips,
but the crystal-purple eyes still sparkled.
Asuna swiped to the right to deflect an obsidian slash that came roaring down
on her from above. In addition to the sparks and clanging, a tremendous shock
ran through her hand. The girl leaped back, but Yuuki snapped her weapon
forward instantly, as if it had no weight of its own. Swing after swing, so fast
that reacting once seeing them would be too late. Asuna had to watch every
detail of her opponent’s moves to predict the next attack and then deflect or
evade it. At times, one of their swords would land briefly, and both fighters’ HP
started to drop, but neither had secured a clean hit yet.
In the midst of this ultraspeed battle, Asuna was struck by a sudden off
sensation.
Indeed, Yuuki’s attack and reaction speed were frightfully quick. She might be
faster than Kirito when it came to pure speed. But the only reasons Asuna could
keep up were the enormous backlog of experience she had with battle in SAO
and the straightforward nature of her opponent’s attacks. There were no stop-
and-start jolts or feints to throw off Asuna’s sense of timing.
Maybe she just didn’t have much experience fighting against human players,
Asuna thought. If that was the case, just a single instant of surprise might be the
key to victory.
Asuna evaded a three-part attack from upper right, upper left, and side left,
then leaped forward at right, into Yuuki’s wheelhouse. They were practically
touching. At this range, a single step wouldn’t provide enough distance for
either of them to dodge.
Asuna dropped down and prepared to thrust straight for the center of her
opponent’s body. Yuuki reacted and started to swipe upward from below.
At that instant, Asuna drew her right hand back and threw a quick left punch
into her foe’s unguarded body—she’d learned the Martial Arts skill from a
training hall in the far-off capital of the gnomes. There was little damage, as she
was not equipped with a knuckle-style weapon, but it carried a stun effect that
wouldn’t be present without the skill.
A dull thud ran through her fist, and Yuuki’s eyes went wide with shock.
This would be her only chance. Asuna instantly initiated the four-part
Quadruple Pain Sword Skill.
Her rapier flashed bright red, and her right, guided by the unseen hand of the
game engine, ripped through the air like lightning.
Asuna was certain that her skill would land. Her opponent was off balance.
She was at close distance. Evasion was impossible.
But as she let the system do all the work, Asuna was watching her opponent’s
face, and another shock ran down her back. The Absolute Sword’s eyes were
still wide, but there was no surprise in the reddish-purple irises. Her pupils were
focused intently on the tip of the rapier.
She can follow the path of the sword?! Asuna marveled, just as Absolute
Sword’s right hand twitched.
Four quick, hard scrapes rang out, like the sound of a sword briefly being
placed against a spinning whetstone. Asuna’s four-part skill was deflected in all
directions, without a single hit landing. All she’d seen was the black inkblot
afterimage of Yuuki’s sword.
After her final blow, Asuna was left frozen for less than a second with her
hand outstretched—but the pause filled her with despair. The deadly Absolute
Sword would not possibly pass on that opportunity.
The obsidian sword whipped backward and glowed bluish-purple.
A counter Sword Skill!
“Yaah!”
It was the first vocal utterance Yuuki had made in the duel. A direct thrust so
fast that she couldn’t have dodged it even without the skill delay bit into
Asuna’s left shoulder. It was followed by a breathless five-part combo. Every
blow rang true, and Asuna’s HP dropped quickly into the yellow. She didn’t
recognize this as a One-Handed Sword Skill, which meant it must be an Original
Sword Skill. It was a tremendous five-part thrusting combo…
But throughout Asuna’s absent admiration, Yuuki’s sword never lost its
brilliant shine. And now, she held it up to the left.
Five wasn’t the end of the combo—there was more. A third shock ran through
Asuna as she finally recovered after her skill delay.
Five more of the same thrusts meant she would run out of HP. But there was
no way for her to dodge. If a futile attempt to escape got her cut across the
back, she’d be better off putting all her hopes on a last-ditch attack. Asuna
clenched her rapier and started another Sword Skill. It was the five-part OSS
she’d managed to create, called “Starry Tear.”
Bursts of red and blue intersected. In the same formation as the last five-part
combo, Yuuki hit Asuna with an X-shaped attack starting at her right shoulder
and crossing her body.
But this time, Asuna’s rapier found purchase as well. Five thrusts bit into the
black armor in a tiny star shape.
After they had traded five-hit skills, a moment of silence descended. Neither
had fallen yet. Yuuki’s HP bar was halfway drained and colored yellow. Asuna’s
HP was down in the red zone, just a tiny sliver left. As a character inherited
from her old SAO data, Asuna’s HP value was higher than even the oldest-
running ALO member. And that stunning ten-part OSS had nearly finished her
off entirely…
But no. Yuuki’s longsword was still glowing purple. The Sword Skill wasn’t
over.
 It drew back and aimed right for the center of the glowing X of damage that
crossed Asuna’s chest.
Eleven hits.
To her astonishment, she recognized that this was the very OSS that the
Absolute Sword was wagering in the duel.
The power and speed were off the charts. And beyond that, it was beautiful.
She had no regrets in being defeated by such a skill. Asuna closed her eyes and
waited for the finishing blow.
The eleventh attack, which was poised to eradicate the last tiny line of health
left on her HP bar, stopped still.
With the skill canceled, the tremendous light and impact of that blow
scattered into empty air instead, rustling all the surrounding grass outward.
“ ?!”
As Asuna stared wide-eyed, the Absolute Sword lowered her namesake and
walked closer, of all things. She patted Asuna’s shoulder with a free hand and
gave her a dazzling grin. Her lips opened wide, and she made a bold
proclamation.
“Yes, you’re very good! I’ve decided on you!!”
“Wha…Err…?” Asuna stammered stupidly, taken aback. “Um…what about the
duel…?”
“That was enough to satisfy me. Or did you want to keep going to the finish?”
Yuuki replied with a smile. Asuna shook her head. Either way, her HP would
have gone down to zero if she hadn’t blocked the final attack.
The tomboy nodded happily, continuing. “I’ve been looking for someone who
struck me as just right. I finally found you! So, do you have some free time
still?”
“Uh…yes. I’m free…”
“Then come with me for a bit!”
Yuuki the Absolute Sword slid her blade coolly into the sheath on her waist
and forcefully extended a hand. Asuna hesitantly stashed her weapon as well
and took the hand.
The other girl stretched her shoulders wide, the bodily command to deploy
wings. The translucent, batlike wings popped out and propelled her into the air.
“Um, hang on.” Asuna hastily spread her shoulder blades and leaped into
flight. Yuuki grinned and turned, still holding Asuna’s hand, then shot upward
like a rocket.
“Wait! Where are you going, Asuna?!” came a high-pitched voice. Asuna
looked down as she was hurtled upward and saw Lisbeth, hand to her mouth,
looking both shocked and annoyed. Leafa, Silica, and Yui—who was sitting atop
Kirito’s head—all looked stunned, but the black-clad spriggan was grinning as
though he expected something like this to happen.
Bolstered by his expression, Asuna smiled back and sucked in a deep breath.
“Uh, um…I’ll get in touch later!” she yelled to Lisbeth, just as Yuuki’s wings
glowed purple and burst into a dash. Asuna desperately beat her wings to keep
up with the force yanking her onward, in the trail of the mysterious warrior.
Yuuki headed directly south over the lake that covered the twenty-fourth
floor and plunged straight through the outer aperture of Aincrad, breaking out
beyond the flying castle.
“Pwah!”
A mass of thick, wet cloud hit Asuna’s face. After several seconds of flying
straight through whiteness, the clouds gave way, and there was an infinity of
cerulean blue around them.
Far below and straight ahead, there was a green cone piercing the clouds—
the foliage of the World Tree that loomed over the center of Alfheim. Directly
below that, barely visible, was the faded blue surface of the earth. Based on the
round, carved coastline and the circular island floating in the water, Aincrad
seemed to be flying over Crescent Bay, the home of the undines.
Just as Asuna started to wonder where they were going, Yuuki made a sudden
ninety-degree turn directly upward.
 She was faced with the looming sheer cliff that was the outside of Aincrad,
several dozen feet away. As they climbed, they cut across floor after floor, each
one three hundred feet tall, but the Absolute Sword kept pushing upward.
Even with the power of flight, they could only freely enter those floors that
had already been conquered. Above that, the outer apertures were solid,
inviolable space. Asuna began to worry and opened her mouth to check, but
just as she had taken a fresh breath, they turned ninety degrees yet again.
Yuuki was heading for the twenty-seventh floor. If Asuna’s memory was
correct, that was the current player frontier. They shot through the mossy
outside and plunged into the interior, everything suddenly growing darker.
The twenty-seventh floor of Aincrad was a land of eternal night. The outer
apertures were extremely narrow, so barely any sunlight got inside, even at
midday. On the inside, craggy rock mountains stretched all the way to the
ceiling above, and enormous hexagonal pillars of crystal grew out of the
ground, emitting pale blue light. It was rather similar in atmosphere to the
underground gnome world at the northern end of Alfheim.
The imp girl, who would have the second-best night vision behind a spriggan,
pulled Asuna along through the rocks. At times, flocks of flying gargoyle
monsters appeared ahead, but Yuuki skillfully evaded their search capabilities.
Eventually, they plunged into a deep valley and flew at low speed until a small
town nestled into the circular valley came into view: Rombal, the main city of
the twenty-seventh floor.
The town seemed to be scooped right out of the rock, a complex system of
narrow alleys and staircases that was lit by orange lamps. It was an oddly
soothing sight, like a little glowing fire in the midst of the dark of night.
Yuuki and Asuna forged trails of purple and blue as they descended gently
toward the circular plaza at the center of the town. Soft BGM began to play in
their ears, the sign that they had entered the safe haven of civilization, and
their noses were tickled by the faint scent of stew as their heels landed on the
paving stone.
Asuna let out a long breath and surveyed her surroundings. Rombal was
meant to be a town of night spirits, and as a result, there were no larger
buildings present. There were only numerous quaint workshops, businesses and
inns crammed in tight, carved out of bluish stone and lit by orange lamps. The
contrast gave it an eerie beauty and the bustling feeling of a night festival.
In the days of the old SAO, the floor gave the player population trouble, but
without any notable features or facilities, they didn’t have much reason to
spend time there. She only remembered staying there a few days, at best. But
as the current frontier of progress in New Aincrad, it was currently bustling with
players, each bristling with impressive gear. Every face on the street gave off
the impression of a hardened warrior with more than a little eccentricity, and
the sight filled Asuna with both nostalgia and bitterness.
She had raced through the floors up until the twenty-second, just for the sake
of buying that forest cabin, but Asuna had hardly participated in any of the boss
fights since then. The catharsis of opening new towns was better meant for
those new players who hadn’t experienced it before, and being among the
frontline players did not always bring up the most enjoyable memories for her.
She shut her eyes and shook her head to clear out the past, then looked to
the Absolute Sword nearby.
“So…why did you bring me here? Is there something important in this town?”
she asked. The imp girl grinned and took her hand again.
“First, I want to introduce you to my companions! This way!”
“Er, wait…”
Asuna had to chase after the racing girl, who plunged down one of the narrow
alleys that extended in a radial pattern outward from the plaza. They went up a
small stairway, then down one, then over a bridge, then through a tunnel,
emerging at last in front of a small building. They walked through the door,
under a cast-iron hanging sign fashioned into a cauldron shape, reading INN.
Inside, they passed a napping, whiskered old NPC at the front desk and went
into the pub in the rear.
“Welcome back, Yuuki! Any luck this time?!” came an excited boy’s voice as
they entered the room.
Five players were seated around a circular table in the center of the pub.
There were no others in the room. Yuuki strode over to them and turned back
to Asuna. She flourished toward the group and proudly announced, “Allow me
to introduce you to the members of my guild, the Sleeping Knights.”
She made another half turn and pointed to Asuna. “And this lady is, um…”
Yuuki paused. She ducked her head a bit, rolled her big eyes, and stuck out
her tongue impishly. “Sorry…I didn’t actually ask her name yet.”
The five players sitting around the table all groaned and slumped theatrically
in their chairs. Asuna couldn’t help but giggle. “Nice to meet you. I’m Asuna.”
Suddenly, the small salamander boy sitting on the left leaped up, his orange
ponytail waving. “I’m Jun! Nice to meet you, Asuna!” he blurted.
Next to him was a large gnome. The narrowed eyes below his unruly, sandy
locks added a touch of charm to his imposing bulk. He tried to suck in his
bulging stomach and bowed, slowly adding, “Er, um, my name is Tecchi. It’s a
pleasure.”
Next to stand was a young, thin leprechaun. His neatly parted, bronzy-blond
hair combined with metal-frame glasses to give him the look of a student. His
small, round eyes went wide and he bent over, blushing for some reason.
“M-my name is, um, Talken, and it’s, um, n-n-nice to…Ow!!”
The woman sitting to his left kicked him hard in the shin with a heavy boot.
“Get over that stammering habit, Tal! You do it every time you meet a girl.”
The owner of that forceful voice stood up, scraping her chair against the floor.
She gave Asuna a full-faced grin and scrunched up her flared mane. “I’m Nori.
Good to meet you, Asuna.”
Based on her tanned skin and gray wings, she seemed to be a spriggan, but
the heavy brows, sharp eyes, and heavyset figure did not seem to match the
wispy, illusionist spriggan race.
The last was an undine, like Asuna. Her shoulder-length hair was an aqua so
pale it was nearly white, and her long eyelashes hid gentle eyes that were
nearly navy. She had a long-bridged nose, small lips, and a surprisingly fragile-
looking body: perfectly fitting for the race that was meant to be healers.
 The woman stood gracefully and, in a smooth, calm voice, intoned, “It is nice
to meet you. I am Siune. Thank you for coming.”
“And,” said the Absolute Sword, jumping onto the end of the line, her
amethyst eyes sparkling, “I’m Yuuki, the leader of the guild! Asuna…” She took
big strides over and grabbed both of Asuna’s hands. “Let’s do our best
together!”
“Um…and what are we doing?” Asuna asked, a smile frozen on her face.
Yuuki looked stunned for a second, then stuck out her tongue again. “Oh,
right. I didn’t explain anything yet!”
Flop! The five at the table slumped in their chairs again, and Asuna couldn’t
hold in her laughter this time. She clutched her sides and chuckled, and
eventually Yuuki and the others joined in with booming laughter.
Asuna took another look at the Sleeping Knights, trying to stifle her giggles,
and felt something shiver up and down her back.
All of them were tremendous players. She could tell, just from watching each
and every limb move. All six of them were completely comfortable with
controlling their avatars in a full-dive environment. She was certain that with
their weapons, they were each close to the Absolute Sword in skill.
Asuna—and, she suspected, Kirito and the others—was completely unaware
that there had been such a crack team of veteran players in the game. If they
had all come from another VRMMO like Yuuki, they must have been quite a
legendary guild in their old haunt. She wondered what would make them
abandon their familiar avatars and carefully acquired items and move to ALO…
At last, Yuuki got over her giggles and scratched at the red headband, noting
regretfully, “I’m sorry, Asuna. I brought you all the way here without explaining
why. I got so happy to find someone else as strong as me that I just got carried
away…Well, allow me to ask properly. Help me…I mean, help us!”
“Help…you?” Asuna repeated, confused. A number of thoughts ran through
her mind.
It probably wasn’t a request to join their party to help them get more money,
items, or skill points. A guild with this much manpower wasn’t going to be much
different with Asuna added.
At the same time, it was hard to imagine they needed help getting a certain
item or buying a house. Unlike the old SAO, where information was traded for
exorbitant prices, ALO had plenty of third-party websites that offered all the
game info you could ever need, for free. By consulting those sites, resourceful
players could get just about any items they wanted.
Perhaps what Yuuki saw in Asuna was not just numerical strength, but the
entirety of knowledge that went into mastering battle. Yet it was PvP play that
needed that skill the most, not PvE monster hunting. And since it involved a
guild invitation, perhaps what the Absolute Sword planned wasn’t duels like on
that little island, but a major group battle—a massive slaughter with some
other guild, no rules involved.
Asuna mulled it over, bit her lip, then said, “Um…if it involves helping you in a
war with some other guild, then I’m sorry, but…”
Player-versus-player fights that didn’t happen within the structured
tournament system or some other rule set always left her with unresolved
emotions afterward. Naturally, it was a minority of players who held a long-
term grudge over a momentary competition, but she couldn’t discount the
possibility that such actions might end up causing trouble not just for herself
but for her friends.
For that reason, even if she suffered boorish, unfair behavior from others out
in the hunting grounds, she made sure never to draw her sword on another
player.
Asuna opened her mouth, ready to explain her philosophy as briefly as she
could, but Yuuki gave her a wide-eyed shake of her head.
“No, no, we’re not going to war or anything. It’s, um…well…You might laugh
at us, but…”
She looked down, mumbling shyly, then looked up at Asuna and admitted,
unexpectedly, “The thing is…we want to beat the boss of this floor.”
“H-huh?!” Asuna stammered. That was not at all what she expected. She had
been anticipating something even more grandiose and extreme than a guild
war, and instead got the most orthodox answer of all: beating a floor boss. It
was the exact same thing that just about every other player on this floor had to
be thinking.
“When you say…‘boss,’ you mean the kind at the end of the labyrinth…? Not
some kind of timed mob with a unique name?” she asked, just to be sure. Yuuki
nodded.
“Yep, exactly. The kind you can only beat once.”
“Hmm…I see, a boss…”
Asuna looked at the other five members of the guild, whose eyes were
shining as they awaited her answer. It seemed as though Yuuki’s team wanted
to be counted among the “advancement guilds” who specialized in defeating
bosses to push the player base’s progress onward. Freshly converted with no
personal connections, they wanted instruction from Asuna to help them join
the ranks of the game’s expert players—perhaps.
“Well…given how good you are, Abso…I mean, Yuuki…”
After much surprised blinking and a few attempts to switch her mind into
gear, Asuna pondered the practical possibility of the request. At present, the
frontline players working on Aincrad were about 80 percent ALO veterans and
20 percent comeback players from the original SAO. For now, the two groups
were meshed together, with many guilds featuring a combination of ALO and
SAO types, but shortly after the Aincrad update, relations were stiff. After all,
they each had their pride: The “fairies” were playing the oldest game for the
AmuSphere, while the “swordsmen” had played the very first VRMMO in
existence. Asuna was much the same way.
 If a group of converted players from a different game barged in and asked to
join the raid, their prospects might not be great, but Yuuki the Absolute Sword
was the kind of off-the-charts power that created exceptions. If the other five
were equivalent to her, they just needed a chance to display that talent.
“Let’s see…I understand they’ve mapped out this floor’s labyrinth up close to
the boss chamber, so I can’t make any guarantees about getting a spot on this
raid party, but as long as you start off by participating on the next floor, they
might see the merit in allowing you to join the raid…But the maximum member
count for a raid is forty-nine, so I can’t be sure they’ll make room for all six of
you, either,” Asuna explained. Yuuki shrank back shyly a bit, and once again she
blew the top off of Asuna’s expectations.
“Um, well, that’s not exactly what I mean. I don’t want to join a big team…I
want to defeat the boss with just the seven of us.”
“…Wh-whaaat?!”
Asuna’s shriek was the loudest noise that had echoed off the walls since she
arrived in the pub.
The reason was quite simple.
Compared to the boss monsters that loomed over each floor in the original
SAO, the New Aincrad bosses were considerably stronger. What with the
changes in the game’s system, it wasn’t such a simple comparison, but given
that with proper strategy and planning, the old bosses could be defeated
without losing a single player, it was telling that the new bosses scattered their
human foes like dandelion fuzz with ultrapowerful standard attacks and unique
moves.
That necessitated changes in battle strategy, of course. A raid party needed
close to the maximum number of members, and more healers were needed to
stem the tide of deaths. Rather than having one member sacrifice himself to
deal ten damage, get ten members to safely and reliably deal eleven. Asuna was
participating in the boss battles up to the twenty-first floor, and even at those
low floors, the number of 7x7 raid parties with the full forty-nine members that
ended up completely wiped out was uncountable.
 Naturally, the bosses got tougher as the floors went on. The recent Christmas
update unlocked the floors in the latter twenties, but the twenty-sixth floor
below them had taken the best and brightest of several major guilds to clear.
So no matter how powerful Yuuki’s little guild might be, adding Asuna to bring
them to a total of seven wasn’t going to make a bit of difference against the
boss. She tried to explain that to the girl as simply as possible, choosing her
words carefully.
“…and that’s why…I don’t think having just seven of us is going to work…”
When she finished, the Sleeping Knights looked among one another and
smiled shyly for some reason. Yuuki spoke for the group.
“Yeah, it didn’t work at all. We tried it on the twenty-fifth- and twenty-sixth-
floor bosses already.”
“What?! The…the six of you?!”
“Yep. We really did pretty well, in my opinion…but we couldn’t get enough
MP and healing potions to do the trick. While we were trying out different
strategies and load outs, a bigger group came along and beat them each time.”
“Oh, I see…So you are taking this seriously.” Asuna examined the six faces
again.
It was certainly a reckless and pointless attempt, but she had nothing against
that sort of pluck. Once players were fully familiar with a game, they became
too set in their knowledge of what they could and couldn’t do. The spirit of
ambition that pulsed through the Sleeping Knights was very fresh and exciting
to Asuna—and familiar, as well.
“But…why? Why do you want to beat the boss on your own, rather than with
other guilds?”
Of course, beating a boss with so few members would result in an absurd
amount of yrd and exclusive loot for each person. But that didn’t seem like a
motive that fit the people she’d just met.
“Um, well…um, well,” Yuuki chattered, her amethyst eyes wide. But the
words did not come. Her mouth opened and shut in hesitation as she tried to
find the right way to describe their plan.
That was when the tall undine named Siune came to Yuuki’s aid. “I will
explain. But first, please be seated.”
Once all seven of them were sitting at the table and had received an order of
drinks from the NPC waitress, Siune neatly folded her long fingers and began
her explanation.
“As you might have surmised already, we did not meet in this realm. We were
part of an online community that had nothing to do with games…and found
that we all got along quite well. We’ve been friends for about…two years now.”
She paused to reflect on the past, her eyes downcast.
“They are the most wonderful companions. We have traveled to various
worlds and gone on many adventures together. But unfortunately, it’s only
through the spring that we’re likely to be able to continue. Everyone is going to
be…busy after that. So before we break up the team, we decided that we
wanted to make one last, unforgettable memory together. Out of the countless
VRMMO worlds out there, we looked for the most enjoyable, beautiful, and
exhilarating world, so that we could work to achieve some grand goal together.
After converting to various games, we eventually arrived here.”
Siune looked around the group in turn. Jun, Tecchi, Talken, Nori, and Yuuki
each nodded, their faces shining. Siune smiled wanly and continued. “We have
found that Alfheim, land of fairies, and its floating castle Aincrad, make for a
splendid place. The beautiful cities, forests, plains, the World Tree, and this
castle—none of us will ever forget our memories of flying together here. If
there’s one more thing we want…it’s to leave some trace of ourselves in this
world.”
Beneath her half-closed lids, Siune’s navy blue eyes took on a light of intent.
“If we defeat a floor boss, our names will be left on the Monument of
Swordsmen found in Blackiron Palace on the first floor, I understand.”
“Ah…”
Asuna went wide-eyed, then nodded. It was true that the names of the
players who defeated bosses were recorded in Blackiron Palace. Asuna herself
was listed in the twenty-first-floor slot.
“Well…it’s only for stroking our own egos, but we really want to have our
names on that monument. There’s just one problem. If a single party beats the
boss, all of their names are written down, but if the group is multiple parties,
only the party leaders’ names are recorded.”
“Oh…I see. Yes, you’re right about that,” Asuna said, recalling the interior of
the palace.
The Monument of Swordsmen was a 3-D object modeled in the game’s
physical space, which meant it naturally had a limited area—certainly not
enough for the names of every player to participate in boss battles up to the
hundredth floor. There were only seven slots for each floor. So as Siune said, if a
single party beat the boss, all their names could fit, but if it were a full raid, only
the seven party leaders would be represented.
Once Siune was certain that Asuna had picked up on their intention, she
continued. “In other words, for all the members of the Sleeping Knights to show
up on the monument, we must defeat the boss with just a single party. We did
our best on the twenty-fifth and twenty-sixth floors, but we just couldn’t get
over the top…So we came to a group decision. The maximum size of a party is
seven, so we had room for one more. Presumptuous as it may sound, we
wanted someone even stronger than Yuuki, the best of our guild, so that we
could ask him or her to join us in our task.”
“I see…So that’s what’s going on,” Asuna said, letting out the breath she’d
been holding. She looked down at the white tablecloth.
Leaving their names on the Monument of Swordsmen. I understand that
desire.
Because all online games—not just VRMMOs—demanded plenty of time from
their players, many people withdrew from them in the spring, when the
Japanese school year ended and people looked for new jobs. It was an
eventuality that even close-knit guilds that had been together for years would
one day break apart. So it was natural to want to leave behind traces of that
bond for as long as the game world existed.
For her part, Asuna didn’t know how long she’d be able to play ALO. If her
mother got any tougher on her, she might take away the AmuSphere. So if her
remaining time was limited, then she wanted to make each and every second
count, just like they did.
“…What do you say? Will you accept? We converted here not long ago, so I’m
afraid we’re not in a position to offer you much…”
Siune opened a trade window in order to present a money amount. Asuna cut
her off immediately.
“Er, no, it’s going to cost quite a bit to undertake the task, so you should keep
what money you have for that. As long as I get something from the boss, that
should be fine…”
“Then you’ll accept?!”
The faces of Siune and her five companions sparkled. As she looked at each of
them in turn, Asuna felt herself secretly wondering how it had come to this. It
had only started with a little spark of curiosity about the mysterious Absolute
Sword. And suddenly she was here, all the way at the front line, far from their
dueling spot, introduced to a group of friends, and accepting an invitation to
tackle the floor boss together. It hadn’t even been an hour yet.
Asuna stared into the amethyst eyes of Yuuki as they glittered with
expectation—the very person who had dragged her into this roller coaster of
events. It was too sudden, and too forceful, but such strange encounters were
one of the joys of a VRMMO. And most important, there was a faint but certain
feeling brewing inside of her: She could sense that she would get along with this
odd duelist and her companions.
“Umm…Just give me a bit of time.”
It was for that reason that she didn’t want to take this decision lightly. Asuna
sucked in a deep breath, fixed her eyes on the cups on the table, and tried to
calm down her slightly bewildered thoughts into a rational state. She set aside
her confusion and surprise, focusing just on the grand goal of Yuuki’s team.
Long ago, Asuna had led the charge against several boss monsters as the sub-
leader of a guild that no longer existed.
She spent hours with other advanced guilds and solo players, arguing and
screaming about attack patterns and weaknesses, even getting to her knees to
beg for help when they were short on manpower. The reason she went to such
lengths was to uphold an ironclad rule that existed in that world: not to allow a
single fatality.
But now, everything had changed. In the land of fairies, the only rule every
player had to follow was to enjoy themselves. Would it be “enjoyable” to admit
you stood no chance and give up before trying? Yuuki’s guild had tried two boss
monsters and acquitted themselves well, even as a tiny team of six.
Rather than worrying about likely failure and overthinking, she ought to try it
out. It felt like forever since she’d played so recklessly. What was the worst that
could happen? Only the loss of a few experience points each.
“…Let’s get as far as we can—setting aside our chances of success.” Asuna
smirked mischievously, raising her head. Instantly, Yuuki’s adorable face burst
into sunshine. The five companions raised a cheer, and she leaned over the
table to squeeze Asuna’s outstretched hand in both of hers.
“Thank you, Miss Asuna! I had a feeling you’d say that from the first moment
our blades struck!”
“Just call me Asuna,” she replied with a grin, which Yuuki returned.
“And call me Yuuki!”
Once she had shaken hands with each of the overly eager members at the
table and they’d toasted with another round of mugs, Asuna turned to Yuuki
and brought up something that came to her mind.
“By the way, Yuuki…you were looking for powerful people to duel, right?”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
“Well, there must have been other good fighters before me. Do you happen
to remember a spriggan dressed in black with a longsword? I’m guessing that he
would be a much bigger help to you than me…”
“Ohh…” That seemed to be enough to remind Yuuki of Kirito right away. She
nodded but frowned, crossing her arms. “Yes, I remember. He was tough!”
“Then…why didn’t you ask him to join you?”
 “Hmm…”
It was rare for Yuuki not to have an immediate answer. She put on a
distracted smile.
“He’s not right for us.”
“Wh…why?”
“He realized my secret.”
Yuuki and the others didn’t seem to want to talk about that, so Asuna
couldn’t press further. She assumed the “secret” had to have something to do
with her Absolute Sword strength, but whatever Kirito had noticed, Asuna
couldn’t begin to guess.
Suddenly, the leprechaun Talken spoke up to change the topic, pushing his
round glasses higher onto his nose.
“So…as far as concrete plans to beat the boss…Wh-where do we start?”
“Ah…well…”
Asuna took a deep swig from her mug of fruit-flavored beverage to smooth
the doubt in her throat, and then held up a finger.
“The first and most important thing is to have clear knowledge of the boss’s
attack patterns. If everyone evades when you need to evade, defends when you
need to defend, and attacks like crazy when it’s time to attack, we might just
stand a chance. The problem is how to gain that information…I don’t suppose it
will work to ask the bigger guilds that focus on taking down bosses. I think it’ll
be necessary to give it a preliminary attempt, with the expectation of failure.”
“Yeah, we’ll be fine with that! The problem is, on the last floor, and the one
before that, we went in unprepared and lost, and then another guild won right
after that,” Yuuki noted sadly. On the other side of the table, Jun the
salamander frowned, his spiky eyebrows folding together.
“We went back to it just three hours later, and it was already over. Maybe it’s
just my imagination, but…it was like they were waiting for us to fail…”
“Ahh,” said Asuna, putting her hand to her mouth to think.
 She’d heard rumors about various confrontations surrounding boss fights
recently. Usually it was about the bigger guilds trying to run everything, but
would they really bother to pay attention to a measly six-man party? Still, some
information couldn’t be ignored.
“Well, in that case, we should be well prepared and expect to retry it as soon
as possible if we wipe once. What time would be most convenient for
everyone?”
“Oh, sorry. Talken and I can’t do nights. How about one o’clock tomorrow
afternoon?” said Nori, the well-built spriggan, scratching her head
apologetically.
“Yeah, that works for me. Shall we meet at this inn at one tomorrow, then?”
The Sleeping Knights each offered a comment of agreement. Asuna looked at
the group and energetically cried, “Let’s give it our best!”
At last, Asuna left the inn, patting Yuuki’s shoulder as the excited girl thanked
her yet again, looking sad as she left. She decided the first step was to return to
her group of friends. She trotted back to the teleport gate in the center of
Rombal, gleefully imagining how shocked they would be when she explained all
that had happened.
She navigated the streets as best she could on shaky memory, and had finally
emerged in the bustling circular plaza—when something odd happened.
With the suddenness of a switch being flipped, the world went black. Asuna
was plunged into darkness without sight or sound.
 4

There was a sudden falling sensation, like she’d been hurled into a bottomless
pit.
Suddenly, her sense of up and down shifted ninety degrees, and she felt a
powerful pressure on her back. Next, Asuna tensed against the shock of each of
her five senses violently reconnecting and resuming.
After a few eyelid twitches, she was able to pry teary eyes open to see the
ceiling of her room. At last, the familiar softness of her bed registered on her
skin. As she breathed, quick and short, the chaos of her senses finally began to
subside.
What had happened? It could have been a momentary power outage or an
issue with the AmuSphere. She took a deep breath at last and sensed the scent
of a perfume that did not belong to her. She sat up, suspicion sinking in, and her
mouth fell open.
Standing right next to her bed with a stern expression, holding a thin gray
power cord in her hand, was Asuna’s mother. She had pulled the power directly
out of the AmuSphere Asuna was wearing.
In other words, the abnormal disconnection was the result of Kyouko
powering off the AmuSphere. “Wh-what was that for, Mother?!” Asuna
protested.
But Kyouko only glanced silently at the north wall, her expression severe.
Asuna followed her gaze and saw the hands of the wall clock indicating that it
was about five minutes past six thirty. Her mouth twitched in surprise.
Kyouko said, “I told you when you were late to dinner last month—the next
time you’re late because of this game, I’m going to pull the plug.”
Her tone was beyond cold, almost gloating. Asuna nearly shouted back at her.
She looked down to stifle that urge and managed to emit, low and trembling,
“It’s my fault for forgetting the time. But you didn’t have to pull out the cord. If
you shook my body or shouted at my ear, it would send a warning inside to
me…”
“The last time I did that, it took you five minutes to wake up.”
“That’s because…I had to travel, and say good-bye, and…”
“Good-bye? You’re prioritizing simple pleasantries in that nonsensical game
over actual arrangements in real life? Don’t you care about the hard work that
our help put into the meal, only for you to let it go cold?”
A number of arguments ran through Asuna’s head. Even in a game, they’re
still real people. Besides, when you go work at your school, you routinely waste
an entire day’s worth of cooking with a single phone call. But she only looked
down again, sighing a trembling breath. Her eventual response was short and
simple.
“…I’m sorry. I’ll be careful next time.”
“There won’t be a next time. The next time you let this thing ruin your actual
responsibilities, I’ll take it away. Besides.” Kyouko sneered, glaring at the
AmuSphere still attached to Asuna’s forehead. “I just don’t understand you
anymore. That bizarre contraption has cost you two precious years of your life,
don’t you understand? Why doesn’t it make you sick just to look at it?”
“This one isn’t like the NerveGear,” Asuna mumbled. She took the double-
ringed circle off her head. After the lessons of the SAO Incident, the AmuSphere
was constructed with several safety mechanisms to prevent that from
happening again, but Asuna recognized that it would be pointless to say so.
Besides, it was true that, different device or not, Asuna had been in a vegetative
state for two years because of a VRMMO game. Her mother must have been
worried sick during that time, and both of her parents probably steeled
themselves for her eventual death. She understood why the woman would hate
the device.
Her mother sighed in response to Asuna’s silence and turned for the door.
“It’s time to eat. Get changed and come down at once.”
 “…I’m not hungry today.”
It wasn’t fair to Akiyo the housekeeper, who cooked dinner, but she was in no
mood to sit across from her mother and eat now.
“As you wish,” Kyouko responded, shaking her head as she left. When the
door clicked shut, Asuna reached for the room control panel and set it to vent,
hoping to drive out the scent of her mother’s eau de toilette. Instead, it
persistently hung in the air.
The excitement she’d felt about meeting Yuuki the Absolute Sword and her
wonderful friends, and the anticipation of a new adventure with them, had
melted like a snowball in the hot sun. Asuna stood up and opened the closet,
slipping on a pair of damaged jeans with ripped knees. Next was a thick cotton
parka and a white down jacket on top of that. They were some of the few
clothes in her possession that weren’t chosen for her by her mother.
She straightened her hair and grabbed a bag and her cell phone before
leaving the room. She got down the stairs and slipped on her sneakers at the
front door when the security panel at the door screeched, “Asuna! Where are
you going at this time of night?!”
Asuna ignored her and opened the door before her mother could remotely
lock it. The instant the double doors opened, metal security bolts shot out from
both sides, but Asuna slipped through them just in time. The damp, cold night
air struck her face.
Only once she had crossed the driveway and escaped the property through
the walk-in entrance to the side of the front gate did Asuna let out the breath
she’d been holding. The vapor turned white before her eyes before dissipating
into the air. She pulled the jacket zipper up to her neck and stuck her hands into
her pockets, then started walking for the Miyanosaka station of the Tokyu
Setagaya line.
She didn’t have a destination in mind. She’d run out of the house in an act of
rebellion against her mother, but even Asuna knew it was just a pointless bit of
childish posturing. The phone in her jeans pocket had a GPS tracker, so her
mother knew where she was at all times—not that Asuna had the courage to
leave her phone behind. That frustration with her own weakness only amplified
the feeling of powerlessness in her chest.
Asuna stopped in front of a children’s park at the end of a row of large
mansions. She sat down on the reverse U-shaped piece of metal pipe blocking
the entrance of the park and pulled her phone out of her pocket.
She traced the screen with a finger, bringing up “Kirito”—Kazuto’s contact
info from her address book. Her finger hovered over the CALL button, but Asuna
held it there, shutting her eyes.
She wanted to call him and tell him to come pick her up on his motorcycle
with an extra helmet. She wanted to sit on the back of that tiny, noisy, oddly
speedy vehicle with her arms clenched around his midsection, riding straight
along the major roads empty in the wake of the holiday. Just like flying at top
speed in Alfheim, that would certainly clear the cobwebs out of her mind.
But if she saw Kazuto now, she would lose control of her emotions and break
down into sobs, revealing all the things she wanted to keep secret from him.
Her forced transfer from their school. The possibility that she might not be able
to play ALO anymore. The cold reality that pushed her in a direction that had
been erected for her since birth, and her inability to fight against it—in other
words, her own weakness, which she had tried to keep hidden.
She moved her finger away from the screen and held the SLEEP button instead.
After a brief squeeze of the phone, she put it back into her pocket.
Asuna wanted to be stronger. To have the strength of will to never waver in
her decisions. The strength to proceed in the direction that she desired, without
relying on someone else to take care of her.
But at the same time, a voice screamed that it wanted to be weaker. The
weakness to not hide her true self, to cry when she wanted to cry. The
weakness to cling, to cry out for protection and help.
A snowflake landed on her cheek and melted into water. Asuna looked up,
silently watching the faint blots of light as they descended from the pale gloom
of night.
 5

“So basically, Yuuki, Jun, and Tecchi will be the forwards, Talken and Nori will
be midrange, and Siune will be the backup.”
Asuna examined the lineup of the Sleeping Knights with their equipment on
display, a finger to her chin. When she’d been introduced to them last night,
they were all in their light ordinary wear, but now they were outfitted with
powerful ancient weapons.
Yuuki had on her black half armor and longsword, like the day before. Jun the
salamander was wearing a blazing bronze full plate that seemed out of place on
his petite frame, and there was a greatsword on his back that nearly matched
him in height.
Tecchi the enormous gnome also had thick plate armor, as well as a tower
shield like a door. His weapon was a heavy mace with menacing protrusions on
all sides.
The bespectacled leprechaun Talken’s slender build was covered in brassy
light armor, and his weapon was a frightfully long spear. Next to him, the
imposing lady spriggan Nori wore a loose cloth dogi without any metal, to go
with a steel quarterstaff that nearly reached the ceiling.
And Siune the undine, the only mage of the group, wore a priestly cassock of
white and navy blue, with a round, puffy hat like a brioche bun and a thin silver
rod in her right hand. It was a well-balanced party on the whole, but they were
a bit underserved when it came to buffing and healing.
“So it looks like I ought to take a support role,” Asuna noted, loosening her
sword belt to exchange her rapier for a magic-boosting wand.
Yuuki shrugged apologetically. “Sorry, Asuna. It’s a shame to put you in the
back, when you’re so good with the sword.”
 “No, it’s fine. I wouldn’t be good as a shield, anyway. Instead, Jun and Tecchi
will have to get whacked a lot, so be prepared!”
She looked at the two heavy warriors with a smirk. The salamander and
gnome looked at each other, their sizes incredibly mismatched, then smacked
their breastplates in unison.
“Y-yeah! We’re on top of it!” Jun said enthusiastically, if a bit awkwardly.
Everyone laughed.
The date was Thursday, January 8th, 2026.
At one o’clock on the last day of winter vacation, Asuna had shown up at the
same inn in Rombal, main town of the twenty-seventh floor, to rejoin the
Sleeping Knights as promised. They were ready to test out the boss monster
that presided over the top floor of the labyrinth tower.
Asuna understood that her role here was less to boost their numerical
strength and more to provide strategic advice that would make the most of
everyone’s abilities. In terms of sheer power, every one of the Sleeping Knights
was probably Asuna’s superior. The one thing she had that they didn’t was
knowledge and experience of this game.
The first step was examining everyone’s build and gear to establish a basic
party archetype.
Now that she knew she’d be in the back line, Asuna opened her inventory and
dropped her rapier inside, replacing it with her wand. It was a cheap-looking
item, not much more than a branch with a single leaf at the end, but in reality, it
was taken from the very top of the World Tree. She had to evade the furious
attacks of a mammoth guardian dragon to get it.
“Now,” Asuna started, twirling the wand in her fingertips, “let’s go check out
that boss chamber!”
The group of seven left the inn and flew into the eternal night sky.
As she would have expected, they were all expert flyers without the need of
flight-stick assistance. Asuna marveled at the smoothness of their ascent; they
didn’t seem to be freshly converted to ALO in the least. But that wasn’t so much
caused by a familiarity with the genre as it was an intimate understanding of
the full-dive tech that made VRMMOs possible. True, a scant handful of players
were like this, but in her long history, Asuna could count those she knew on one
hand, led by Kirito.
So having six of them together at once made her wonder how such a guild got
formed. In a logical sense, being January 8th, this was the time most people in
society were getting back to work or school. Asuna’s school was confident
enough in its curriculum that she didn’t have to start the third term until
tomorrow. However, getting all six of them available in the middle of the day at
once would normally be very difficult to schedule.
Given their absurd strength, among other things, the most likely answer was
that they were all extremely hardcore players. But Asuna felt that was not the
case. Asuna did not get that sense of bristling pride from the Sleeping Knights
that was exuded by most guilds consisting of such members. It seemed that
they were all purely enjoying the game on its own merits.
Asuna almost never gave any thought to the real players behind the avatars
in-game, but she couldn’t help but wonder now. Meanwhile, up ahead, Yuuki
shouted, “I can see the labyrinth!”
She looked up with a start and caught sight of a huge tower beyond the line of
rocky mountains. The circular structure ran from the ground straight up to the
bottom of the floor above. A number of hexagonal crystal pillars, each the size
of a small house, jutted from the base, their faint blue glow dimly illuminating
the tower in the darkness. The entrance yawned black and forbidding at the
foot of the building.
They hovered outside to make sure there were no monsters or parties
loitering around the entrance. She had already announced the plan for today’s
spontaneous boss attempt to Lisbeth and the others, of course. They were
surprised by the Absolute Sword’s sudden request, but she was relieved to hear
them all pledge to chip in. Of course, the point of all this was to make one last
big memory for Yuuki and her guild, so they couldn’t turn it into too big of a
thing. Asuna’s friends decided to give them all the healing potions they could
carry and wished them well.
Ever since the start, Kirito had maintained a knowing, meaningful silence
about the other girl. While he did seem to temporarily fall into a meditative
state, he still saw her off with a smile, and he convinced Yui that it was better to
remain behind with him. In a sense, helping another guild was a form of
betrayal, so Asuna was grateful that her friends were so understanding. This
thought warmed her heart as she trailed in the back row of the team during
their descent to the tower.
They landed on dark soil and stared up at the massive edifice. She’d looked up
these pillars dozens of times since starting the old SAO, always tipping her head
back to inevitably gaze at the floor above, but when up close at ground level—
rather than observing from the air—their tremendous size never failed to make
her feel insignificant.
“So…as we decided, we’ll try to avoid combat with ordinary monsters as much
as possible on the way,” Asuna declared. Yuuki and the others nodded back,
their faces grim. The party theatrically drew its weapons from waist and back
alike.
Siune, the magically inclined undine, raised her silver rod and began to chant
a series of buffing spells. Various visual effects surrounded the seven party
members, and a number of status icons popped into life beneath their HP bars,
at the upper left of their view. Next, Nori the spriggan cast a spell that gave
everyone night vision. Asuna knew a few status spells, too, but Siune’s skill
levels were higher.
Once the preparations were complete, they all indicated their readiness with
a nod, and Yuuki set foot inside the labyrinth.
It started off as a natural cave, but once the walls and floor switched to
manmade paving stones, the temperature of the air dropped, and dampness
clung to their skin. As she remembered from the SAO days, the interior of the
labyrinth was vexingly large, and the monsters were much tougher than those
found outside. Plus, like those dungeons down in Alfheim below, there was no
flying allowed inside. They’d bought map data ahead of time from an info
dealer, but even then, it would take a good three hours to reach the boss
chamber.
Or so I’d expected.
 Instead, just an hour into the journey, they stood in a massive corridor that
led to a set of enormous chamber doors at its end. Asuna could only marvel at
the strength of Yuuki and her companions. She had an idea of their strengths
individually, but what made them even better was the precision of their
teamwork. They didn’t need words; just a tiny bit of body language would send
the signal to stop or proceed as necessary. Asuna was fine just tagging along in
the back row. They only got into three battles on the way, and they followed
her instructions by dispatching the leader first, throwing the others into
confusion, and allowing the party to slip past and evade further trouble.
As they headed down the corridor to the chamber doors, Asuna couldn’t
resist the urge to lean over and mutter into Siune’s ear. “I dunno…was my
presence really necessary? It almost seems like there’s nothing I can do to make
you guys any better…”
Siune went wide-eyed and shook her head dramatically. “No, don’t say that. It
was thanks to you that we didn’t fall into a single trap and avoided so much
combat. The last two attempts, we took on every battle, so we were quite
drained by the time we got this far…”
“W-well, that’s an incredible feat in and of itself…Oh, wait, Yuuki,” Asuna
called out. The three at the front came to a halt. They’d already covered half of
the long hallway to the door, close enough for the gruesome reliefs carved into
the doors to be visible. There were pillars at regular intervals on either side of
the hallway, but there were no monsters in sight, not even hiding in the
shadows.
Yuuki and Jun looked back at her questioningly. Asuna put a finger to her lips
to hush them, then stared beyond the last pillar on the left side of the massive
doors. The only illumination in the corridor came from pale flames glowing from
niches set high on the pillars. Even with the help of Nori’s night-vision magic, it
was hard to sense the fine movement of the shadows flickering against the
stone walls. But something in Asuna’s instincts said there was an anomaly in her
vision.
She waved the others back and raised her wand, chanting long spell-words as
quickly as she could and holding her free hand up in front of her. When the
chant was done, five little fish appeared above her hand, their pectoral fins as
long as wings. She leaned over the transparent blue fish and blew softly in the
direction of the wall.
The fish leaped off of her hand and began to swim straight through the air.
She had summoned “searchers” that would undo the effects of concealing
magic. The five swam in a narrowly splayed wave, until two of them eventually
plunged into the wavering of the air that Asuna had sensed.
Blue light spread at once. The searchers vanished, and the veil of green air
that they had revealed began to dissolve.
“Ah!” Yuuki exclaimed in surprise. On the other side of the pillar, where there
had been nothing before, three players suddenly appeared.
Asuna’s eyes quickly scanned the three. Two imps and one sylph, all equipped
with light daggers. But their equipment grade was high. She didn’t recognize
their faces, but she did recognize the guild tag on their cursors: a side-facing
horse on a shield. It was the symbol of a major guild that had been tackling the
labyrinth towers since the twenty-third floor.
It was a bad sign that they were hiding in a stretch of labyrinth without any
monsters. That was a PK tactic. Asuna raised her wand, preparing for long-range
attacks from afar, while the rest of the party brandished their weapons in turn.
But to their surprise, one of the trio raised a hand in panic and shrieked,
“Stop, stop! We don’t mean to fight!”
The pressing note in the voice didn’t sound faked, but Asuna wasn’t going to
let her guard down yet. She shouted back, “Then put away your weapons!”
The three shared a look and returned their daggers to their sheaths. Asuna
glanced briefly toward Siune and whispered, “If they start to draw again, cast
Aqua Bind on them.”
“All right. Oh my gosh, it’s my first PvP fight in ALO. I’m so nervous.”
To Asuna, it looked more like excitement than nerves in her eyes. She
smirked, then turned back to the trio and took a few steps closer.
“If you weren’t trying to PK us…then why were you hiding?”
The imp, who seemed to be the leader, glanced at his companions again, then
answered: “We’re waiting for a meet-up. We didn’t want to get tagged by mobs
while waiting for our friends, so we were hiding.”
“…”
It was a likely answer, but somehow suspicious. Hiding spells had a
considerable mana cost while active, so they would need to be drinking an
expensive potion a few times a minute to keep it up. And if they were able to
get all the way to the end of this labyrinth, they shouldn’t need to go to such
lengths to avoid monsters.
But she didn’t seem likely to spot any other cracks in their story. If pressed to
it, they could dispatch the trio via PK themselves, but causing trouble with a
major guild would be nothing but headaches down the road.
Asuna swallowed her doubts and nodded. “All right. We’re here to tackle the
boss, but if you’re not ready yet, I assume you don’t mind if we go first.”
“Yes, of course,” the skinny imp answered immediately, to her surprise. She
had expected them to use more obsequious flattery to interfere with their
attempt at the boss. He waved his two companions back and retreated to the
side of the massive doors.
“We’ll be waiting for our friends here. So, um, good luck,” he said with a faint
smile, then motioned to the sylph with his chin. The sylph raised his hands and
began to chant spell words with practiced ease.
Soon, a vortex of green air swirled up from the caster’s feet, covering the
three of them. Eventually the color flickered and faded, leaving nothing behind
but the wall.
“…”
Asuna stared in the direction of their hiding place with a frown on her lips, but
eventually shrugged and turned to Yuuki. She seemed to have found nothing
wrong with that suspicious interaction; her purple eyes glittered with
expectation as she stared at Asuna.
“…At any rate, let’s go ahead and test the waters as planned,” Asuna said, and
the other girl grinned and nodded.
 “Yeah, it’s finally time! Let’s do our best, Asuna!”
“Let’s not test the waters, but go in expecting to beat it on the first try,” Jun
cajoled, to which Asuna could only smile.
“Well, that’s the ideal. But you don’t have to waste the expensive items to
heal. Just let Siune and me do our best to cast healing spells. Agreed?”
“Yes, Sensei!” Jun chirped mischievously. She poked the visor of his helmet
and looked to the other five in turn.
“If you die, don’t return to town immediately. Stick around and watch the
boss’s attacks. If we get wiped, we’ll all go back to Rombal’s save point. Jun and
Tecchi will stay at the front and guard, using taunt skills to pull aggro. Talken
and Nori will attack from the wings, being careful not to draw too much
attention. Yuuki will be a free attacker, preferably from behind the boss. Siune
and I will be at the back providing support.”
“Got it,” Tecchi boomed for the rest of the group.
Once Siune was done re-upping the team’s buff effects, the two front
members proceeded forward. Tecchi, who had a tower shield held up in his left
hand and his heavy mace in the right, turned back to Asuna when he reached
the doors.
Asuna gave him a nod, and Jun used the hand not holding his greatsword to
touch the door. He tensed and pushed.
The black, gleaming rock doors creaked in protest, then split, rumbling the
entire corridor with the sound of thunder as they opened. The interior was pure
darkness.
Almost instantly, two pale fires lit themselves just beyond the door. Two more
started to the left and right. At brief intervals, countless flames popped into
being to eventually form a circle. It was an effect that happened on every floor,
a countdown of sorts that allowed the challengers time to prepare before the
boss finally appeared.
The boss chamber was a perfect circle. The floor was polished black stone,
and vast. On the wall in the back was a door that led to the staircase going up to
the next floor.
 “Let’s go!” Asuna cried, and Jun and Tecchi burst into the room. The other five
followed.
Everyone took their spots in formation and raised their weapons just as a
rough-hewn mass of polygons began to pop into existence in the center of the
chamber. The little black cubes combined into a humanoid form with bursting
noises, forming edges and gaining information and profile before their eyes.
At the end, it exploded into little tiny shards, revealing the full extent of the
boss.
It was a dark giant standing a good thirteen feet tall. Its burly, muscled trunk
sprouted two heads and four arms, each holding a menacing, ugly bludgeon.
The giant took a step forward, sending an earthquake rumble through the
room. The extra volume of its upper half was not matched by the lower half,
and it tipped forward perilously, but the two heads were still held high over
Asuna and the others.
Four glowing red eyes glared at the intruders. The giant let out a deep bellow.
The two upper arms raised hammers the size of battering rams, and the lower
arms slammed massive, anchor-ready chains against the ground.
 6

“Daaah, we lost!!”
Nori was the last to teleport, slapping Talken on the back as he gleefully
lamented their defeat.
They were inside a domed building facing the central plaza of Rombal. The
group had appeared around the save crystal set into a lowered depression in
the middle of the room. They had, of course, been quickly crushed by the dark
giant that was boss of the twenty-seventh floor.
“Darn, we tried so hard,” Yuuki grumbled, until Asuna grabbed her by the
collar. “Fwuh?”
The undine fencer dragged the imp girl off to the corner of the room. “Over
here, everyone!”
Jun and the others followed, widemouthed with surprise. They had just been
suggesting a return to the inn for a break and a rundown of their attempt.
There was no one else inside the dome, where the deceased respawned, but
Asuna made sure they were gathered in a spot where their voices would not
carry outside so she could address the group in privacy.
“We don’t have time to hang around. Remember the three outside the boss
chamber?” she asked quickly.
“Oh, yes,” Siune said, nodding.
“Those were scouts from one of the major boss-beating guilds. They were
watching for players outside of their guild attempting to challenge the boss. I’m
guessing that on the floor before this, and the one before that, they were
watching you go in just like that.”
“I…I had no idea…”
 “I’m guessing their intention isn’t to interfere with your attempt, but to gain
information for themselves. They see the attempts of small guilds like the
Sleeping Knights as a test case to learn the boss’s attack patterns and weak
points. That way, they don’t have to suffer the death penalty or potion cost
themselves,” Asuna explained.
Talken, the one with the round glasses, raised a hand, his fingers fully
extended. “B-but, after we walked into the boss chamber, the door closed
instantly. H-how could they have collected information if they couldn’t even s-
see our fight?”
“Well, this is my fault for not being careful…but toward the end, I noticed a
little gray lizard slithering around Jun’s feet. That’s a Peeping spell—dark magic.
It sends a familiar to track a target player and latch onto his or her sight to show
the caster. It should have showed a debuff icon when the spell was cast on you,
but only for a second…”
“Oh, dang. I never noticed it!” Jun exclaimed, looking guilty. Asuna patted him
on the back.
“No, it’s my fault for not warning you ahead of time. They must have slipped
the spell onto you while Siune was rebuffing us just before we went inside. It
would be really hard to notice a single momentary icon when there are a ton of
them popping up.”
“…Which could mean,” Yuuki said, wide-eyed, clutching her hands to her
chest, “it wasn’t just a coincidence that the twenty-fifth- and twenty-sixth-floor
bosses got beaten right after we tried them!”
There was surprise in her voice, but not a hint of anger or affront. Asuna felt a
renewed sense of respect for the girl as she nodded. “I’m sure that was it.
Because of your best efforts, all of the boss’s information was laid bare for
others to step in and utilize.”
“Which would mean,” Siune murmured, her shapely brows contracting, “that
we’ve played the patsy role for them once again…?”
“…My God,” Nori lamented, as the other five started to slump their shoulders,
but before that, Asuna smacked Yuuki’s armor.
 “Nope, we don’t know that for sure yet!”
“Huh…? What do you mean, Asuna?”
“It’s two thirty in the real world right now, and it’ll be hard to get a few dozen
people together for a raid at this time, even for a big guild. At the earliest, it’ll
take them an hour—and we’re going to strike before they can. Let’s wrap up
this meeting in five minutes, so we can be back at the boss chamber in thirty!”
“What?!” the mighty warriors all exclaimed in shock. Asuna glanced at the
group and gave them a one-sided smirk she’d picked up from a certain
someone.
“We can do this. We can beat this boss—even with our number.”
“R-really?!” Yuuki blurted, leaning forward so hard that their noses nearly
bumped.
“As long as we calmly and accurately hit its weaknesses. Here’s the strategy:
though the extra arms are tricky, the boss is a giant type, and the fact that it’s
not an abnormal creature type means that at least it has traditional facets we
can exploit. We know it attacks by swinging down its hammers, lashing with its
chains, and lowering its heads to charge. When its HP is half down, it adds a
wide-range breath attack. When the HP goes farther down to red, it uses an
eight-part Sword Skill with all four weapons…”
Asuna spread open a holo-panel on the floor, switched it to a text-entry
window, and quickly typed up a list of the boss’s attack patterns. Then she
listed the specific defensive methods for each one.
“…So Jun and Tecchi, you can ignore the chains. Just focus on the hammers.
Next is the weak points. Don’t try to stop the hammer swings with your shields
or weapons, just dodge them and let them hit the floor—that will cause a point-
seven-second delay. Nori and Talken, make sure that you get major attacks in
during that window. Also, its back has significant weaknesses. Yuuki, you stay
on his rear at all times and use charge skills. Just watch out for the chains, as
they go all the way around the back. Now, as for the breath attack…”
She hadn’t talked this much at a strategy meeting since she was an officer in
the Knights of the Blood, but Asuna didn’t have time to reflect on the distant
past. The other six nodded, listening intently.
A part of her noted that it was like being a schoolteacher. Asuna’s lecture was
done in four minutes. Next, she opened her inventory and materialized all the
healing potions they’d bought with their preparation budget, as well as the
parting gifts her friends had shared with them.
A pile of colorful glass bottles clattered across the floor. They distributed the
potions in a ratio matching the damage each member had taken in their
previous attempt. Then, they tossed the blue potions with mana recovery
effects into Asuna’s and Siune’s pouches, completing the preparations.
Asuna stood up straight, looked at her new companions, and grinned. “I’ll say
it again. You…no, we can beat this boss. I’ve been fighting in this place for years,
so take it from me.”
Yuuki gave her usual dazzling smile and stated, “My hunch was right. I was
correct to ask you for help—and that won’t change, whether we succeed or fail.
Thank you, Asuna.”
The others all agreed. Siune, who seemed to be the second-in-command, said
in a soft but clear voice, “Thank you very much. I am now certain that you were
exactly the person we were hoping to find.”
Asuna did her best to contain the sudden swell of emotion she felt within her.
She held up a finger and winked.
“Let’s hold all of that until we can celebrate. So…once again, let’s do this!”
The group left Rombal again, flying for the labyrinth at maximum speed. They
took the shortest, most direct route, which caught the attention of several
monsters, but Nori’s bewitching magic temporarily blinded them so the party
could continue unmolested.
They reached the massive tower in just five minutes, flying straight into the
entrance without stopping first, then racing the same route all the way up to
the top. Of course, they couldn’t just run through the middle of the monster
groups unimpeded, but Yuuki took the reins and once again dispatched the
enemy leaders.
Their timers read twenty-eight minutes when they reached the corridor that
led to the boss chamber. The long, wide hallway curved left in a spiral as it
headed toward the center of the tower.
“All right! Two minutes to go!” Jun shouted, and started a sprint for the goal
in front of Yuuki.
“Hey! Wait, you!” she cried, racing after him with her hand outstretched.
At this rate, they might just be able to rub it into the bigger guild’s face, Asuna
thought as she ran along. The group plunged down the winding corridor until
finally, the doors to the chamber came into view.
“…?!”
She sucked in a deep breath and put on the brakes when she saw what lay
ahead. Yuuki’s and Jun’s boots scraped against the floor as they came to a stop.
“Wh…what is this?!” Jun murmured, next to Asuna.
The last seventy feet of the corridor to the boss chamber was jammed with a
crowd of players, near twenty in all.
Their races were mixed, but there was one common feature: They all bore a
single guild symbol on their color cursors. It was a shield with a horse in profile
—the same thing as the three they’d caught waiting at the door.
We are too late?! They couldn’t have gathered their members this quickly,
Asuna thought ruefully. It wasn’t enough people for a boss fight. Twenty people
were three parties, less than half of the maximum raid size of seven parties of
seven.
They were probably still waiting for the rest of their group to arrive. Making
the very end of the labyrinth your meeting spot was a bold move, but that was
probably a sign of how desperate they were.
This time, Yuuki finally looked somewhat upset. Asuna approached her and
whispered into the girl’s ear, hidden by long purple hair.
“Don’t worry. It looks like we’ll have time to try it once.”
“…Really?” asked Yuuki, looking relieved. Asuna patted her shoulder and
strode over to the group. Every one of them stared at her, but there was no
surprise or doubt on their faces. In fact, there was an easiness that said they
were enjoying the situation.
Asuna paid them no mind and marched right up to a gnome wearing
particularly expensive-looking armor.
“I’m sorry, we’d like to fight the boss. Will you let us through?”
But the gnome, whose arms were folded forbiddingly, gave her the exact
answer she was fearing: “Sorry, no passage.”
“No passage…? What do you mean?” she asked, taken aback. The gnome’s
eyebrows bounced high as he shrugged.
“Our guild’s going to fight the boss here. We’re just making preparations now.
You’ll have to wait.”
“Wait? How long?”
“About an hour.”
Now Asuna understood their plan. Not only had they put those scouts there
to watch for boss strategies, but they had more members ready to physically
block the path in case any particularly able-looking parties happened to arrive
while they were preparing.
She had heard rumors about certain high-level guilds monopolizing certain
hunting areas, but she had no idea that they were brazenly claiming neutral
ground regularly like this. This was the kind of tyrannical behavior that the army
had engaged in, back in the old Aincrad.
Asuna did her best not to stifle her natural urge to blister. “We don’t have
time to wait around for that. If you’re going to fight right away, that’s one thing.
But if you’re not, we’re going first.”
“I’m afraid that’s not happening,” said the gnome, utterly unperturbed. “We
lined up first. You’ll have to wait your turn.”
“In that case, come when you’re actually ready. We can go in at any time, so
it’s not fair to make us wait a whole hour.”
“Like I said, there’s nothing I can do for you. It’s orders from above, so if
you’ve got a problem, you can take it up with Guild HQ back in Ygg City.”
 “But that’ll take us an hour just to go back there!” Asuna finally yelled, her
temper lost. She bit her lip and took a deep breath.
They weren’t going to let the team pass, no matter how she negotiated. So
what could they do?
What if she negotiated to give them all the items and yrd that the boss
dropped, if they allowed the party to go in first? No, items weren’t all the
benefits of beating a boss. There was a huge pile of skill points to be gained, as
well as the intangible honor of having one’s name on the Monument of
Swordsmen. These people would not bite.
If this were a different VRMMO, they might have the option of reporting
unfair behavior to the GMs, but it was general ALO policy to have all players
resolve differences on their own. GMs only got involved with system or
personal account issues. Asuna was trapped.
The gnome glared down at her, sensing that their negotiation was over, and
he turned to rejoin his fellows.
From behind Asuna, Yuuki called out to the gnome: “Hey, you.”
He stopped and looked over his shoulder at the Absolute Sword’s cheerful
grin. “So you’re saying that no matter how nicely we ask, you’re not going to let
us pass?”
“That’s basically it, if you want to know.”
He had been momentarily surprised by the frankness of Yuuki’s question, but
he regained his haughty attitude just as quickly. Yuuki kept her smile up as she
said, “Oh. That’s that, then. Let’s fight.”
“Wh-what?!”
“Huh?”
Asuna’s confused shriek came at the same moment as the gnome’s.
One of ALO’s more hardcore features was the ability to attack other players
freely when in neutral territory. It was explained in the game’s help menu that
every player had the right to express his or her frustration with others through
the use of a sword.
 But actually attacking others had its own troubles beyond just what was
stipulated in the rules—especially when your target was a member of a high-
ranking guild. Winning that particular duel could mean receiving retribution
from the guild at a later time, and you never knew when an in-game argument
could spill out into the larger Net community. It was well known among those
who weren’t in the game explicitly for PKing that one should never pick a fight
with a big guild.
“Y-Yuuki, you might not want…” Asuna started, pausing when she wasn’t sure
how best to explain all this. Yuuki just patted her on the back with a smile.
“There are some things you can’t get across without confronting them, Asuna.
Such as showing just how serious you are about something.”
“Yep, she’s right,” Jun murmured from behind them. Asuna turned to see the
other five members brandishing their weapons with calm acceptance.
“You guys…”
“They must be prepared for this possibility, too; they’re the ones blocking the
way. They’ll be guarding this spot down to the last man, I expect,” Yuuki said,
throwing a glance at the lead gnome. “Isn’t that right?”
“Uh…W-we’re…” the man stammered, still surprised. The small imp girl drew
her longsword and held the point out in midair. The smile vanished from her
lips, and her eyes went hard and serious.
“Now draw your weapon,” Yuuki commanded. As if possessed by her
demand, the gnome pulled a large battle-ax from his belt and uneasily held it at
the ready.
The next moment, the girl charged down the corridor like a gust of wind.
“Nwuh…!”
The gnome growled and grimaced, finally realizing what was happening. He
swung his enormous ax, but it was far too late. Yuuki’s obsidian sword came in
low and bolted upward like a wave of darkness, catching him square in the
chest.
“Urgh!”
 That single blow was all it took for Yuuki to knock back the gnome, who vastly
outweighed her. Next came a direct overhead slash. The sword bit into the
gnome’s shoulder with a heavy thunk, carving out a huge chunk of HP.
“Raaahh!!” he bellowed, truly enraged now, and swung his double-bladed ax
down at Yuuki from the right. His speed was impressive and worthy of a party
leader for a major guild, but the Absolute Sword calmly met the blow.
Kwing! A high-pitched metallic ringing diverted the ax just slightly, so that it
passed inches over Yuuki’s red headband. Normally, parrying was a trick that
only worked on weapons in the same weight class or lower. The only reason her
delicate, rapierlike sword could parry a tremendous battle-ax was the
frightening speed with which she swung it. Such movement was not possible
unless the avatar, the nervous system, and the AmuSphere that connected
them were fused as one.
What kind of experience did one need to reach such heights? Asuna watched
the battle with wonder and curiosity, as Yuuki’s sword took on a pale blue glow.
She was preparing a Sword Skill.
The gnome was already off balance from his failed heavy attack, and she
caught him with four blows in the space of a breath: a strike to the head, a
downward slash, an upward slash, and a full-power overhead slice. The glowing
blue square left behind by the point of her sword burned in the gnome’s body.
It was the perpendicular four-part attack, Vertical Square.
“Gaaah!” the gnome roared, flying backward and crashing onto the floor. His
HP bar dropped all the way to the red zone. He himself must have hardly
believed it, because his eyes darted to the upper right and went wide.
He looked back at Yuuki, and his expression of shock turned to rage. “You…
you pulled a dirty sneak attack on me!” he snarled, rather inaccurately. When
he got to his feet again, his twenty companions were switched into battle
mode. The close-range fighters spread out to span the hallway, drawing their
weapons.
Asuna automatically squeezed her World Tree wand, her mind ringing with
the refrain of Yuuki’s earlier statement.
There are some things you can’t get across without confronting them, Asuna.
 That wasn’t just meant for this situation. It was a firmly held belief of the
strange girl named Yuuki. She had been doing this all along, after all. She’d
crossed blades with countless challengers in her street duels, coming into
contact with their hearts in the process.
…I see…But of course…
Asuna found that she was smiling without realizing it. If you backed down
from challenging other players because you were worried about retribution,
there was no point in playing a VRMMO at all. The sword at her waist was not
for show, nor was it a piece of precious jewelry. Not at all.
Asuna took a step forward, her boots clicking with intense purpose, drawing
herself next to Yuuki. Jun and Siune took Asuna’s right, while Tecchi, Nori, and
Talken stood on Yuuki’s left.
Something about their little party of seven caused the enemy force, three
times their number, to falter a step back.
The tense moment was broken by a horde of footsteps, not from ahead, but
from behind. The gnome looked over the Sleeping Knights’ heads at the far end
of the hallway and grinned with victorious smugness.
“…!”
Asuna turned back, dreading what she would see, as a huge number of color
cursors appeared in her view. The guild tags were mostly new to her—an arrow
on a crescent moon—but some of them contained the familiar horse on shield.
That meant this was the other half of the raid party the gnome’s people were
waiting for. There ought to be nearly thirty of them, then.
No matter how tough Yuuki’s team was, they couldn’t beat seven times their
number, especially when flanked on both sides. The foes outside of their
weapon range alone would pick them off by magic or arrows.
This is my fault for waffling like that, Asuna thought, biting her lip with
remorse. If she’d followed Yuuki’s creed from the start, they might have blown
through the twenty ahead of them and made it into the boss chamber.
But before she could apologize to her party, Yuuki brushed her hand. She
could sense the girl’s intent through her virtual skin.
 I’m sorry, Asuna. My impatience got you dragged into this. But I don’t regret a
thing. That was the best smile I’ve seen from you since I met you.
The whisper seemed to sink directly into her head. Asuna squeezed back to
impart her own message: No, I’m sorry for being useless. Maybe this floor won’t
work out, but I’m sure we can defeat the next boss together.
Their sentiments were sensed and shared by the other five. Everyone nodded
and formed a rounded formation with a front and rear line. All thirty bearing
down on them from the rear had apparently received a briefing about the
situation, and were ready with their weapons drawn.
At this point, they just had to fight as long as they could. Asuna held her wand
aloft, preparing an attack spell. A claw-wielding cait sith on the enemy’s front
rank flashed a carnivorous smile and snarled, “You don’t know when to—”
But before he could finish his triumphant taunt, Asuna and every other player
present in the corridor was brought to a halt by an even more unimaginable
sight.
“Wh-what’s that…?!” cried Nori, who was the first to notice it with her night
vision. A second later, Asuna saw it as well.
From behind the approaching enemy reinforcements, who were nearly
twenty yards away now, something…someone was running sideways along the
gently curving corridor wall. The silhouette was dark and hazy from the extreme
speed.
Whoever it was, they were using the Wallrun skill that all of the more nimble
fairy races could use: sylph, undine, cait sith, imp, and spriggan. But it normally
only lasted a good thirty feet or so, while this figure had already traveled three
times that length. It was a piece of acrobatics that was impossible without
incredible dash speed.
But as soon as that thought registered in her mind—perhaps from the very
moment she first saw the vague shadow—Asuna was certain she knew who it
was.
The figure raced along the wall until it surpassed the reinforcement party and
leaped off the wall to the floor, sparks spraying from the bottom of his boots as
he slowed. He came to a stop in between the enemy and the Sleeping Knights,
his back facing Asuna.
He sported tight-fitting black leather pants, a long black coat, close-cropped
but layered black hair, and a particularly large one-handed longsword on his
back.
This weapon was sheathed in a black hide scabbard imprinted with a white
wyvern. That was the logo of Lisbeth Armory, a well-known shop along a main
thoroughfare in Yggdrasil City. Asuna’s best friend had crafted that splendid
sword of a rare metal only found in Jotunheim.
The black-clad swordsman’s hand blurred as it drew the pale blue longsword
from his back and jammed it into the stone floor at his feet with a tremendous
ringing. Thirty veteran fighters came to a screeching halt, shocked still by his
force of presence.
Ironically, what he said next was extremely similar to what the ax-bearing
gnome had just said to Asuna moments earlier:
“Sorry, this area is off-limits.”
His voice was loud and clear but devoid of intensity. It was met with silence
not just from the thirty reinforcements, but also the twenty original guild
members, as well as Asuna and the Sleeping Knights.
 It was a slender salamander at the lead of the reinforcements who was the
first to react to this cocky claim. He shook his head in disbelief, long auburn hair
waving.
“Come now, Master Black. You don’t honestly think that even you can take on
this many people solo, do you?”
The swordsman, who had as many nicknames as there were ways to describe
a person dressed all in black, shrugged his shoulders and said, “I don’t know.
I’ve never tried before.”
The salamander, who appeared to be the leader of the guild alliance as a
whole, snorted and raised his hand. “Of course you haven’t. Well, let’s see how
you do…Mages, burn him.”
He snapped his fingers. High-speed spell chanting emerged from the rear of
the group. From their reaction speed to the clarity of their speech, they were
well-trained sorcerers. Asuna’s instincts were to start casting a heal spell, but
the twenty members of the lead group behind them would not allow her that
much time.
At that moment, the spriggan intruder turned at last.
The invincible grin that pulled up his left cheek was the same one she’d seen
countless times through several different avatars. But the next moment, an
eruption of spells from behind him turned his smile into a silhouette.
Yet Kirito the Black Swordsman did not show an ounce of consternation at the
seven high-level attack spells hurtling toward him. It would have been pointless
to dodge, after all—they were all single-target homing spells, and there was no
escape in a corridor just sixteen feet across, where flight was prohibited to
boot.
Instead, Kirito lifted the sword from the floor to rest on his shoulder, where it
began to glow a deep crimson—the initiation of a Sword Skill.
The next moment, the corridor was filled with bursting color, a tremendous
roar, and the shock of fifty-plus onlookers.
The seven-part skill that Kirito unleashed, Deadly Sins, neutralized—no, cut
through—all of the oncoming attack spells.
“No…way…” Yuuki the Absolute Sword muttered. Asuna understood that
feeling. But if you couldn’t handle someone who did the impossible, the
improbable, the implausible, then you couldn’t handle the VRMMO player
known as Kirito.
This was a non-system-defined skill that Kirito had developed, which he called
“spell-blasting.”
Long ago, during the old Aincrad, Kirito liked to use a special skill he called
“arms-blasting,” which was the accurate use of Sword Skills on weakened or
fragile parts of his dueling opponent’s weapon, in order to cause the item to
break. It was an incredible piece of pure skill, requiring superhuman reaction
speed and precision—but cutting through spells in ALO was even harder than
that.
Attack spells almost universally had no physical form and resembled nothing
more than a cluster of light effects. The only place they could be “hit” was at
the exact center point of the spell. So a fast-moving spot the size of a pixel had
to be hit with a Sword Skill, not a standard attack. Your ordinary physical
weapon attack could not neutralize a magical attack. However, nearly all Sword
Skills had some kind of elemental damage like earth, water, fire, and so on,
which made them capable of colliding with magic. But because the system took
control of the attack trajectory and speed when performing a Sword Skill,
hitting the center of a spell was beyond difficult and into the realm of
absolutely impossible.
In fact, Leafa, Klein, and Asuna had joined Kirito on his attempt to master the
spell-blasting ability, and they had to call it quits after three days. Kirito claimed
that the only reason he could pull it off was his conversion to Gun Gale Online,
where he had lots of experience cutting bullets with a sword. “Every high-speed
magic spell is slower than a bullet from a live-ammo rifle,” he said with a
straight face, which earned him three seconds of stunned silence from his
friends.
For these reasons, Kirito was probably—no, unquestionably—the only player
in Alfheim who could pull off this feat. And he only practiced it in secret, never
in duels or with a party, so the members of this mammoth guild had never seen
it done before.
“…What the hell…?” the long-haired salamander moaned, while his
companions on either end of the corridor murmured similar sentiments.
“He cut the spells!”
“Sure it wasn’t coincidence?”
“That’s the thing…”
But true to their reputation as veteran players, the guild recovered quickly. At
the salamander’s orders, the front fighters drew their weapons, the roving
fighters readied bows and polearms, and the rear guard resumed chanting
spells. This time they weren’t single-homing spells but multihoming and area-
ballistic types.
Kirito turned back and gave Asuna another nod, then held up three fingers on
his left hand. It wasn’t a variation on the V-for-victory sign, of course, but a
message that he would provide defense for three minutes. Even he didn’t think
that he could defeat thirty players on his own.
At last, Asuna understood why Kirito had shown up at this moment.
When he heard from her that she’d be assisting the Sleeping Knights in
beating the floor boss, he already expected the big guild alliance would run
interference. So he probably hid at the entrance to the tower, watching for
alliance activity. When he saw more people enter the labyrinth than the
Sleeping Knights could handle, he tossed aside his personal safety to buy them
some time.
Three minutes. One hundred and eighty seconds. That amount of time passed
in a blink at their forest cabin, but it was tremendously long in a PvP battle. She
didn’t doubt Kirito’s ability, but could he really hold down so many players for
such a long time? Should they send one of their seven to his aid…?
Two things cut through her moment’s hesitation.
First, Kirito reached around his back with his left hand to grab the hilt of a
second sword, which he drew loudly and clearly. It was a frighteningly elegant
longsword with a deep golden blade. This was not a player-made weapon. It
was the holy sword Excalibur, a legendary weapon sealed in the depths of the
floating labyrinth in the underground realm of Jotunheim. They’d attempted
the labyrinth with as many people as could fit on the back of Tonky, Leafa’s
flying monster friend, and were nearly wiped out entirely in the boss battle. But
the sight of Kirito with his dual blades again gave him the aura of absolute
dependability that made all that trouble worth it.
The reinforcements backed away slightly at the sheer force of presence the
golden blade held. As if waiting for that instant of hesitation, a hardy bellow
issued from behind the back row of enemies.
“Raaah! And I’m here, too, though I bet you can’t see me!!”
The gruff, inelegant voice belonged to the familiar katana warrior Klein. Asuna
rose on her tiptoes and saw an ugly bandanna and spiked red hair over the
heads of the enemy. So Kirito wasn’t the only one monitoring the labyrinth. But
why did he show up so much later?
“You’re late! What took you so long?” Kirito shouted from this side of the
crowd. Klein yelped, “Sorry, I got lost!” from the other end. Asuna nearly
wobbled and lost her balance.
Lastly, she noticed a small figure waving to her from Kirito’s shoulder. It was
their daughter, Yui, in her pixie form. The warmth of her adorable smile filled
Asuna’s heart.
Thank you, Yui. Thank you, Klein.
I love you, Kirito.
Asuna turned to Yuuki and whispered, “We can leave them to those two. Our
job is to break through the twenty on the other side and make our way into the
boss chamber.”
“Okay, got it,” Yuuki said crisply, after several high-speed blinks. She turned
and held her longsword high, preparing an immediate Sword Skill. As her
weapon began glowing purple, the others readied their weapons as well—Jun
and Siune on the left wing and Tecchi, Nori, and Talken on the right.
The twenty members of the lead party and their gnome captain were
confused at all of the rapid developments, but when they saw the Sleeping
Knights start to go into action, they responded with admirable speed.
Once she heard the deafening roar of magic and Sword Skills clashing behind
them, Asuna shouted, “Let’s go!”
With Yuuki at the lead point, the seven formed a wedge and barreled
forward. Likewise, the gnome’s team roared and charged ahead.
The two sides clashed, resulting in a shock wave of consecutive light flashes.
In an instant, the battle was plunged into chaos, and the sounds of fighting
engulfed their end of the corridor as it had the other side.
Asuna knew from personal experience that Yuuki was a veteran dueler, but
she was surprised to see that the other members still held their ground without
an ounce of hesitation now that their foes had gone from monsters to humans.
Jun’s two-handed ax and Tecchi’s heavy mace made good use of their weight
to crumble the enemy’s formation, and Talken’s long spear and Nori’s
quarterstaff snaked into the gaps that ensued. Meanwhile, Yuuki was making
the best of her preternatural evasive ability to nimbly dodge the many strikes
bearing down on her, then slip past the enemy’s guard and counter with
decisive slashes.
The Sleeping Knights fought with valiant skill against a group several times
their number, but the enemy did not go down easily. The mages in the rear
were casting continual healing spells to keep them going.
As was unavoidable in a massive, chaotic scrum like this, all the members
aside from Yuuki steadily began to lose HP to incidental hits. Asuna and Siune
began to cast healing spells as one.
Suddenly, two shadows slipped out of the group and sprinted for them. They
were assassin types, with light leather armor and nasty, glinting daggers in
hand.
Upon realizing that they were, in fact, the same people who had been hiding
in wait outside the boss chamber less than an hour earlier, Asuna instinctively
changed her spell chant. She blazed through her specialty chant in just two
seconds, and fine waterspouts rose from the sylphs’ feet and tangled them,
throwing the two to the ground.
She turned to Siune, who had just finished another healing spell, and
whispered, “Can you manage the healing on your own?”
The slightly taller undine nodded at once. “Yes, I think I can hold us together.”
“Then I’m going to go take out the enemy healers.”
More than a minute had passed since the start of the battle, and the roar of
battle behind them was fiercer than ever before. Kirito and Klein had to be
throwing themselves into the midst of the enemy battalion to protect against
magic attacks, but without a healer focusing on them, they had no way of
making up that incidental damage. He’d said three minutes, but she wanted to
wrap up this group in two to make it up to them. They needed to focus on
winning quickly.
Asuna opened her window and hurled her wand into the inventory, equipping
her beloved rapier instead. A band of silver light materialized around her waist,
solidifying into a sword belt and scabbard of fine mithril.
She drew the long, slender weapon with a fine ringing and charged at the two
sylphs who were still grappling with her Aqua Bind tangling spell. With a few
merciless attacks at critical points, she quickly eliminated all of their HP.
Through the expanding cloud of their shattering remains, she peered at the
close battle ahead. The churning sea of blades and attacks spanned the width of
the corridor, but it seemed the right side was the thinner of the two.
Asuna took a deep breath and plunged forward, dashing at full speed with her
rapier held low against her waist. Once she was up to a good momentum, she
bellowed at full volume so Yuuki could hear her, facing the opposite direction.
“Yuuki! Dodge!”
“Huh…? Wha—?!”
Yuuki turned back and just leaped out of the way in time as she caught sight
of Asuna’s charge. Beyond her, the gnome leader was paused with his ax pulled
back, and Asuna thrust her rapier forward, leaning as far over as she could go.
Numerous surges of white light leaped from the point, trailing around Asuna.
Next, she felt her body begin to float. She was charging forward with such
speed that the light trailed behind her like a comet.
“Whoaaa!!”
The gnome finally burst into motion, holding his two-handed ax sideways like
a shield. But his attempt was just an instant too late, as the point of the rapier
impacted the center of his body.
He flew high into the air, as if some enormous, rampaging beast had thrown
him. Most of his HP had been carved away by Yuuki’s sword already, and his
body began to disintegrate and emit yellow light in midair.
Asuna the white-hot comet did not slow down after her first victim but
continued in a straight line toward the enemy healers in the back. Three or four
more foes met the same fate as their captain, some flying high and others
collapsing to the ground. This was the strength of Flashing Penetrator, a long-
range rapier Sword Skill that fell in both the “elite” and “charging” categories. It
was nearly impossible to use in a one-on-one duel, owing to the considerable
running start it required, but it was an extremely useful tool for breaking
through enemy groups like this.
After piercing the wall of armor and shields and coasting for several more
yards in the air, Asuna finally landed on the labyrinth floor. She screeched to a
halt, her boots sending up sparks, and looked up with a knee to the ground.
Four spell casters in robes and cassocks stared down at her in stunned silence.
Great. I have a feeling that “Berserk Healer” nickname is going to spread even
further after this, Asuna thought ruefully as she pulled her rapier back.
In a group battle, it was not actually the ability of the close-combat fighters at
the front that mattered but the ability of the backup forces in the rear. After
Asuna eliminated all of the healing ability of the enemy’s lead force, they didn’t
stand a chance against the Sleeping Knights with Siune’s support.
Two minutes and eight seconds had passed.
She turned back to see Kirito and Klein, still locked in fierce battle with the
reinforcements. The larger group was smaller than before, but the two men’s
HP levels, as indicated by their color cursors, were near the red zone.
 Asuna felt a fresh wave of gratitude to the two men and the pixie on Kirito’s
shoulder, who was acting as their strategic radar. She turned back to the
Sleeping Knights, all of whom were still alive, and shouted, “It’s showtime! Let’s
beat this boss!!”
The other six responded in kind and hurtled forward. Asuna raced with all her
speed for the dark, looming doors to the boss chamber.
Just as in their first attempt, Jun used his free hand to pry the way open.
Beyond the heavy double doors burned two pale fires.
The slow tracing of the circle as the fires lit automatically was their grace
period after opening the door, but the team had no need to wait for it now. The
party of seven plunged deeper into the chamber. Asuna, who was the last
inside, turned to her right and hit a stone button on the wall. This canceled the
minute of extra time they had, instantly shutting the chamber doors.
The massive doors rumbled and began to close. Through the shrinking gap,
they could see that the battle outside was entering its final phase.
The swordsman in black raised his right hand over a bloodred HP bar. At last,
it was the two fingers that signaled victory to Asuna.
The boss chamber doors closed at last, shutting out all sound from the
corridor. No one would be able to open them until the battle inside was
finished.
Amid a heavy silence, the only action was the growing of the signal fires every
two seconds. The line of flames was not even halfway around the circular arena.
They had a good fifty seconds left until the boss appeared.
“Everyone, recover all your HP and MP with potions. Remember the strategy
we discussed for the fight. The first few attacks are very simple, so stay calm
and dodge them all,” Asuna instructed. The other six nodded and took out little
red and blue bottles.
When she realized they wanted to say something after recovering, Asuna
looked at them expectantly. Yuuki took a step forward as the representative of
the group and said, “Asuna…did those two men join in…to help us get
through…?”
 “…Yes,” she replied, smiling. By now, Kirito and Klein would have lost their last
HP and turned into little floating Remain Lights. In fact, knowing that nobody
there would revive them, they probably just gave up and respawned at the save
point.
Asuna gave the Sleeping Knights a stern look, realizing that they were
probably preoccupied with the fate of the two men who had sacrificed
themselves for their sake.
“Let’s make it up to them by reporting that we successfully defeated the
boss.”
“…But this entire time, we’ve only gotten anywhere thanks to you and your
friends, Asuna,” Yuuki mumbled, biting her lip and hanging her head. Asuna
patted her shoulders kindly. They had ten seconds until the boss. She needed to
use that time to tell them something important.
“I’ve learned something very precious from you, too, Yuuki: There are some
things you can’t get across without confrontation.”
Yuuki went wide-eyed with surprise, but Siune and the others instantly
understood what Asuna was saying. Behind the smiling, nodding fairies, the
final guiding flames burst into life, louder than the others.
“This is our last chance! While we’re fighting in here, that guild’s going to
regroup and reunite in the hallway. We’ve got to hang in there so that when the
doors open, all they see is our triumphant faces!”
When she was the vice commander of the Knights of the Blood, Asuna was
often the one to deliver fiery speeches like this before a boss fight. But back
then, her statements caused more tension in the ranks than morale boosting.
She got them to clutch their swords but did not reach their hearts. Asuna was
only thinking of effective strategic leadership and wasn’t connecting with her
emotions.
Hey…Yuuki. When this battle is over, tell me more about yourself. I want to
know what worlds you’ve traveled, what adventures you’ve led.
She squeezed Yuuki’s shoulders one last time, then took a step back. The
rapier was in its sheath and stashed away, the tree-branch wand back in her
hand and held high.
Where it pointed, a low, bass-heavy rumble heralded the arrival of angular,
boulderlike polygons. The boss was materializing. The bulky, humanoid clump
burst into countless shards, revealing a two-headed, four-armed giant.
“All right…Time for a rematch!”
Yuuki’s clear voice, the shouts of the group, and the roar of the dark titan all
overlapped.
 7

Asuna flipped the cap off the bottle with her thumb, chugged the blue liquid
inside, then checked the remaining amount.
Over the forty fierce minutes of battle, the waist pouch that had been stuffed
with potions was now down to just three. The other healer, Siune, had to be at
a similar point herself.
The attackers making up the front line were fighting as hard as anyone
possibly could. They were successfully evading every one of the dark giant’s
attacks that were dodge-able. But both the wide-ranging poison breath that the
creature’s two mouths periodically emitted and the wild double-chain swings
reached the entire battlefield and were extremely hard to counteract.
Whenever either of them came into play, Asuna and Siune had to begin casting
their most powerful heal spell, so they couldn’t possibly get enough mana
points.
Nori’s staff, Talken’s spear, and Yuuki’s sword were all scoring countless clean
hits, but something was wrong; it felt like they were striking an utterly
impassable steel wall. The boss would sometimes cross its four arms in front of
its body in a defensive stance, turning as hard as iron and deflecting all attacks,
which only made the task more tiresome.
Asuna tried to swallow as much of her impatient frustration as she could with
the mouthful of potion, and she strained to shout, as loud as possible, “We’re
almost there, guys! Almost there—we can do it!”
And yet, she had said the same thing five minutes earlier. The boss monsters
in New Aincrad had no visible HP bars, so they could only estimate their success
by the enemy’s actions. The dark giant, which was slow and plodding at the
start of the fight, was now raging in a berserk state, so it had to be getting to
the end of its stamina, but that was still nothing more than an optimistic hope.
 In a lengthy battle without a visible end, the backup rank only had to worry
about the draining of their MP, but the forwards who were up close and
personal with the enemy’s furious attacks were draining their own willpower
and concentration to fight. In a typical boss strategy, the tanks and damage
dealers in the front line were supposed to switch out every five minutes at the
most, according to orthodox theory. In that sense, the effort of the Sleeping
Knights was extraordinary.
But their fatigue was impossible to ignore now. The only energetic response
to her appeal came from Yuuki. Somehow, the little imp girl had managed to
nimbly leap out of the way of the giant’s hammers and chains, delivering steady
damage with her sword, for dozens of minutes, without showing a single sign of
exhaustion.
Until now, Asuna had believed that the source of Yuuki’s strength was her
unbelievable reaction speed, but now she had to consider a different answer.
The strength of her mentality, her ability to keep swinging without losing
concentration, might rival even Kirito’s.
As she cast the umpteenth healing spell of the battle, Asuna compared the
sight before her eyes to those in her distant memories.
On the seventy-fourth floor of the old Aincrad, Kirito had carried on a heroic
solitary stand against a similar giant humanoid boss. He had evaded the
enemy’s furious onslaught with desperate parrying and leaping, his swords
hurtling through the air with machine-gun speed, devastating the enemy’s weak
flanks with endless Sword Skill combos…
“Oh…”
An idea hit Asuna like a bolt of lightning. The resulting gasp caused her spell
chant to fizzle out, producing a little puff of black smoke. She tensed in guilty
surprise, but Siune’s spell activated just in the nick of time. The HP bars of the
fighters up front in the midst of a cloud of poison breath refilled to the safe
zone.
When Siune looked over to see what had happened, Asuna held up her hand
vertically in a sign of apology. “I just thought of something, Siune. Can you
handle the healing for thirty seconds?”
 “Yes, I’m fine. I’ve got mana to spare,” replied Siune. Asuna motioned to her
again, then raised her wand. She took a sharp breath and began to chant a
different spell this time, as fast as she could manage.
As her spell words stacked up, glittering shards of ice appeared before her,
coalescing into four sharp icicles. When the knives of ice were ready, a blue
point of light appeared in the center of her vision: the aiming reticle of a
nonhoming attack spell.
Asuna carefully moved her left hand, fine-tuning the location of the blue
point, lining it up with the throats of the giant’s two heads. As it stomped
closer, it began to raise its two upper arms with their hammers for a massive
strike.
“Yaah!!”
She swung her wand straight down. The four icicles flew forward, leaving pale
blue trails behind them, striking true right into the necks of the two heads.
“Guohhhh!!”
The giant issued a tremendous scream, its hammer attack forgotten, and
crossed its four arms in front to protect its body. It held that defensive position
for five seconds, then raised its arms again, slamming the war hammers into the
cobblestones.
An earthquake rumble ran through the floor, and Asuna had to focus hard on
her feet to avoid losing her balance. “As I thought,” she murmured.
Siune gave her a questioning look, so she explained. “I thought that defensive
stance was a random effect, but it’s not. The base of the neck is its weak point. I
never gave it much thought, because I figured we wouldn’t have time to search
for it…”
“So we can beat it if we attack there?!”
“At the very least, it’ll be more efficient…I think. But it’s too high up.”
The giant was a good thirteen feet tall, so even Talken’s long spear was just
short enough not to reach. Out in the open, they could fly up to attack it, but
not inside the dungeon.
 “We might need to use Sword Skills and expect a counterattack,” Siune said.
Asuna agreed. In order to extend airtime in nonflight areas, the only choices
were charging Sword Skills or jumping first before starting a combination attack.
Either option would end with a delay, which was likely to result in getting
smashed as you fell defenseless to the ground. They could attempt resurrecting
a dead player with spells, but the success rate wasn’t perfect, and the casting
time was exhaustingly long. In the meantime, they might fall behind on healing
and end up dooming the entire party anyway.
But Yuuki would volunteer to do it without a second thought. Siune, who
possessed an iron will at odds with her delicate undine features, nodded firmly.
“I’m going to go up and tell them the plan. Keep up the healing,” Asuna said.
“Don’t worry about it!”
Asuna pulled out two of her remaining potions, handed them to Siune, then
raced to the front row. She covered the fifty feet in an instant, and as she
approached the giant, a chain hurtled toward her from the side. She ducked her
head to avoid it, but the sinker at the end caught her on the shoulder, taking HP
with it.
Undeterred, she kept running until she was just behind the party leader.
“Yuuki!!”
The imp girl turned around midswing, her eyes wide. “Asuna! What is it?!”
“Listen! It has a weak point. If you aim for the base of its necks, you can do
major damage.”
“Weak point?!” Yuuki turned back to the giant and stared at its heads. A
hammer like a giant barrel came bearing down from above, so they had to
dodge out of the way, then leap straight upward to avoid the shock wave
through the floor.
Yuuki shouted, “It’s too high…I can’t jump up that far!”
“Good thing we’ve got the perfect stepping stone.” Asuna grinned, glancing
over at Tecchi, who was protecting Nori from the swinging chains with a shield
the size of a door. Yuuki grinned back instantly, catching on.
 They sprinted forward, swinging around about ten feet behind Tecchi. Yuuki
put her free hand to her mouth and bellowed in a way that her tiny body was
never meant to. “Tecchi! Next time he swings the hammers, duck down right
away!!”
The large gnome turned back, his small eyes full of surprise, but he nodded
his understanding. After the dark titan had finished swinging its chains, it pulled
back its boulderlike torso to suck in a huge breath. It held it momentarily, then
blew out a black gas from both mouths. They were surrounded by the stench of
sulfur, and the HP of everyone in front began to drop.
But with perfect timing, as soon as the breath attack was over, blue light
descended from above, healing their damage. The giant followed up by raising
its hammers high overhead in its upper arms. Yuuki tensed, preparing to sprint.
Asuna quickly called out to her. “This is our last chance! Good luck, Yuuki!”
Without turning back, Yuuki said, “I’ve got it, Big Sis!!”
Big…Sis?
Asuna blinked in surprise at the unexpected title, but the girl was already off
and running. Up ahead, the giant slammed the hammers against the ground,
strong enough to break through the earth. Heavy sound rattled around the
room, and a circular shock wave spread out from the landing points. Tecchi
crouched down to defend.
Then Yuuki leaped, her left foot landing on Tecchi’s broad left shoulder, then
her right on the top of his thick helmet.
“Uraaaah!!” she screamed, and leaped high into the air, so high that she
might have had invisible wings. As she approached the giant’s chest, she drew
back the sword in her right hand.
“Yaaah!!” she shrieked again, thrusting forward with tremendous speed at
the base of the two necks. The circular chamber was momentarily lit with blue
and purple.
When a Sword Skill was activated in midair, the user would not fall to the
ground until after the skill was entirely finished, even in nonflight areas like the
labyrinth tower. Yuuki hovered before the black titan, her right hand flashing
like lightning. Five thrusts from upper right to lower left. Another five in an
intersecting line. With each jab of the sharp point to the enemy’s critical spot,
the giant’s arms twitched, and it howled in pain.
Ten thrusts in the shape of an X finished, Yuuki twisted hard to the right,
placing her left hand against the flat of her blade.
Asuna had to squint against the flash that erupted from the sword. It was as if
Yuuki’s obsidian sword had momentarily turned to diamond. The now pure-
white sword plunged into the connecting point between the two necks, the
very center of the X, with the ringing of a bell. The sword plunged all the way in
to the very hilt.
The giant’s scream halted, and it froze at an unnatural position. Asuna, Jun,
Tecchi, and even Yuuki herself, with her arm outstretched, all sat motionless in
the midst of a silent pause in time.
Eventually, around the sword’s point of entry, myriad white cracks formed in
the giant’s black skin. The cracks gave way to the sheer pressure of the light
from within, growing longer and thicker. They slowly engulfed the creature’s
torso and limbs.
With a sound like a dead, dry tree cracking, the dark titan split into two, right
along the joint of the two necks. Like a glass sculpture being crushed under
pressure, the thirteen-foot-tall body burst into pieces of all sizes. The blast of
white light blew outward with physical force, ruffling Asuna’s hair. A mixture of
deep bass and screaming treble bounced off the walls of the dome and
eventually trailed away in a sound of hard metal.
 The blue guide flames that lit the circular dome in eerie light shook briefly,
then turned to the ordinary orange. Suddenly, the boss chamber was lit with
bright, natural light, driving away the last remnants of spookiness.
With a heavy clank, the door on the far end, which led to the next floor,
unlocked itself.
“…Ha-ha…We…did it…” Asuna rasped, falling to the floor. When she looked
back at the spot where the boss had disappeared, she met the dazed gaze of
Yuuki.
The small imp girl blinked quickly for several seconds, then a faint smile
spread over her lips. Eventually it grew into a more familiar full smile, until it
reached a level of radiance she had never before shown.
Yuuki rushed toward Asuna, thrusting her sword noisily back into its sheath.
When she was still a good distance away, she leaped, arms wide, and crashed
right into Asuna.
“Oof!” Asuna grunted theatrically and flopped onto the floor with Yuuki. After
a brief moment of staring into each other’s eyes at point-blank range, they
shouted in unison.
“Aha-ha-ha…We did it…We won, Asuna!”
“Yeah, we did it! Aaah…I’m exhausted!!”
They fell back onto the floor, limbs splayed, Yuuki resting on top. Around
them, their five companions got up from similar positions of fatigue and
assumed bold victory poses, cheering raucously.
Suddenly, Asuna realized that she was hearing a heavy sound from the
direction of her head. She craned her neck and saw, upside down, that the
entrance doors were slowly opening. Countless silhouettes were crammed into
the space.
It was, of course, the raid party that had attempted to block their way,
plunging in through the doors with angry bellows. Their attitude and
momentum slowed quickly when they recognized the bright orange light filling
the chamber. They looked around in surprise.
 The long-haired salamander at the very head of the fifty-man team met
Asuna’s gaze. His face evolved from shock to understanding to frustration,
which brought a savage thrill to her heart.
“Heh-heh…”
Asuna, Yuuki, and the others all smirked, flashing the V-sign as they lay on the
floor.
After the guild moved on—but not before several dozen warnings and parting
remarks—Asuna and the Sleeping Knights opened the door in the back of the
chamber. They climbed the spiral staircase and emerged from a little pavilion
into the unexplored twenty-eighth floor. They flew straight to the nearby city,
where Yuuki activated the portal gate in the town square, thus completing the
boss quest.
They used the glowing blue gate to immediately return to Rombal, where
they formed a circle in a nook of the plaza and exchanged high fives.
“Good job, everyone! It’s finally over!” Asuna said with a smile, but she felt a
pang of sadness. As a simple hired sword, the completion of their quest meant a
farewell was coming.
But no, they could still be friends. There was plenty of time for that, she
considered. At that moment, Siune clapped her on the shoulder. Her delicate
features were deadly serious.
“No, Asuna. It’s not over yet.”
“…Huh?”
“Something very important is still left.”
The look on her face reminded Asuna about the Monument of Swordsmen in
Blackiron Palace. That was right—their goal wasn’t explicitly to beat the boss,
but to leave all of their names on the monument, as proof of their guild’s
existence. It was too early to celebrate, then.
But Asuna was not expecting Siune to say, “We need to have a party.”
Her knees buckled and she shook a fist in mock outrage, then set her hands
against her waist. “Yes, you’re right! We need to celebrate.”
 Jun smirked and said, “After all, we’ve got the budget for it now! Where will
we hold it? Should we rent out a fancy restaurant in some big city?”
“Oh…”
Asuna looked at the rest of the group, steepling her fingers with a sudden
idea. She’d only known these people for two days, but she was absolutely
certain that her old friends would get along with them just fine.
“Well, if that’s what we’re going to do…why don’t you come to my player
home instead? It’s a bit small, though.”
Yuuki’s face suddenly burst into sunshine. But for some reason, her smile
melted away like snow under heat. She bit her lip and hung her head.
“Um…Yuuki? What’s wrong?” Asuna asked, surprised. But the normally
cheerful girl would not raise her head. Siune spoke for her instead.
“…Well…I’m sorry, Asuna. I hope you won’t take offense, but…you see, we…”
But she never finished that sentence. Yuuki sucked in a sharp breath, face still
downcast, and grabbed Siune’s hand. The girl’s lips were shut tight, and there
was a painful look in her eyes as she stared at the older woman. Her lips
twitched a few times, ready to say something, but no sound emerged.
Siune seemed to understand what she meant, however. A faint smile played
over her lips. She patted Yuuki on the head and turned to Asuna. “Thank you,
Asuna. We will honor your invitation and pay a visit.”
Asuna gave them a quizzical look, uncertain of what their little exchange
meant. However, Nori scattered the odd atmosphere with a hearty cheer. “First
thing we gotta buy is booze! A whole barrel of it!”
“You won’t find your favorite distilled sweet potato liquor here, Nori,” Talken
interjected, pushing up his glasses.
She hurled fierce insults at his back: “Say what? When did I ever say I liked
that stuff? The only thing I drink is finely aged awamori from Okinawa!”
“In terms of their lack of charm, they’re basically the same thing,” Jun
interrupted, prompting laughs from the group. Asuna joined in the laughter,
glancing at Yuuki again. A smile was sneaking back onto the girl’s face, but the
hint of sadness lingered in her eyes.
They ventured into Rombal’s central market and bought a feast’s worth of
alcohol and food, then teleported to the twenty-second floor. Asuna led the
way, taking off from the little village and heading south over the snow-piled
forest. When they had crossed an iced-over lake, a little clearing containing a
small log cabin came into view.
“D-down there?!” Yuuki marveled.
Asuna nodded. “Yep, that’s it…Oh!”
No sooner were the words out of Asuna’s mouth than Yuuki sped up, her
arms wide. She dropped straight toward the front garden of the cabin, sending
up a huge cloud of snow, as well as a flock of startled birds from the nearby
trees.
“…Good grief.”
Asuna laughed as she shared a look with Siune, then spread her wings for a
soft landing. She glided down and landed out front, where Yuuki grabbed her
arm and impatiently pulled her in the direction of the door.
If any of their friends were already home, she would have introduced them
all, but the cabin was empty. It made sense that Kirito and Klein wouldn’t be
back yet from the save point after helping them in the labyrinth, but the
absence of Liz and the other girls was perhaps a sign that they anticipated this
possibility and left them a peaceful place for the little team to celebrate in
privacy.
“Oooh, ahhh! So this is your home!” Yuuki bubbled, examining the table
growing from the floor, the burning red furnace, and the swords hung on the
wall. The other six gathered around the table and opened their inventories to
remove the food for the feast. Soon there was a pile of mysterious drinks and
snacks on the table.
They opened up the wine—in a barrel, at Nori’s request—and poured the
golden liquid into glasses, completing the preparations. Jun grabbed Yuuki to
stop her from admiring Asuna’s spice collection in the kitchen and pulled her
out to the living room table.
 Tasked with leading the toast, Yuuki held her glass high with a radiant smile.
“So, to celebrate conquering the boss…Cheers!”
With a group chorus and the clinking of glasses, everyone proceeded to drink.
In no time, the party was fully underway.
As Jun and Tecchi excitedly discussed the boss they’d just beaten and Nori
and Talken got to talking about the various types of alcohol in ALO, Yuuki and
Siune told Asuna about the VRMMO worlds the Sleeping Knights converted
from.
“The absolute worst one, without a doubt, was an American game called
Insectisite,” Yuuki said with a grimace, squeezing her body with both arms.
“Oh, yes…that one.” Siune grinned sourly.
“So…what was that one like?”
“Bugs! Bugs everywhere! Of course, the monsters are bugs, but so are the
players! At least I was an ant that walked on two legs, but poor Siune—”
“No! Don’t say it!”
“—was a giant caterpillar! She’d shoot silk out of her mouth…”
At that point, Yuuki dissolved into laughter. Siune pouted, and Asuna couldn’t
help but join the giggles.
“That’s great. So you’ve been traveling all over different worlds…”
“What about you, Asuna? You seem like you have a long VRMMO history.”
“I’ve been, umm, only here. It took a long time to save up the money to buy
this house, you know…”
“I see.”
Yuuki looked up and examined the living room, her eyes narrowed. “It’s really
a lovely place, this house. It reminds me…of the old days.”
“Yes, exactly. I feel very comfortable and relieved when I’m here.”
Siune was nodding as well, but then she gasped faintly, as if remembering
something.
 “Wh-what is it, Siune?”
“Oh no, I forgot! Speaking of money…when we made our deal for Asuna’s
help, we said that we’d give her everything the boss dropped. And then we
went and spent all that money on this stuff.”
“Oh, man! I totally forgot, too!”
Asuna laughed and waved her hand to indicate to the upset Sleeping Knights
that it was no big deal. “It’s just fine. As long as I get something, that’s all I—
Actually, no,” she finished, taking a deep breath.
She realized that it was her chance to finally say something she’d been
thinking about since before the boss fight. Asuna put on a serious look. “I don’t
need anything after all. Instead, I have a request.”
“Huh…?”
“Listen…I know that our contract ends here. But…I want more time to talk to
you, Yuuki. There are still so many things I want to ask.”
Asuna wanted to know how she could be as strong as Yuuki was. She
continued. “Will you let me join the Sleeping Knights?”
She hadn’t joined a guild since being reborn as a fairy in ALO. There had been
invitations, of course, and they’d discussed making their own small guild with
Kirito, Liz, and the others, but they’d never gone ahead with it.
It had to be because there was still a lingering sense of fear about guilds. For
more than a year, Asuna had been the subleader of the guild that was
considered the strongest in the game. The guild demanded ironclad order and a
steel will from its members, and she upheld that attitude by never smiling at
others. Back then, she was feared but never revered. And she was afraid that if
she joined a guild in ALO, it would send her back into that mindset.
But today, Asuna was completely at home among the Sleeping Knights and
felt no consternation whatsoever about making orders. That was because Yuuki
and the others had easily, comfortably eclipsed the barriers Asuna erected
around her heart. The time she spent with them could only lower those walls. It
would teach her true strength. Asuna herself didn’t realize she possessed that
desire, but Kirito and Klein had given her support through action, not words.
They hadn’t looked upset when she mentioned working with another guild;
they had been perfectly supportive.
Yuuki didn’t respond at once to Asuna’s request. She bit her lip. Her big, wide
eyes wavered with indecision again.
Suddenly, Siune and the four others were silently watching Asuna and Yuuki
as well. For a long, long moment, Yuuki stared at Asuna without a word. When
her quavering lips opened at last, her voice shook.
“Um…um, Asuna, listen. We…the Sleeping Knights…are going to break up
soon…probably by the spring. After that, we won’t really be able to play much
of the game…”
“Yeah, I know. Just until then. I…I want to be friends with you guys. We have
enough time for that…right?” Asuna asked, leaning forward and looking into
Yuuki’s purple eyes. But, for perhaps the first time ever, Yuuki averted her gaze.
She shook her head.
“Sorry…I’m sorry, Asuna. I’m…really sorry.”
There was such open pain in Yuuki’s repeated apology that Asuna couldn’t
push her any further.
“Oh…okay. No, I’m sorry for pressing you like that, Yuuki.”
“Um…Asuna, I…we…” Siune started, trying to fill in for Yuuki, but surprisingly,
she was having trouble finding the right words as well. Asuna noticed that the
rest of the group had similarly pained expressions, and she clapped her hands
together in an attempt to fix the gloomy mood.
“Sorry about getting weird on you guys. Let’s fix the mood by going to see the
thing!”
“What thing…?” Siune asked. Asuna patted her and the downcast Yuuki on
the shoulder.
“You’re forgetting something very important! I’m sure that by now, they’ve
updated the Monument of Swordsmen down in the palace!”
“Oh, right!” Jun erupted, getting to his feet. “Let’s go! We can take a
picture!!”
 “Yeah! Shall we?” Asuna asked again. Yuuki finally raised her head and smiled
weakly.
Asuna surveyed the central plaza of the Town of Beginnings for the first time
in ages, dragging the still-lethargic Yuuki by the hand.
“Gosh, this place is so big…All right everyone, this way!”
She wove her way through the flower beds until the rectangular Blackiron
Palace came into view ahead. It was one of the most famous tourist
destinations in Aincrad, so there were newbies and veterans alike milling about
the castle.
They headed through the main gate and into the imposing building, the
interior air chilly on the skin. The sound of boots clicking on the steel floor
echoed endlessly off the unfathomably high ceiling.
Asuna and the Sleeping Knights headed toward the great hall in the back,
adding to the din. They had to pass through two doors before they emerged in a
space that was relatively peaceful. A huge, lengthy monument of iron sat in the
center of the room.
“There it is!”
Jun and Nori ran past Asuna and Yuuki. They arrived at the foot of the
Monument of Swordsmen a few seconds later. Asuna looked for the end of the
sprawling list of names contained on the monument.
“Oh…there they are,” Yuuki muttered. Her hand suddenly clenched in
Asuna’s, and the fencer spotted it as well. Almost at the very center of the
gleaming black monument, there was an entry reading HEROES OF THE 27TH FLOOR,
below which there were seven names.
“There they are…There are our names…” Yuuki repeated in a daze. Asuna
noticed that the girl’s eyes were moist, and she felt a lump in her own throat.
“Hey, time to take a picture!” said Jun from behind them.
Asuna grabbed Yuuki’s shoulder and spun her around. “C’mon, Yuuki. Smile,”
she said.
That finally got Yuuki to crack a grin. With the others lined up in front of the
monument, Jun used the pop-up menu of a Screenshot Crystal to set a timer,
then let go. The crystal hung in place in the air, a countdown running over it.
He trotted over and squeezed between Yuuki and Tecchi. They all smiled, and
the crystal flashed with a shutter sound.
“Okay!” Jun said, rushing back to check, as Asuna and Yuuki turned to look at
the Monument of Swordsmen again.
“We did it, Yuuki,” Asuna said, patting her on the head. Yuuki nodded and
stared at the seven names for a long time.
Eventually, she mumbled, “Yeah…I finally did it, Big Sis.”
“Hee-hee!” Asuna couldn’t contain her giggle in time. “You did it again,
Yuuki.”
“Huh…?” Yuuki looked back at her in complete bewilderment.
“You called me ‘Big Sis,’ remember? Back at the boss chamber. I mean, it’s
very cute and flattering, but—?!”
Asuna stopped in midsentence. She hadn’t meant anything serious by it.
But Yuuki was covering her mouth with a hand, her eyes wide. The purple
irises filled with clear drops momentarily, dripping down her cheeks.
“Y…Yuuki?!”
Asuna tried to reach out to the girl, but Yuuki took a few steps backward. Her
lips opened, uttering a hoarse croak. “Asuna…I, I—”
Suddenly, she turned away, wiping at her tears and waving her left hand. That
brought up her menu window, which she touched with trembling fingers. Her
small body was engulfed in a pillar of white light.
And just like that, Yuuki the Absolute Sword, invincible warrior, disappeared
from Aincrad.
 8

Asuna looked down at the piece of paper in her hand to ensure that the string
of letters written on it indeed matched the title on the side of the large
building.
She was in the Tsuzuki ward of Yokohama. The building sat nestled between
hills rich with greenery. Given its fairly low height, the design surrounded by
plants and trees, and the rolling hills, it didn’t seem like they were in a big city
at all. But in fact, it was less than thirty minutes away from Asuna’s home in
Setagaya, using the Tokyu Line.
The building was still new, and the brown tiles on the exterior gleamed in the
low winter sun. It struck Asuna as similar to the place where she had slept for so
long. She put the piece of paper back in her pocket.
“Are you in there, Yuuki?” she muttered. She wanted to see the girl, but she
also hoped that she wasn’t in there.
After a brief period of uncertainty, Asuna straightened up the lapels of the
coat she was wearing over her uniform, and she started walking toward the
front entrance.
Three days had passed since Yuuki the Absolute Sword disappeared from
Aincrad.
When Asuna closed her eyes, she could still see her tears, just before she
logged out at the Monument of Swordsmen. She didn’t think she would ever
forget them, even if she tried. She needed to see her again so they could talk.
But all the in-game messages she sent received a stock “this user is not logged
in” response, and they hadn’t been opened yet.
She figured that the other Sleeping Knights would know where Yuuki was, but
when she visited their favorite hangout place, the inn in Rombal, only Siune was
there. She had looked down and shaken her head.
“We haven’t been able to contact Yuuki since then, either. She hasn’t been
full-diving at all, much less playing ALO, and we hardly know anything about her
real-life details. Plus…”
Siune stopped there. She gave Asuna a somewhat anxious look. “Asuna, I
don’t think that Yuuki wants to see you again. Not for her sake, but for yours.”
Asuna was stunned into silence. She finally found her voice a few seconds
later.
“Wh…why? I mean…I could tell that Yuuki and the rest of you were trying
hard not to get too close to me. If I’m just bothering you, I’ll leave her alone.
But…I don’t understand what you mean by saying it’s for my sake.”
“It’s not bothering!” Siune said vehemently, her perpetually serene attitude
broken for this one instant as she shook her head. “We truly are very happy to
have found you. The fact that we were able to create such wonderful memories
here at the end is thanks to you, Asuna. We cannot thank you enough for your
help with the boss and your desire to join our guild. I’m sure Yuuki agrees with
me there. But…please, I beg of you, just forget about us now.”
She waved her hand to call up a window. A trade prompt appeared in front of
Asuna.
“It’s a bit earlier than we expected, but the Sleeping Knights should be
breaking up soon. I am putting together our payment to you here. It is the loot
the boss dropped, as well as all of our items…”
“I…I don’t want it. I can’t take them,” Asuna said, smacking the CANCEL button.
She stepped closer to Siune. “Is this really good-bye? I…I like you, and Yuuki,
and everyone else. I thought that even if the guild broke up, I could still be
friends with all of you. Or was that just me…?”
The old Asuna would never have said such things. But in just the few days that
she’d been working with Yuuki’s party, she could feel herself changing. And that
just made their imminent farewell that much worse.
Siune looked down and shook her head. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry. But it’s for the
best if we say good-bye here…I’m sorry, Asuna.”
 And she, too, opened her window and logged out to escape the scene. After
that, it wasn’t just Yuuki; Siune, Jun, Nori, and the others did not log in to ALO
at all.
It had only been a few days together. Asuna had assumed they were friends,
but maybe she was wrong about that. But the Sleeping Knights left a deep,
unshakeable impression on Asuna’s heart. She knew she could never forget
them.
The third term at school had already begun, but even seeing Kazuto (Kirito),
Rika (Lisbeth), and Keiko (Silica) in real life for the first time in weeks did not
bring Asuna cheer. Behind her eyelids and deep in her ears, she saw and heard
Yuuki. “Big Sis,” she had called Asuna. And when she realized that she had done
it, she cried. Asuna wanted to know why.
And then Asuna got a text message from Kazuto yesterday, saying he would
be waiting for her on the school roof at lunch.
There were no other students on the roof of the concrete building, exposed
to the chill northern wind. Kazuto was leaning on a thick air circulation pipe as
he waited for Asuna.
In real life, he didn’t seem to be gaining any weight, even though it had been
more than a year since he was released from SAO. His sister, Suguha, was
making sure he ate properly, so there was no concern about his nutrition, but
either he was working off all the calories with jogging or the gym, or his frenetic
virtual battles were somehow burning off his physical energy.
He had his hands in his pockets, top jacket button open, and long bangs
waving in the wind, an appearance that was the same as in the old Aincrad
days, just with a different outfit and height. Asuna rushed over to him and
bumped her forehead right into the cradle of his shoulder as he looked up.
She wanted to express all of the churning emotions that tortured her gut, but
Asuna couldn’t even put what she was feeling into words. She squeezed her
eyelids shut, trying to stifle the oncoming sobs. Kazuto gently patted her back.
He murmured into her ear, “Do you still want to see the Absolute Sword?”
That simple question encompassed all of Asuna’s desires. He was right: She
wanted to see Yuuki again; she believed in her heart that Yuuki wanted the
same thing.
Asuna nodded, and Kazuto continued. “She told you that you shouldn’t see
her again, didn’t she? And you still want to?”
She had already told him all about the results of the twenty-seventh-floor
boss battle, their unexpected parting afterward, and Siune’s final comments, so
Kazuto’s questions were coming after he had formulated his own thoughts
about the matter.
Asuna nodded again. “Yes, even still. I just want to see Yuuki and talk to her
again. I have to do it.”
“I see,” Kazuto replied. He put his hands on her shoulders to put space
between them, then pulled a small piece of paper out of his jacket pocket. “If
you go here, you might be able to meet her.”
“Huh…?”
“It’s just a possibility, nothing more. But…I happen to believe that she’s
there.”
“H…how do you know that…?” Asuna asked in a daze, taking the folded scrap
of paper.
Kazuto looked up at the sky. “Because that’s the only place in Japan where
they’re holding a Medicuboid clinical study.”
“Medi…cuboid?” Asuna asked, turning the unfamiliar term over in her head.
She opened the scrap of paper.
Inside, it read: Yokohama Kohoku General Hospital, along with an address.
Asuna passed through the pristinely clean double set of automatic doors and
into the amply lit entrance, where she was greeted by the familiar scent of
disinfectant.
She passed through the lobby full of mothers with small children and elderly
patients in electric wheelchairs on her way to the reception desk.
On the form next to the window, she entered her name and address, but
stopped at the spot asking for the name of the patient she wanted to visit. All
Asuna knew was the name “Yuuki,” and she didn’t even know if that was the
girl’s real name. Kazuto had said that even if she was there, there was no
guarantee Asuna could confirm that or be able to see her. But after coming this
far, she couldn’t possibly give up. She steeled her courage and took the sheet to
the counter.
A nurse in a white uniform was on her computer terminal on the other side of
the desk. She looked up as Asuna approached. “Are you here for a visit?” she
asked, smiling.
Asuna nodded awkwardly. She handed over the form, still incomplete, and
said, “Um…I want to meet someone, but I don’t know her name.”
“Pardon?” the nurse asked, her eyebrows drawn together in suspicion.
“I think it’s a girl around age fifteen, and her first name might be ‘Yuuki,’ but it
also might not.”
“We have very many inpatients here, so I’m afraid that’s not enough to
narrow it down.”
“Um…I believe she might be here undergoing a Medicuboid test.”
“Patient privacy rights means that we can’t…”
Further back behind the counter, an older nurse looked up and stared at
Asuna. She leaned over and whispered something into the ear of the nurse who
was providing reception.
The original blinked in surprise and turned back to Asuna. In a more formal
tone, she awkwardly asked, “Pardon me, but what is your name?”
“Uh, er, my name is Asuna Yuuki.”
She slid the form over the desk. The nurse took the sheet, glanced at it, and
handed it to her coworker.
“May I see some form of identification?”
“O-of course.”
She pulled her wallet out of her coat pocket and extracted her student ID. The
nurse closely compared the photo on the card to Asuna’s face, then nodded
with satisfaction and asked her to wait while she picked up the nearby phone.
 After a few short comments on the internal line, she told Asuna, “Dr.
Kurahashi will see you in Internal Medicine Two. Go to the fourth floor in the
front elevator, then proceed to the right and give this to the receptionist there.”
The tray she held out contained Asuna’s ID and a silver pass card. Asuna
picked them up and bowed.
She ended up waiting at the fourth-floor reception bench for nearly ten
minutes before she noticed someone in white rushing over to her.
“Hi! I’m sorry, forgive me. My apologies for the wait,” said the small, plump
doctor, who looked to be in his early thirties. His hair was parted to the side
over his gleaming forehead, and he wore thick-rimmed glasses.
Asuna quickly got to her feet and bowed deeply. “N-not at all! I’m sorry to just
show up out of the blue like this. I can wait as long as you need me to.”
“No, it’s perfectly all right. I’m off duty this afternoon. So you are, um, Asuna
Yuuki, yes?” he said, his drooping eyes narrowing slightly as he smiled.
“Yes, that’s me.”
“Well, my name is Kurahashi. I’m Miss Konno’s physician. I’m glad you’ve
come to visit.”
“Miss…Konno?”
“Ah. Her full name is Yuuki Konno. ‘Yuuki’ is written with the characters for
‘cotton’ and ‘season.’ I usually just call her Yuuki…She’s been talking all about
you every day, Miss Asuna. Oh, forgive me for being forward. I’m just used to
hearing your name.”
“No, Asuna is fine,” she reassured him, beaming.
Dr. Kurahashi smiled shyly and pointed toward the elevator. “Why don’t we
go visit the lounge up above, rather than stand around here?”
They ended up sitting across from each other in the back of a wide-open
waiting room. There was a nice view of the spacious hospital lot and the
verdant area surrounding it through the large glass window. There were few
people around, so the only disturbance to the room’s air was the gentle
humming of the air-conditioning.
 Asuna wasn’t sure which of the many questions she ought to ask first.
Instead, it was Dr. Kurahashi who broke the silence.
“I understand you met Yuuki in a VR world, Asuna? Did she tell you about this
hospital?”
“Er, no…She didn’t, actually…”
“Ahh. I’m surprised you found us, then. In fact, Yuuki said that someone
named Asuna Yuuki might be coming to visit her and to let the front desk know,
so we were surprised to learn that she hadn’t told you. I figured you wouldn’t
be able to find the place, so when they just called from downstairs a few
minutes ago, it was quite a shock to me.”
“Um…did Yuuki tell you much about me?” Asuna asked, to which the doctor
nodded eagerly.
“Oh, indeed. The last few days, she hasn’t spoken about anything else during
my visits. However, every time she spoke to me about you, she always cried at
the end. She’s never been the type to cry about her own issues.”
“But…wh-why…?”
“She wanted to be better friends, but she couldn’t; she wanted to see you,
but she couldn’t. I’ll admit, I can understand that feeling…”
For the first time, Dr. Kurahashi’s face was pained. Asuna took a deep breath
and summoned her courage to ask, “Yuuki and her friends said the same thing
to me in the VR world before we broke apart. Why is that? Why can’t she see
me?”
She leaned forward, trying to avoid thinking about the steadily growing
suspicion inside of her ever since she saw the word hospital on the note. Dr.
Kurahashi looked down at his hands atop the table. Eventually, he said quietly,
“To explain that, I need to start with the Medicuboid first. You are an
AmuSphere user, I assume?”
“Er…yes, that’s right.”
The young doctor nodded and looked up. To her surprise, he said, “While it
might not be fair to say this to you, it pains me to no end that full-dive
technology was developed solely for entertainment purposes.”
“Huh…?”
“The government ought to have put in the money and developed that tech for
medical research. We would be a full year or two ahead of where we are now.”
This direction of the conversation took Asuna by surprise. The doctor held up
a finger and continued. “Just think about it. Imagine how useful the AmuSphere
could be in a medical context. To people who are sight-or hearing-impaired,
that machine is a gift from God. Unfortunately, those with hereditary brain
damage are excluded, but consider anyone with nerve damage between the
eyes and the nervous system. With the AmuSphere, that information goes
straight to the processing center instead. The same applies to hearing. People
who have lived their lives without the concept of light or sound can now
experience the world the way it should be experienced, just by using that
machine.”
Asuna nodded at Dr. Kurahashi’s impassioned explanation. The use of the
AmuSphere in this field wasn’t a recent development. Once the headgear was
made even smaller and had its own special lenses, the blind and deaf would be
able to function exactly as everyone else in society.
“And it’s not just signal reception that it can help with. The AmuSphere can
also cancel bodily signals,” he said, tapping the base of his neck. “By sending an
electric pulse here, you can temporarily paralyze the nerves, producing the
same effect as full-body anesthesia. So using an AmuSphere during an
operation can also remove the remote chance of something going wrong with
the anesthetic.”
Asuna was surprised to find herself engrossed in the doctor’s stories. But
something occurred to her. Careful to mind her words around the medical
expert, she timidly said, “But…isn’t that impossible? The AmuSphere’s
interrupting signals are intentionally limited. I don’t think an AmuSphere—or
even the original NerveGear—could block out the pain of a doctor’s scalpel…
And even if you canceled out the spinal column signals, the nerves are still alive,
so they’d react, right…?”
“Y-yes…that’s true,” Dr. Kurahashi said, startled at her knowledge. He
recovered quickly and nodded several times. “No, that’s absolutely true. The
AmuSphere has low pulse output and a power-saving CPU, so there’s a sharp
limit on its processing power. It’s fine for making a full dive into a Virtual Reality
space, but the specs aren’t up to the level necessary to provide Augmented
Reality with the combination of a lens and the physical world. So for the
moment, the biggest rush in government development is for the Medicuboid:
the world’s first medical-use full-dive device.”
“Medi…cuboid,” Asuna said, rolling the word on her tongue. She recognized
that it had to be a combination of medical and cuboid.
The doctor grinned and continued. “It’s still just a codename. Essentially, it
boosts the AmuSphere’s output, multiplies the density of the pulse-generating
nodes, and increases processing speed. This is embedded into the bed so that it
can cover the entire spine and not just the brain. It looks just like a white box…
but if they can be built practically and put into use at hospitals all over, it will
have a dramatic effect on medicine. Anesthesia will be unnecessary in nearly all
operations, and we might even be able to communicate with patients suffering
from locked-in syndrome.”
“Locked-in…?”
“It’s also known as a pseudocoma. The conscious, thinking parts of the brain
are intact and functioning, but there’s something wrong with the parts that
control the body, so they cannot express their own will. The Medicuboid can
connect to the deepest parts of the brain, so even someone in a state of
paralysis might be able to rejoin society through the use of VR.”
“I see…so this really is a ‘machine of dreams’ in the truest sense…even more
than the AmuSphere built for playing games,” Asuna murmured. But although
Dr. Kurahashi had just been speaking of lofty dreams, this comment seemed to
bring him back to reality. He looked downcast, removed his glasses, and sighed
heavily.
With a little shake of his head, he smiled sadly. “Yes, that’s it. A machine of
dreams. But…machines have a limit, of course. One of the areas in which the
Medicuboid is most highly anticipated is…terminal care.”
“Terminal care…” Asuna repeated, unfamiliar with the English term.
 “It’s also known as hospice care,” the doctor explained softly. Asuna felt as
though she’d been doused with freezing water. She gaped, her eyes wide. Dr.
Kurahashi put his glasses back on with a kindly smile. “Later on, you might wish
that you had stopped listening here. No one will criticize you for making that
choice now. Yuuki and her friends really are thinking of you when they said
this.”
But Asuna didn’t hesitate. She was ready to face whatever reality had in store,
and she felt she had a duty to do it. She looked up and said, “No…please
continue. This is why I came here.”
“I see,” Dr. Kurahashi said, smiling again and nodding. “Yuuki told me that if
you desired to know, I could tell you everything about her. Her hospital room is
on the top floor of the center ward. It’s a long hike, so we can talk as we go.”
As she walked after the doctor, out of the lounge and toward the elevator,
Asuna felt the same term repeating over and over in her head.
Terminal care. She felt that she had a very clear and simple idea of what that
meant, but she didn’t want to think that they would have such a direct term to
refer to that “final” stage of life.
The only thing she knew for certain was that she needed to face and accept
the truth that would be revealed to her soon. Yuuki allowed her to come into
contact with her reality because she believed that Asuna could handle it.
In the lobby of the center ward building, there were three elevators. The
rightmost said STAFF ONLY. The doctor ran the card he hung around his neck over
the panel, and the door binged open at once.
They entered the box full of white glow, and the elevator began to ascend
with almost no sound or sense of acceleration.
“Have you ever heard of the term window period?” Dr. Kurahashi suddenly
asked. Asuna blinked and consulted her memory index.
“I believe…I learned that one in health class. Does it have something to do
with virus…infections?”
“That’s right. When a person is suspected of contracting a viral infection, you
usually run a blood test. There’s an antibody test, where you test the blood with
antibodies that will react to the virus, and there’s a more sensitive option called
a NAT test that amplifies the virus’s DNA and RNA. Even with the more powerful
NAT test, it cannot detect a virus within the first ten days of infection. That time
span is called the window period.”
Dr. Kurahashi paused. They felt a very slight slowdown, and the door binged
open again. The twelfth (and top) floor was prohibited to general visitors, and
there was an imposing gateway right outside the elevator. The doctor ran his
card over another sensor, then placed his palm on a panel for a biometric
reading. The panel beeped, and the metal barricade bar sank out of the way. He
motioned Asuna through the gate.
Unlike the lower floors, there were no windows in sight. It was just a long
hallway with white panels and a left-right intersection up ahead.
Dr. Kurahashi took the lead again and turned down the left branch. The
inorganic hallway, lit by soft white lights, continued on endlessly. They passed a
few nurses dressed in white, but there was otherwise no hint of sound from the
outside world.
“The existence of this window period inevitably gives rise to a certain
phenomenon,” the doctor said abruptly, continuing his earlier explanation,
“and that is, the contamination of the transfusion liquid we collect through
blood drives. Of course, the likelihood is very small. The probability of catching
a virus from a single transfusion has to be one in hundreds of thousands. But
modern medical science is unable to reduce that chance to zero.”
He sighed faintly. Asuna felt a hint of helplessness in his mannerism.
“Yuuki was born in May of 2011. It was a difficult birth, and she had to be
delivered by C-section. During the operation…it was unlabeled in the records,
but there was some kind of accident that resulted in significant blood loss,
requiring an emergency transfusion. And sadly, the blood that was used turned
out to be contaminated with a virus.”
“…!”
Asuna held her breath. The doctor glanced at her for an instant, then turned
away and continued. “We don’t know for certain at this point, but Yuuki was
infected either at birth or shortly thereafter. Her father was infected within the
month. The infection wasn’t detected until September, via a post-transfusion
blood test her mother received. At that point…it was too late for the entire
family…”
He sighed heavily and came to a halt. There was a sliding door on the right
wall, with a metal panel built into the wall next to it. The plate inserted there
carried the imposing title of First Special Instrument Room.
The doctor slid his card through the slit below the panel. The machine binged
and the door slid open with a hiss.
Asuna followed Dr. Kurahashi through the door, grappling with a pain like her
chest was being wrung by a giant set of hands. The room was oddly long and
narrow. On the far wall ahead was another door like the one they’d just passed
through, and the right wall was lined with a number of consoles and monitors.
The left wall was covered with an enormous horizontal window, but the glass
was black, the space beyond invisible to her.
“The room on the other side of the glass is sterilized by air control systems, so
I’m afraid you can’t go in there,” he said, approaching the black window and
activating the control panel below it. The window hummed a bit, the dark color
rapidly draining away until it was transparent enough to reveal the other side.
It was a small room. Actually, in terms of measurements, it was large. It only
looked small because the space was crammed full of various machines. Some
were tall, some were short, some were simple boxes, and some were rather
complex. So it took her a little time before she noticed the gel bed at the center
of the room.
Asuna got as close to the glass as she could, squinting at the bed. There was a
small figure half sunken in to the blue gel. It was covered by a white sheet up to
the chest, but the bare shoulders poking out above it were painfully thin. A
number of tubes ran to the figure’s throat and arms, connecting them to the
array of machinery.
She couldn’t see the face of the person on the bed directly. It was covered by
a white cube, built into the bed, that swallowed almost her entire head inside
of it. All she could see were thin, colorless lips and a pointed chin. There was a
side monitor on the cube pointing toward them, shifting with a number of
colored readouts. Above the monitor was a simple logo reading Medicuboid.
“…Yuuki…?” Asuna rasped. At last, she had found Yuuki in real life. But now
that she was almost there, the last several feet were separated by a thick glass
wall that could never be breached.
Without turning to him, Asuna timidly, hesitantly asked, “Doctor…what does
Yuuki have…?”
His answer was short, but unbearably heavy.
“Acquired immunodeficiency syndrome…She has AIDS.”
 9

From the moment she saw the enormous hospital, Asuna was expecting
something like this, the possibility that Yuuki was suffering from some terrible
condition. But she couldn’t prevent herself from gasping when she heard the
name from the doctor’s mouth. She stared through the glass at the prone Yuuki,
feeling her body freeze solid.
This was the reality of it all? Both her reason and emotions refused to accept
that the perpetually lively, powerful Yuuki was an isolated existence surrounded
by imposing medical machinery.
I was a fool who didn’t know anything and never tried to, a voice screamed
inside of her. Now she knew the meaning of the tears Yuuki shed just before
she vanished. They meant…
“But today, AIDS isn’t nearly as terrible a condition as we once thought it
was,” she heard Dr. Kurahashi say kindly. “As long as you start treatment early
after contracting HIV, you can hold off the onset of AIDS by ten or even twenty
years. As long as you take your medicine and manage your health carefully,
your life can be virtually the same as before contraction.”
The doctor sat in the chair in front of the console with a small creak. He
continued. “But, unfortunately, the virus she caught was a drug-resistant strain.
Apparently, after it was revealed that the entire family was infected, Yuuki’s
mother considered having them all choose death. But she was also a devout
Catholic. Through the power and support of her faith and husband, she was
able to overcome the initial danger and chose to fight the disease.”
“To…fight…”
“Yes. Just after she was born, Yuuki underwent HAART, or highly active
antiretroviral therapy. After she survived the most critical early period, she
grew up well, if a little small. She was relatively normal until elementary school,
in fact. But it’s difficult for a small child to take so many regular medications.
And RT inhibitors have intense side effects. But Yuuki stayed strong and was
determined to fight her condition. She hardly ever skipped a day of school, and
she maintained grades that were the top in her class. She had many friends, and
from what I’ve seen of the videos of that time, her smile was as radiant as the
sun…”
He paused. Asuna heard him make a nearly inaudible sigh.
“Yuuki’s status as an HIV carrier was kept secret from the school. That is
normal protocol. Schools and businesses are forbidden from conducting HIV
blood tests. But…right after she started fourth grade, through means unknown,
a number of the school parents became aware that she was a carrier. The word
spread like wildfire. The law prohibits discrimination against sufferers of HIV,
but sadly, not every factor of society works solely on altruistic, healthy
reasoning…The school was inundated with requests to remove her, as well as
harassing letters and phone calls asserting all manner of false stories. Her
parents resisted the onslaught of abuse, but ultimately, they had no choice but
to move residences and transfer Yuuki to a new school.”
“…”
Asuna couldn’t even murmur to show that she was listening anymore. It was
all she could do to listen to his words, her spine frozen stiff.
“But Yuuki continued to attend her new school without crying. However…life
is cruel. It was just around this time that her CD4 count, the lymphocytes that
can indicate lowered immune response, began to drop precipitously. In other
words…she had progressed to the AIDS stage. Even now, I believe it was the
actions and statements of that school’s parents and teachers, and the way they
hurt her deep inside, that resulted in this shift.”
The young doctor’s voice was calm and measured. It was only the sharpness
of his breath that betrayed his emotional state.
“When your immune system is compromised, it causes you to be vulnerable
to viruses and germs that the body is usually perfectly capable of fighting. These
are called opportunistic infections. Yuuki was first brought to this hospital when
she contracted PCP, a particularly troublesome form of pneumonia. That was
three and a half years ago. Even in the hospital, she was always smiling and
reassuring us that she wouldn’t give in and let the disease win. She never even
raised a single complaint during the more painful tests. However…”
He paused briefly to shift his weight. “Germs and viruses exist everywhere, all
over the hospital, and especially in the patient’s body. So the risk of
opportunistic infections continues even after hospitalization, and the longer
you continue HAART treatment, the greater the risk that the virus will acquire
more drug resistance. After the pneumonia, Yuuki caught esophageal
candidiasis. This was right around the time that society was rocked by the
NerveGear scandal. In the midst of calls to outlaw full-dive tech altogether, a
medical-use NerveGear prototype developed by the government and tech
companies—in other words, the Medicuboid—was installed in the hospital for
clinical trials. But given that this was the NerveGear, and an even more
powerful version at that, no one could have known the long-term effect it
would have on the human brain. It was very hard to find patients who were
willing to brave that risk to test the unit out. So with that in mind, I made a
proposal to Yuuki and her family…”
As she waited for him to continue, Asuna stared at Yuuki on her bed, and the
white cube that covered most of her face. The inside of Asuna’s mind was cold
and numb. What little of her confused wits was able to think straight
desperately tried to avoid facing the truth.
Based on the time it was developed, the Medicuboid was an offshoot of the
NerveGear, not the later AmuSphere. Asuna was totally used to the AmuSphere
now, but there were times that she missed the greater, more immersive clarity
of the original NerveGear’s virtual reality. The AmuSphere had numerous safety
measures, a lesson learned from the SAO Incident, but its simulation of reality
was unquestionably inferior to the original device.
So the Medicuboid had several times the number of pulse nodes as the
NerveGear, was capable of blocking signals from the entire body, and boasted a
far more powerful CPU than the AmuSphere. Yuuki’s incredible strength in
Alfheim was a product of her interface, then?
An instant later, Asuna knew that wasn’t true. The sharpness of Yuuki’s skill
far surpassed anything dependent on machine specs. In battle instinct alone,
she was at least Kirito’s equal, if not better.
As far as Asuna understood, Kirito’s strength came from his experience
fighting at the front line longer and harder than anyone else during his two
years as a prisoner in SAO. In that case, how long had Yuuki spent inside the
world created by the Medicuboid?
“As you can see, the Medicuboid prototype is an exceedingly powerful and
delicate machine,” Dr. Kurahashi said, after a long silence. “We installed it in
this clean room for safe, long-term testing. In other words, conditions with no
airborne dust or dirt, purged of all bacteria and viruses. In these circumstances,
the test subject is at a vastly lowered risk of opportunistic infections. So I
proposed this to Yuuki and her family.”
“…”
“Even now, I wonder sometimes if it was really the best option for her. In
AIDS treatment, we prize something called QOL: Quality of Life. It means trying
to maintain a high-functioning, meaningful life for the patient during treatment.
In that sense, the test subject has an inadequate QOL. She cannot leave the
clean room nor come into contact with another human being. My proposal was
a very difficult decision for Yuuki and her family. But I believe that the allure of
the virtual world was what helped her make up her mind. She agreed to
become a test subject and entered this chamber. Yuuki has been living inside
the Medicuboid ever since.”
“Ever…since…?”
“Yes, literally. She almost never returns to the real world. In fact, at this point,
she can’t return. In terminal care, we use morphine to ease the patient’s pain,
but she’s currently getting that from the Medicuboid’s signal-canceling
function. Aside from her daily data collection test, which lasts a few hours, she’s
been traveling through various virtual worlds. My meetings with her happen
over there, naturally.”
“Meaning…she’s been in a dive for twenty-four hours a day…? For…”
“Three years,” he said.
She lost all words.
 All this time, she assumed that it was the former SAO players who had the
most AmuSphere experience of anyone in the entire world. But she was wrong.
The tiny, emaciated girl on the bed over there was the purest traveler of virtual
worlds on the planet. And that was the secret to Yuuki’s strength.
You’re a complete and total resident of this world, aren’t you, Kirito had asked
Yuuki. Through that short battle, he must have sensed something within her,
something akin.
Somewhere in her heart, Asuna felt a sensation like humility flooding through
her. She closed her eyes and lowered her head, feeling like a knight taking a
knee and pledging her sword to a far superior warrior.
After a period of silence, Asuna tore her eyes away to face Dr. Kurahashi.
“Thank you for letting me see Yuuki. She’ll be just fine here, won’t she? She’ll be
able to keep adventuring on the other side, won’t she…?”
But he didn’t respond at once. He simply sat in the chair in front of the
console, hands folded over his knees, staring kindly at Asuna.
“Just being in a clean, sterilized room does not purge the bacteria or viruses
inside her body. Such things only grow in strength as the body’s immune system
weakens. Yuuki is suffering from cytomegalovirus and nontuberculous
mycobacterial infections—she’s lost nearly all sight. She’s also got brain lesions
caused by the HIV itself. She’s essentially unable to move her body on her own
anymore.”
“…”
“It’s been fifteen years since she contracted HIV, and three and a half years
with AIDS. Yuuki is in her terminal stage. She’s recognized this fact with lucid
understanding. I believe that you understand now why she wanted to vanish.”
“No…no…”
Asuna shook her head. Her eyes were wide. But she couldn’t cast aside the
truth that had been laid upon her.
Yuuki had always resisted getting any closer to Asuna. In truth, it was for
Asuna’s own sake. Yuuki wanted it that way to minimize Asuna’s pain when the
inevitable parting came. And it wasn’t just her. Siune and the rest of the
Sleeping Knights had maintained that mysterious attitude whenever the topic
came up because they knew the truth as well.
But Asuna never realized, never tried to learn, and ended up hurting Yuuki.
With a sharp, stabbing pain, Asuna recalled Yuuki’s tears before she logged out
at Blackiron Palace. Suddenly, she realized something.
She looked up and asked, “Um, Doctor…did Yuuki have…an older sister?”
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. He hesitated but eventually nodded. “I
didn’t tell you this, because it doesn’t pertain to Yuuki herself…but you are
correct. Yuuki had a twin sister. That was the reason for the C-section that was
the cause of all of this.”
He looked up into empty space, perusing his memories, and grinned.
“Her sister’s name was Aiko. She, too, was at this hospital. They weren’t the
most identical of twins…Yuuki was the happy and energetic one, and Aiko
preferred to sit back and watch her. Now that I think about it…something about
your face and mannerisms reminds me of her…”
His use of the past tense bothered her. She stared at him. He seemed to sense
her unasked question, and explained, “Yuuki’s parents died two years ago…and
her sister died last year.”
She thought she had understood what it meant to lose something.
Asuna had repeatedly witnessed the loss of human life while in that long-lost
world. On several occasions, she had peered into that abyss herself. So she
thought she understood that when the time came, people died. That no matter
how hard you struggled, there were certain facts that could never be
overturned.
But now that she understood the past and current state of Yuuki, a girl Asuna
had only known for a few days, the weight of it overwhelmed her. She leaned
against the thick glass. The very meaning of the word reality was melting,
trickling away. She pressed her forehead against the cold, hard surface.
She had fought hard enough. Somewhere in her mind, she thought there was
nothing wrong with fixating on the simple pleasure she had found. She made
excuses for being afraid of change, shying away from friction, backing away and
mincing her words.
But Yuuki had been fighting from the moment she was born. She fought and
fought and fought against the cruel reality that threatened to steal everything
she had, and even knowing her impending finality, she still found the strength
to flash that radiant smile.
Asuna shut her eyes tight. Silently, she sent a message to Yuuki, who was
undoubtedly traveling some far-off land right now.
I want to see you again. Just one more time.
She wanted to talk to her about the truth this time. Yuuki had told her that
there were things she couldn’t get across without confronting them. If she
couldn’t rip away everything that she’d wrapped around her weakness and
exchange words with Yuuki again, then why had they met at all?
At last, something hot bled into the lids of her eyes. Asuna put her right hand
to the glass window, tensing her fingers, seeking any kind of texture from its
perfectly smooth surface.
Suddenly, from nowhere in particular, a gentle voice said, “Don’t cry, Asuna.”
Her head shot upward as if on a spring. Her eyes sprang open as well, droplets
flying from her lashes. She stared at the bedridden girl. The little figure was still
lying prone there, in the exact same spot she had been before. Nothing was
different with the white machine covering her face. But Asuna noticed that one
of the blue indicator lights on the side facing her was blinking irregularly. The
display on the monitor was different from before—it was displaying a small
message reading USER TALKING.
“Yuuki…?” Asuna murmured, barely a whisper. She tried once more, louder
this time. “Yuuki? Are you there?”
The response was immediate. The speakers fixed above the thick glass
partition had to be conveying her voice over there.
“Yeah. It’s through the lens, but I can see you, Asuna. Incredible…You look just
like you do over there…Thanks for coming.”
“…Yuuki…I…I…”
 The more she wanted to say, the less the words would come. She felt an
indescribable helplessness wrench at her heart. Before her lips would work, the
speakers above continued.
“Doctor, please let Asuna use the room next door.”
“Huh…?”
Asuna turned around, confused. Dr. Kurahashi was deep in thought, his
expression severe, but eventually he regained his usual gentle smile.
“Very well. On the other side of that door is the full-dive seat and AmuSphere
that I use for our meetings. You may lock it from the inside, but please keep
yourself to twenty minutes or so. We are cutting out a number of steps here,
after all.”
 “Er…of course,” she replied hastily, then looked back at the girl lying beneath
the Medicuboid. Yuuki’s voice emerged from the speakers.
“ALO’s included in the app launcher, so once you log in, come to where we first
met.”
“Okay…got it. Hang on, I’ll be there soon,” she said, her voice loud and clear.
She gave Dr. Kurahashi a polite bow and turned to the door. Within a few steps,
she reached the far wall of the monitor room and placed her hand over the
sensor. When the door slid open, she squeezed through it.
The room beyond was about half the size of the monitoring station. There
were two black leather recliners, both with familiar circular headgear on the
headrests.
She impatiently turned back to lock the door, casting her bag onto the floor,
then lay on the nearer of the seats. At the end of the armrest were some
buttons that she used to adjust the incline, then she picked up the AmuSphere
and set it on her head. Asuna took a deep breath, turned on the power, saw
nothing but white, and left the real world.
Asuna awoke as the undine fencer in the bedroom of her forest home. She
leaped upward without waiting for her VR senses to become fully aligned. Her
wings buzzed as they carried her through the window without her feet touching
the ground.
It was early morning in Alfheim, and the deep forest was shrouded in thick
mist. She spun into a turn and then upward, shooting above the trees to break
out of the layer of white. Her arms were held tight against her body as she
rocketed toward the center of the floor.
In less than three minutes, she was within the airspace of the floor’s main
town, descending upon the glowing blue portal at the center of the square. As a
number of players watched, wide-eyed, she did a half turn and came screeching
to a stop. At the very moment that her bodily inertia hit zero, she passed
through the gate.
“Teleport! Panareze!” she shouted. A deluge of pale light surged, pushing her
upward.
 In an instant, the process was done, and she hurtled out into the main plaza
of Panareze, main city of the twenty-fourth floor. She jumped hard off the
cobblestones, flying for the little island to the north of the city. Asuna zoomed
at top speed, her shadow landing on the lake water wreathed with trails of
mist.
The silhouette of a large tree loomed ahead. It seemed like the long-distant
past in which Yuuki the Absolute Sword had waged her informal duels. The time
she’d been there before, there had been a bustling crowd, but now it was
empty and silent.
Asuna gradually slowed down, weaving around the trunk and preparing to
land. The mist was so thick that she couldn’t see the ground. She landed softly,
rustling the dewy grass. Because it was still before dawn, her visibility was
limited to just a few feet away. She raced around the tree, her desperation
growing.
Halfway around the trunk, on the eastern side, a ray of light from the outer
aperture finally broke through the mist for a moment. At last, through the break
in the curtain, Asuna found the person she was looking for.
Yuuki was facing the other direction. Her long, dark hair and bronze-colored
skirt waved in the breeze. As Asuna held her breath, the imp girl turned and
stared at her with garnet-red eyes. Her pale lips formed a smile as delicate as
melting snowflakes.
“For some reason, I just had a hunch that you’d find me in the real world.
Even though you shouldn’t have, since I didn’t tell you a thing,” Yuuki
whispered, then smiled again. “But you came. It’s pretty rare that my hunches
come true. I was very happy…so happy.”
Just a few days’ absence had added a kind of transparency to Yuuki’s bearing.
Asuna felt something sharp pinch her heart. She approached slowly, one step at
a time, praying that the girl wasn’t just an illusion.
Her extended fingers brushed Yuuki’s shoulder. She was unable to stop
herself from enfolding the girl’s small body in her arms, squeezing her to feel
the warmth.
Yuuki showed no surprise; she leaned her head against Asuna’s shoulder like a
blade of grass pushed by the wind. Through the contact of their bodies, Asuna
felt a heart-trembling warmth from her that was greater than any digital data
sent through electronic pulse nodes. She let out a slow breath and closed her
eyes.
“…It smells the way it did when Big Sis would hold me like this. The smell of
the sun…” Yuuki whispered, letting her weight lean against Asuna.
Asuna, meanwhile, uttered her first words here from trembling lips. “Do you
mean…Aiko? Did she play VRMMOs, too…?”
“Yes. That hospital let us use AmuSpheres in ordinary patient rooms, too. Big
Sis was the original leader of the Sleeping Knights. And she was way, waaay
better than me…”
Yuuki ground her forehead into Asuna’s shoulder. Asuna reached up and
traced the silky hair. The younger girl tensed up, then eased. “At first there
were nine Sleeping Knights. But we’ve lost three of them now, including Big
Sis…So we all had a discussion and came to a decision. When the next one
went, we’d break up the guild. But before then, we had to create the best
memory ever…a great, fantastic adventure that we could tell Big Sis and the
others about when we were reunited.”
“…”
“We first met in a virtual hospice called Serene Garden, within a medical
network. Our conditions are all different, but our circumstances are the same.
So the server was set up for us to meet and have fun together in a VR
environment, so that our last moments could be worthwhile…”
Ever since Dr. Kurahashi had started to explain back at the hospital, Asuna
had a suspicion about this. There was that same strength, cheeriness, and calm
that all of the Sleeping Knights shared; she had wondered if maybe that meant
that they were all coming from the same place.
But even anticipating this bombshell, Asuna felt Yuuki’s words sink to the
bottom of her chest, irrevocably heavy. The bright smiles of Siune, Jun, Tecchi,
Nori, and Talken all flitted through her mind’s eye.
“I’m sorry, Asuna. For not telling you the truth. The Sleeping Knights aren’t
breaking up in the spring because we’ll be too busy to keep playing the game.
It’s because two of us have been told that we have three months left at the
most. So…so that’s why we wanted to make our final memories here, in this
wonderful place. We wanted to put proof that we had been here on that giant
monument,” Yuuki said, her voice trembling again. All Asuna could do was put
more strength into her arms as she squeezed.
“But it wasn’t really working for us…and we started to wonder if we should
look for someone, just one person, who could help us. Not everyone was for it.
They said that if whomever we chose found out the truth, it would be a burden
on them and cause them terrible pain. And…that’s exactly what happened. I’m
sorry…I’m sorry, Asuna. If it’s possible…I want you to forget about us. Right
now, if you can…”
“I can’t,” she replied shortly. She rubbed her cheek against Yuuki’s head.
“Because it wasn’t a burden, not in the least. It wasn’t terrible. I’m so happy
that I met you and was able to help you. Even now…I wish that you would let
me join the Sleeping Knights.”
“…Ahh…”
Both Yuuki’s breath and her delicate body shuddered deeply for an instant.
“I…I’m so happy I came here and got to meet you, Asuna…Just hearing that was
enough for me. Now, at last…I’m satisfied…with everything…”
“…”
Asuna put her hands on Yuuki’s shoulders and pulled away. She stared into
those wet, shining purple eyes.
“But…but there are still so many things you haven’t done. There are all kinds
of places you haven’t seen in Alfheim yet…and if you include all the other VR
worlds, this place is endless. So please, don’t say you’re satisfied…”
She was trying her best to keep finding the right words, but Yuuki’s gaze and
smile were vacant, as though she were looking at something far, far away.
“In the last three years…we’ve gone on all kinds of adventures in all kinds of
worlds. I want the memory I created with you to be the final page.”
“But…there has to be more…More things to do, more places to go…” Asuna
suggested desperately. If she didn’t challenge Yuuki’s decision, the girl might
simply disappear into the mist in a moment. Suddenly, Yuuki’s focus snapped
from the distant horizon to Asuna’s face, and she smiled in that mischievous
way she’d done so often during their struggle against the boss.
“That’s a good point…I want to go to school.”
“S…school?”
“I’ve gone to school in the virtual world a few times, but it’s too quiet and
pristine and well-mannered. I want to go to a real school again, the kind I went
to years and years ago,” Yuuki said, grinning, then ducked her head in apology.
“Sorry for asking the impossible. I really, really appreciate the way you feel. But
I really am happy with this…”
“You might be able to.”
“…Huh?” Yuuki blinked in surprise, then stared at Asuna. The older girl
thought hard, trying to summon the memory from the back of her mind.
“I think you might be able to go…to school.”
 10

The next day, January 12th, 12:50 PM: On the north end of the third floor of
Building Two, Asuna sat in a chair in the computing room far from the
lunchtime bustle, her back straight.
There was a small domed machine, about three inches across, fixed to the
right shoulder of her school blazer with a thin harness. The base was made of
plated aluminum, but the dome was clear acrylic with a video lens inside. Two
cables ran out of the base’s socket, one traveling to Asuna’s cell phone in her
jacket pocket and the other to a small desktop PC on the table next to her.
At the PC, Kazuto and two other students in the mechatronics class with him
were huddled together, exchanging mysterious tech terminology that sounded
like magic spells or sorcerers’ curses.
“I’m telling you, the gyros are too sensitive. If you’re going to prioritize eye
tracking, you need to allow the parameters to go a little looser…”
“But won’t that cause major lag if there are any twitchy movements?”
“In that case, you’ll just have to trust the learning capabilities of the
optimization program, Kazu.”
“Um, excuse me, Kirito? Lunchtime’s almost over…!” Asuna snapped,
frustrated with being stuck motionless in the same position for more than thirty
minutes. Kazuto looked up, letting out a thoughtful hum.
“Well, I think the initial settings should be okay now. Uh, can you hear me,
Yuuki?” he asked, not to Asuna, but to the dome on her shoulder. Yuuki the
Absolute Sword’s cheerful voice piped up out of the speakers on the machine.
“Yes, I can hear you!”
“Good. We’re going to initialize the lens area, so speak up when your field of
vision becomes clear.”
 “Okay, got it.”
The half-sphere piece of tech on Asuna’s shoulder was called an “AV
Interactive Communications Probe,” and Kazuto’s team had been testing it out
since the start of the year. It was essentially a tool that allowed a user to see
and hear distant locations in the real world through the use of an AmuSphere
network. The lens and mic inside the probe collected data that were sent to the
Internet through Asuna’s phone, where they eventually reached Yuuki’s full-
dive space through her Medicuboid at Yokohama Kohoku General Hospital. The
lens could swivel freely within the dome, synchronizing the visual source with
the movement of her eyes. From Yuuki’s end, it felt like she was a tenth of her
original size, perched on Asuna’s shoulder like this.
When Yuuki mentioned that she wanted to go to school, Asuna recalled this
device, especially when she’d heard so many complaints about this particular
research theme.
The lens whirred as the motors fine-tuned its focus, and when Yuuki said,
“There,” they stopped.
“That should do it. There’s a stabilizer on board, but try to avoid any sudden
movements if you can, Asuna. And don’t shout too loudly. Even a whisper will
still carry over just fine,” Kazuto explained.
“Got it, got it,” she responded, stretching at last, then getting slowly to her
feet. Kazuto pulled out the cable connected to the PC. She spoke softly to the
probe on her shoulder. “Sorry about that, Yuuki. I was hoping to show you
around the school first, but now our lunch break is over.”
Yuuki’s voice emerged from the little speaker. “That’s okay. I’m really looking
forward to sitting in on your class!”
“Okay. In that case, let’s go and say hello to the teacher for my next period.”
She waved to Kazuto’s team, who were all exhausted from their forced probe
setup, and left the computing room. As she walked through the hall, descended
the stairs, and crossed the bridge connecting the buildings, Yuuki exclaimed at
each and every feature she noticed. But when they reached the door marked
FACULTY ROOM, she fell silent.
 “…What’s wrong?”
“Umm…I’ve never been very comfortable around faculty rooms…”
“Hee hee! Don’t worry, none of the teachers at this school are super teacher-
y,” Asuna whispered, laughing. She thrust the door open. “Pardon me!”
“Pardon meee.”
With two echoing greetings, Asuna strode past the line of desks. The teacher
in charge of fifth-period Japanese had been the vice principal of a middle school
until retirement, and he volunteered to go back to work when this special,
urgent education facility was arranged. He was in his late sixties but was adept
at using the various network devices around the school, and he carried an
intellectual bent that drew Asuna to like him.
She explained the situation, feeling relatively sure he would understand the
circumstances, but felt a bit nervous all the same. The white-haired, white-
bearded teacher listened with a large cup of tea in hand. When she finished the
story, he nodded.
“Yes, that’s fine. And what did you say your name was?”
“Oh, er…Yuuki. My name is Yuuki Konno,” the probe responded instantly. This
did seem to catch the teacher off guard, but his mouth crinkled into a grin soon
after.
“Miss Konno, I would be delighted if you sat in on my class. We’re about to
cover Akutagawa’s Rail Truck, and it doesn’t get good until the very end.”
“O-of course! Thank you, sir!”
Asuna thanked the teacher as well. The warning bell rang then, so she quickly
stood up and bowed, then left the faculty room. The two girls breathed a sigh of
relief. They shared a look and laughed, and Asuna rushed off to the classroom.
She was deluged with questions from her classmates as soon as she took her
seat and they noticed the strange device on her shoulder, but an explanation of
how Yuuki was in the hospital and a demonstration of its voice capabilities
helped them understand how it worked right away. At that point, the other
students started introducing themselves. Once it was finished, the bell rang
again, and the teacher walked through the door.
At the prompting of the student on daily duty, the class was called to stand
and bow—the little lens inside the probe whirred up and down—and the
elderly teacher walked over next to the front desk, stroked his beard, and
began the lesson, just like any other day.
“Ahem, please open your books to page ninety-eight, as we will be covering
Ryunosuke Akutagawa’s Rail Truck today. Akutagawa wrote this story when he
was thirty years old…”
As the teacher spoke, Asuna brought up the appropriate section of the
textbook on her tablet and held it up in front of her so Yuuki could see. But she
nearly dropped it when she heard what the teacher said next.
“Now we’re going to start this from the beginning. Would you like to read,
Miss Yuuki Konno?”
“Huh?!” Asuna blurted.
“Y-yes, sir!” Yuuki stammered at the same time. The classroom was filled with
hushed murmurs.
“Is it too hard for you?” the teacher asked. But before Asuna could speak up,
Yuuki blurted out, “I-I can read it!”
The speaker on the probe had a powerful enough amp that her voice reached
the corners of the room. Asuna stood up with a start and held the tablet up to
the lens with both hands. She twisted her head to the right and whispered,
“Yuuki…c-can you read it?”
“Of course. I’m a bookworm, believe it or not!” Yuuki retorted. She paused,
then clearly and enthusiastically began to read from the textbook: “…The
construction of the light rail between Odawara and Atami began in…”
Asuna closed her eyes as she held up the text, concentrating solely on Yuuki’s
voice as it read with rich inflection. On the screen of her mind, she could see
Yuuki, wearing the same school uniform as her, standing at the adjacent desk.
Asuna was certain that this scene would one day come true. Medical science
was making leaps and bounds by the year. In the very near future, they would
develop a solution that wiped out HIV altogether, and Yuuki would be able to
return to normal life soon after. Then they could truly walk hand-in-hand
around the school and the city. They’d stop to get fast food on the way home,
chatting about nothing in particular with burgers in their hands.
Asuna wiped her eyes with her left hand so that Yuuki couldn’t see. The other
girl was busy reading the century-old text with emotion and enthusiasm, and
the teacher did not seem inclined to stop her. The post-lunch school was silent,
as if the entire student population were listening to her read.
After that, they sat through sixth period as well, and when it was over, Asuna
took Yuuki for a tour, as she promised. What she didn’t expect was that more
than a dozen classmates would join them, each clamoring to point out this or
that to Yuuki.
Once they were alone again at last and sitting on a courtyard bench, the sky
above was already turning orange.
“Asuna…thank you so much for all of this. It was really fun…I’ll never forget
this day,” Yuuki said out of the blue, suddenly serious.
Asuna automatically responded with cheer. “What do you mean? The teacher
said you could come every day. Japanese class is third period tomorrow, so
don’t be late! More important, is there anything else you’d like to see? It can be
anywhere outside of the principal’s office.”
Yuuki giggled, then fell silent. Eventually, she offered hesitantly, “Um…there’s
one place I’d like to go.”
“Where?”
“Can it be outside of school?”
“Uh…” Asuna mumbled, thinking it over. The probe’s battery would hold out
for a while, and there was no reason she couldn’t travel with it, as long as her
phone got Wi-Fi. “Yeah, it’s fine. I can go anywhere that I get signal!”
“Really?! Then…I know it’s far, but…do you think you could take me to a place
called Tsukimidai, in the Hodogaya ward of Yokohama?”
From western Tokyo, where the school was, Asuna and Yuuki rode the Chuo,
Yamanote, and Toyoko lines on their route to Hodogaya in Yokohama.
 They limited themselves to whispers on the trains, of course, but out in the
open, Asuna freely conversed with the probe on her shoulder, unconcerned
with what anyone else thought. The neighborhood had apparently changed in
the three years that Yuuki was hospitalized, and so they stopped here and there
wherever her interest was caught, explaining this and that feature.
Given that pace, when they finally got off the train at their destination of
Hoshikawa Station, the big clock at the center of the traffic rotary outside
showed that it was after five thirty.
Asuna looked up to the sky, which was transitioning from deep red to purple,
and took a deep breath. The cold air here seemed to carry a different flavor
than what was found in Tokyo, perhaps because of the nearby rolling hills
covered in trees.
“It’s a beautiful place, Yuuki. The sky’s so clear and open here,” Asuna said
cheerfully, but the girl’s response sounded apologetic.
“Yes…I’m sorry, Asuna. I shouldn’t have forced you to come so far away…Will
you be okay with your family?”
“Just fine! I’m always late to come back home,” she replied automatically, but
in fact, Asuna hardly ever broke her evening curfew, and when it did happen,
her mother was furious. But in this case, she didn’t care how much trouble she
would be in for being out late. She would take Yuuki as far as she wanted to go,
as long as the probe’s batteries held up.
“Just let me send a quick message,” Asuna said lightly, taking out her phone.
She opened the messaging app, taking care not to shut down the connection to
the probe, and sent a message to her home computer explaining that she would
be late returning. She was certain that her mother would send an angry
message about breaking curfew, then a direct call, but if she kept her phone
connected to the Net, it would automatically send the call to voice mail.
“That should do it. So, where do you want to go, Yuuki?”
“Well, um…turn left at the station, then right at the second light…”
“Got it.”
Asuna began to walk, passing through the small shopping district outside the
station in accordance with Yuuki’s directions. With each bakery, fish market,
post office, and shrine they passed, Yuuki made a wistful comment or two. Even
into the following residential area, she was sighing and gasping at every house
with an especially big dog or any tree with beautiful stretching branches.
It was easy for Asuna to understand that this was where Yuuki once lived,
even without her saying so. No doubt the place they were heading at the
moment was—
“…When you turn up ahead, stop in front of the white house…” Yuuki directed.
Asuna noticed that her voice was faintly trembling. She turned right along a
park lined with poplars bereft of their leaves and saw a house on the left side of
the street with white tile walls.
She took a few more steps and came to a stop at the bronze front gate.
“…”
Yuuki let out a long sigh on Asuna’s shoulder. Asuna absently lifted her left
hand to trace the aluminum base of the probe with a finger as she whispered,
“This…is your home, isn’t it?”
“Yes. I didn’t think…I’d ever see it again…”
The white-walled and green-roofed house was a bit smaller than the others in
the neighborhood, but it had a larger yard. There was a wood table and bench
in the grass, and beyond that was a large flower bed surrounded by red bricks.
But the table was faded from the sun and rain, and the only thing in the
flower bed was desiccated weeds. Warm orange light poured out of the
windows of the houses on either side, but all the storm shutters were closed on
the little white house. There was no sign of life coming from it.
That was to be expected. Of the father, mother, and two daughters who once
lived here, there was only one person left—and she was sealed in a special
room, surrounded by machines on a special bed, never to leave again.
Asuna and Yuuki stared at the house in silence, its appearance lilac in the
dying light of the day. Eventually, Yuuki said, “Thank you, Asuna, for taking me
all this way…”
 “Want to go inside?” Asuna asked, even though she knew it wouldn’t look
good to anyone on the street who might see her break in. But Yuuki sent the
lens whirring left and right.
“No, this is enough. Well…let’s get going, Asuna. You’ll be late.”
“If…if you want to stay here a bit longer, I don’t mind,” Asuna said
automatically, then turned to look behind her. There was the park, bordered by
narrow streets, with hedges set in stone beds running around it.
Asuna crossed the street and sat on one of the stone retaining walls at knee
height. She turned so the probe could look right across the street at the
hibernating little house. Yuuki could see the entire place clearly.
But after a brief silence, her companion quietly said, “It wasn’t even for a year
that I lived in this house, but…I do remember each and every day so vividly. We
lived in an apartment before that, so having our own yard was just wonderful.
Mama didn’t like it because she was worried about infections, but Big Sis and I
would run around on the grass…We ate barbecue on that bench, built a
bookcase with Papa…They were fun times…”
“That’s nice. I’ve never done anything like that.”
Asuna’s house had an enormous yard, of course. But she couldn’t ever
remember playing in it with her parents or brother. She was always playing
house or drawing on her own. So she felt a longing for the family memories that
Yuuki described.
“We should have a barbecue party at your cabin on the twenty-second floor
then, Asuna.”
“Yeah! It’s a promise. We’ll get my friends, and Siune and the others…”
“Oh boy, you’d better have plenty of meat ready, then. Jun and Talken will eat
you out of house and home.”
“Really? They don’t seem the type to me.”
The girls laughed, but then returned to gazing at the home.
“Actually…this house is causing a big rift among my extended family right
now,” Yuuki admitted with a tinge of sadness.
 “A big rift…?”
“Everyone has their own ideas about what to do with it: tear it down and build
a convenience store, sell the empty lot, or rent it out. In fact, Papa’s older sister
actually came and full-dived to talk with me about it. Which is funny, because
they all avoided me in real life when they found out about my illness. She
wanted me…to write a will…”
“…”
Asuna stopped breathing.
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to complain.”
“N…no. Go ahead. You go and get it all off your chest, if you want.” She barely
managed to squeak it out, but Yuuki nonetheless made the lens nod on her
shoulder.
“Okay. So…I told her, I can’t hold a pen or press a seal in real life, so how am I
supposed to write a will? She had no idea what to say to that.” Yuuki giggled.
Asuna cracked a brave grin.
“Instead, I told her that I wanted the house to stay as it is now. Papa’s trust
has enough money to pay upkeep for about ten years. But…I don’t think it’ll
work. I think they’re going to tear it down. That’s why I wanted to see it, one
last time…”
Asuna could hear the fine servos buzzing as Yuuki zoomed in and out on
various features of the home. It seemed to her that it was the sound of Yuuki’s
memories being relived, and she felt her heart swelling to bursting, so she
decided to just say what was on her mind.
“Okay…this is what we should do.”
“Huh…?”
“You’re fifteen, right? When you’re sixteen, you’re legally allowed to get
married. Then you could have that person take care of the house for you…”
As soon as she said it, she saw the flaw. If Yuuki were in love with anyone, it
would be one of the boys in the Sleeping Knights, but they were all dealing with
fatal conditions of their own. Some of them had been given their final warning.
So getting married wouldn’t change things for the better; if anything, it would
just get more complicated. Not to mention that getting married required two
people to be on the same page…
But after a brief silence, Yuuki burst into wild laughter.
“Aha-ha-ha-ha! Asuna, you come up with some crazy ideas! I see; I never
considered that one. Hmm, maybe that’s not so bad. I bet I could try my hardest
to fill out a marriage form! But sadly, I don’t think I have anyone to marry,” she
said, still chuckling.
Asuna grimaced and said, “R-really…? You seemed to be awfully friendly with
Jun.”
“Oh, no way, not a little kid like him! Let’s see…maybe…” She paused. Her
voice grew mischievous. “Hey, Asuna…would you marry me?”
“Uh…”
“Oh, but you’ll have to be the bride and take my name. Otherwise I’d be Yuuki
Yuuki!” she said, giggling, but Asuna panicked. It was true that Japan had
followed America’s lead in engaging the same-sex-marriage debate—the topic
arose in the media a few times a year—but no serious political proposals had
emerged yet, as far as she knew.
Yuuki gleefully said, “Sorry, I’m just kidding. You already have a sweetheart of
your own. It was him, right…? The one fiddling with the camera…”
“Er…uh…yes, that’s right…”
“You oughta be careful.”
“Oh…?”
“I have a feeling that he lives somewhere apart from reality, just not in the
same way I do.”
“…”
Asuna tried to consider what Yuuki was saying, but her head was spinning too
fast to make sense of it. She rubbed her heated cheeks and glanced over at the
lens. Yuuki said kindly, “Thank you, Asuna. Really. I’m so happy to have seen my
old house again. Even if the house disappears, the memories will be here. The
happy memories of Mama, Papa, and Big Sis will always be here…”
Asuna understood that when she said “here”—it was referring not to the
place where the house was but inside of Yuuki’s heart. She nodded firmly,
sending the message that the gentle, peaceful air of the house was already
imprinted upon herself, too.
Her companion continued. “When Big Sis and I complained and cried that it
was too hard to take our medicine, Mama would always tell us about Jesus. She
said that Jesus would never put us through pain that was so hard that we
couldn’t bear it. Then Big Sis would pray with Mama, but I would still be a bit
upset. I always wanted Mama to talk to us in her own words, not the Bible’s…”
There was a brief pause. One big red star was blinking in the navy blue sky.
“But looking at the house again, I understand now. Mama was always talking
to me as herself. It just wasn’t in words…She was enveloping me in her feelings.
She was praying for me so that I would keep walking forward, straight forward,
without losing my way…I finally understand that now.”
Asuna could imagine a mother and her two daughters kneeling at the window
of the white house, praying to the starry sky. Guided by Yuuki’s quiet voice, she
felt herself putting feelings that had been lodged deep inside of her heart for
years and years into words.
“You know…I, too…haven’t heard my mother’s voice in years. We sit and talk
face-to-face, but I don’t hear her heart. My words don’t reach her, either.
Remember what you said earlier, Yuuki? There are some things you can’t get
across without confronting them. How can I do it the way you do, Yuuki? How
can I be as strong as you…?”
Perhaps they were cruel questions to ask of a girl who had lost her parents.
Normally, Asuna would have simply been agreeable and not gone to the effort.
But now, with Yuuki’s strength and gentleness coming through the probe on her
shoulder, Asuna felt the wall around her heart melting away.
Yuuki paused, answering her question haltingly. “I…I’m not strong…at all.”
“That’s not true. You’re not like me at all: You don’t base your actions on
others, you don’t shy away, you don’t fall backward. You’re just so…so natural
about everything.”
“Hmm…Actually, years ago, when I still lived in the outside world, I think I was
always playing someone else. I could tell that Papa and Mama were secretly
sorry that they had brought us into this world…So for their sake, I always had to
be bright and energetic, to show them the sickness wasn’t getting me down.
Maybe that’s why I can still only act that way in the Medicuboid. Maybe the real
me would hate and blame everything, and spend all day crying about life.”
“…Yuuki…”
“But you know what I think? I don’t care if it’s an act…Even if I’m only
pretending to be strong, I don’t mind at all, as long as it means more time that
I’m smiling. You know I don’t have much time left…I can’t help but feel that
whenever I interact with someone else, I’m wasting my time by holding back
and trying to ascertain indirectly how they feel. It would be better to just throw
myself directly at them. And if they decide they don’t like me, that’s fine. It
won’t change the fact that I was able to get very close to their heart.”
“…You’re right…It’s because of that idea that we were able to grow so close in
just a few days, Yuuki…”
“No, that wasn’t me. It was because you kept chasing, even when I ran away.
When I saw and heard you in the monitoring room yesterday, I understood
exactly how you felt about me. I knew that even after you learned about my
sickness, you would want to see me again. I was…I was so happy, I could have
cried.”
Her voice hitched for a second, and there was a pause before she proceeded
again. “So…maybe you should try talking to your mother the way you did back
then. I think that if you really try to make your feelings heard, you’ll get them
across. You’ll do fine; you’re much stronger than I am. You are. If you don’t
confront her, you won’t get your feelings across…And it was because you
confronted me with your feelings that I felt safe in letting you know everything
about me.”
“…Thanks. Thank you, Yuuki,” Asuna said, and tilted her head upward so the
tears couldn’t pool up and drip down her cheeks. The night sky, which never got
truly black in the city, was full of stars that twinkled bravely through mankind’s
light.
Back at the train station, the battery alarm on the probe beeped. Asuna made
a promise to Yuuki to take her to class again tomorrow, and then disconnected
her phone.
By the time she had finished riding all the necessary trains back and was
walking up to her home in Setagaya, it was after nine o’clock. The sound of the
door unlocking echoed especially loudly in the chilly entryway.
Asuna took a deep breath. She could still feel the weight of Yuuki sitting on
her right shoulder; she brushed it with her left hand to hold in the warmth, then
took off her shoes and quickly headed for her bedroom.
As soon as she had changed out of her uniform, she exited into the hallway
and walked to her brother Kouichirou’s room. Like her father, Kouichirou was
almost never home, but despite this assumption, she knocked anyway. There
was no response. Just as she had done on the day that SAO launched, she
opened the door without permission.
In the center of the fairly empty bedroom was a large business desk. She
found what she was looking for on the left side: the AmuSphere Kouichirou
used for attending VR meetings.
Asuna grabbed the headgear, which was quite a bit newer than hers, and took
it back to her room. She inserted a memory card with the ALO client installed on
it into a slot on the side of the unit. Once the headgear was adjusted to fit her
head, she put on Kouichirou’s AmuSphere and lay down on the bed.
After flipping on the power, the connection sequence booted up and took her
to the login space for ALO. But Asuna chose to dive into ALfheim Online not with
her usual account but a subaccount that she reserved for when she wanted to
be somebody else.
She emerged in the living room of her forest cabin on the twenty-second
floor. But this time she was not the familiar undine Asuna, but a sylph named
Erika. She checked over her outfit, removing the double daggers she kept on
her waist and stashing them in a storage chest. With that complete, she opened
the menu and hit the temporary log-out button.
 Just seconds after starting her dive, Asuna was back in her bedroom in the
real world. She took off the AmuSphere, but the blue connection light was still
blinking. This indicated that the connection to the VR world was in a suspended
state, and if she hit the power switch with it on her head, she could return to
the game without needing to log in again.
Asuna stood up with her brother’s AmuSphere in hand. Thanks to their high-
powered home Wi-Fi router, she could keep a solid connection from one end of
the house to the other. She opened the door and went back into the hallway,
descending the stairs with a heavier heart this time.
She peered into the living room and dining room, but the table was perfectly
clean already, and her mother was nowhere to be seen. Farther down, around a
turn in the hallway, light was peeking through the crack of the door at the end
of the hall: her mother’s study.
She stopped in front of the door and raised her hand, ready to knock, but
hesitated multiple times before she could go through with it. Since when had it
been so difficult for her to visit her mother’s room? The truth was, it probably
had as much to do with Asuna as it did with her mother. Her feelings weren’t
getting across because she wasn’t trying to relate them. Yuuki had helped her
realize that.
She thought she felt a small hand push her on the right shoulder, along with a
voice.
It’s all right, Asuna. I know you can do it…
Asuna nodded in agreement, sucked in a deep breath, and rapped on the
door. She heard a faint voice beckon her in. She turned the knob, pushed her
way through the doorway, and closed the door behind her.
Kyouko was sitting at her heavy teak desk, typing on the keyboard of a
desktop PC. She continued tapping away for a time, then crisply smacked the
return key and leaned back in her chair at last. When she pushed up her glasses
and looked at Asuna, there was irritation there to a degree Asuna had never
seen.
“…You came home late,” she said simply. Asuna lowered her head.
 “I’m sorry.”
“I already cleaned up dinner. If you want to eat, you’ll need to get something
out of the refrigerator. And the deadline for that transfer school I told you
about is tomorrow. Fill out that form by the morning.”
She returned to the keyboard, signaling that the conversation was over, but
Asuna had her statement ready.
“Actually, about that…I have something to say, Mother.”
“Say it, then.”
“It’s hard to explain here.”
“Then where can you explain it?”
Asuna walked up next to Kyouko rather than answering right away and
handed her what she was carrying behind her back: the suspended AmuSphere.
“It’s a VR world…I just want you to come with me somewhere.”
Kyouko’s brow furrowed with disgust the instant she caught sight of the silver
headgear. She waved her hand to say that there was no room for discussion.
“Absolutely not. I have no interest in hearing you say something that you
cannot do me the respect of saying to my face.”
“Please, Mother. I have to show you something. It will only take five
minutes…”
Normally this was the point where Asuna would apologize and leave the
scene, but this time she took a step forward, looking into Kyouko’s eyes up
close and repeating, “I’m asking you. I can’t explain to you what I’m feeling and
what I’m thinking while we’re here. Please, just this once…I want you to see my
world.”
“…”
Kyouko glared at Asuna even harder, her lips tightly pursed. A few seconds
later, she let out a long, deep breath.
“No more than five minutes. And no matter what you’re going to tell me, I will
not have you attending that school another year. When we’re done, you will fill
out that form.”
“…Yes, Mother.” Asuna obeyed, and held out the AmuSphere. Kyouko
grimaced as she touched it and awkwardly placed it on her head.
“What do I do with this, now?”
Asuna quickly readjusted the fit for her and said, “When I turn it on, it will
automatically connect you. Once you’re inside, just wait until I show up.”
Kyouko nodded her understanding and leaned back in the desk chair, and
Asuna hit the power switch on the right side of the AmuSphere. The net
connection light turned on, and the brain connection light began to blink
irregularly. All of the tension went out of Kyouko’s body.
Asuna rushed out of the study and ran up the hallway and the stairs back to
her room. She plopped onto the bed and put on her own AmuSphere. When
she touched the power switch, an array of light appeared before her eyes,
ripping her mind from the physical world.
When she materialized in the wood-themed living room as her usual Asuna
the undine, she looked around for Erika. Very quickly, she spotted the sylph girl
with the short greenish hair standing next to the tableware cabinet, looking
over her own appearance.
As Asuna approached, Erika/Kyouko glanced over her shoulder, glaring in the
exact same way that she did in real life.
“It’s all rather strange, that this unfamiliar face moves exactly the way I want
it to. Plus…” She bounced up and down on her toes. “My body feels too light.”
“Of course it does. That avatar’s body weight is less than ninety pounds. It
should feel different,” Asuna said with a grin. Kyouko glared unhappily again.
“How rude. I’m not that heavy. Speaking of which…you seem to have the
same face in here.”
“Well…yes.”
“But your real face is just a bit puffier in its outline.”
“Now who’s being rude, Mother? It’s exactly the same in every way.”
 Asuna wondered how long it had been since she had a meaningless chat like
this with her mother. She wanted to keep going for a bit longer, but Kyouko had
her arms crossed in front of her chest, and meant business.
“All right, you’re running out of time. What do you want to show me?”
“…Come this way,” Asuna said, stifling a sigh as she crossed the living room
toward the door to the little storage room that she used as an item repository.
Once Kyouko had awkwardly tottered over, she showed her to a small window
inside.
From the south-facing living room, there was a view of the large yard and the
little path that traveled over hills and bumps until it reached the beautiful lake
—a pastoral scene if there ever was one. But the only things visible from the
north-facing storage room were the thick grasses around back, a little brook,
and the close-hanging pine trees. During this season they were all covered in
snow, leaving “cold” as the only apt description for the image.
But that was exactly what Asuna wanted to show Kyouko. She threw open the
window and looked out at the deep forest.
“What do you think? Does it look familiar?”
Kyouko frowned again, then shook her head. “Familiar how? It’s just an
ordinary cedar fores…”
The words disappeared from her tongue. She stared out the window with her
mouth open, but she was looking somewhere else, not at the scene before her
eyes. At her side, Asuna whispered, “Doesn’t it remind you…of Grandma and
Grandpa’s house?”
Asuna’s maternal grandparents, Kyouko’s parents, ran a farm in the
mountains of Miyagi Prefecture. The house was in a small village nestled in a
steep valley, and the rice paddies were carved right out of the mountainside,
with no room for mechanization. It was mostly rice that they harvested, but
even that was barely enough for the single family to live on for a year.
It was thanks to the forested mountain they inherited that the family was able
to put Kyouko through college despite their humble income. The old wooden
house was built up against the foot of the mountain, and when sitting on the
back porch, the only things you could see were a small yard, a brook, and the
cedar woods beyond them.
But more than the Yuuki mansion in Kyoto, Asuna had always preferred to
visit her Grandpa and Grandma’s house in Miyagi. She would throw tantrums in
summer and winter vacation until they finally took her, so she could lie under
the same blanket as her grandparents and hear stories about the old times. She
had many memories, from eating hand-shaved ice out back in the summer, to
pickling plums with her grandmother in the fall, but what she remembered
most vividly of all was plopping under the covered table in the wintertime,
eating mandarin oranges and staring at the cedar trees through the window.
Her grandparents wondered what she found so entertaining about the
woods, but something about the way the tall black trunks split the white of the
snow in an endless pattern made her mind seem to float away. When she
looked at the trees, she felt like a baby mouse in its burrow under the snow,
waiting for spring—a strange sensation that was somehow both lonely and
warm at the same time.
Her grandparents passed away one after the other when she was in her
second year of middle school. The paddies and mountain were sold off, and
without anyone to live in it, the home was torn down.
Which was why, in this house on the twenty-second floor of Aincrad, both
physically and conceptually far removed from that little village in the mountains
of Miyagi, Asuna felt a tear-jerking sense of longing whenever she stared out of
the north window through the snowy conifers.
She understood that for her part, Kyouko did not look back on her poor rural
upbringing with fondness. But Asuna still wanted to show her mother the view
from this window—the view that she had once seen every day and was trying
desperately to forget.
At some point, they passed the predetermined five-minute mark, but Kyouko
was still gazing at the cedar trees. Asuna moved up next to her and said, “Do
you remember the Obon holiday when I was in seventh grade? The time that
you and Father and Brother went to Kyoto, but I was insistent on going to
Miyagi instead, and so I ended up traveling on my own?”
“…I do remember.”
 “Well, I went so that I could apologize to Grandpa and Grandma. So I could
apologize that you weren’t able to come visit the family grave for the holiday.”
“There was…a Yuuki family matter that I simply couldn’t be absent from…”
“No, I’m not blaming you. You see…when I apologized, they brought out a
thick album from the tea cabinet. I was amazed when I saw what was inside. It
started with your first thesis, then all of the writings you submitted to various
magazines, your interviews, all filed away. They even printed out the stuff on
the Internet and stuck in it there. And I’m sure they didn’t know the first thing
about computers…”
“…”
“As he was showing me the things in the album, Grandpa said that you were
their greatest treasure. You left the village and went to college, became a
scholar, had your articles in fancy magazines, and were making a great name for
yourself. He said you were so busy with your theses and meetings that it made
sense you couldn’t go back home for Obon to honor the dead, and they never
once were upset about it…”
Kyouko was listening to Asuna’s words in silence, staring out at the woods.
There was no expression on her face, at least from the side. But Asuna kept
pushing onward.
“And then he added, ‘There might come a time when she gets tired and
comes to a stop. She might want to turn back and see just how far she’s come.
And we’ll always be here at this house, so she can find us…We’ve been keeping
this little mountain home all this time, just so she knows that if she needs a
source of support, she’s always got a place to come back to.’”
As she spoke, Asuna saw her grandparents’ old home, which no longer
existed, in her mind’s eye. And overlapping that, she saw Yuuki’s little white
house, from just a few hours earlier. A place for the heart to return. Even if they
were physically gone, someone would always treasure them in their heart. And
for Asuna, that place was this virtual cabin in the woods.
This home, too, would probably be obliterated someday. But in the truest
sense, it would never be lost. A home wasn’t a place to hold things, it was a
word referring to the heart, feelings, way of life—the way that her
grandparents had done.
“Back then, I didn’t understand all of what he said. But recently, I feel like it
finally makes sense to me. Running and running for your own sake isn’t all there
is to life…There must be a way of life that can make someone else’s happiness
into your own happiness.”
She envisioned the faces of Kirito, Liz, Leafa, Silica, Yuuki, Siune, and the rest
of the Sleeping Knights.
“I want to lead a life where I keep smiles on the faces of everyone around me.
I want to lead a life where I can support those who are tired. And to do that, I
want to strive for my best with studies and everything else at that special school
I love so much,” she finished at last, finding her words along the way.
But Kyouko only stared at the forest, her mouth shut tight. Her deep green
eyes were looking far away, and it was impossible to gauge her true emotions at
that moment.
For several minutes, the little room was silent. Two little animals that looked
like rabbits frolicked and leaped in the snow beneath the large trees. They
distracted Asuna for a moment, and when she looked back at Kyouko, she
gasped.
A tear track was running down Kyouko’s porcelain white cheek, dripping off
her chin. Her lips budged, but no audible words came out. After a few
moments, Kyouko realized that she was crying, and hastily rubbed at her face.
“What…Why is it…? I’m not crying…”
“…You can’t hide your tears here, Mother. Nobody can stop from crying when
they feel like crying.”
“Well, that’s inconvenient,” Kyouko snapped, rubbing her eyes, then gave up
and covered her face with both hands. Eventually, faint sobs emerged. Asuna
hesitated several times, then finally reached out and placed a hand on Kyouko’s
trembling shoulder.
At breakfast the next morning, Kyouko was back to her normal self, reading
the news on her tablet. The meal proceeded in silence after the morning
greetings, and Asuna steeled herself for another demand for the transfer school
form. Instead, Kyouko glared at Asuna with slightly less danger than usual and
said, “So are you claiming that you’re prepared to support someone else for
your entire life?”
She nodded, surprised. “Y…yes.”
“But if you want to support others, you need to be stronger yourself. You
must go to college. And that means getting better marks than you have already,
in the third term and next year.”
“…Are you saying…I don’t have to…”
“What did I say? It depends on your grades. So get on it.”
With that, Kyouko got up and left the dining room. Asuna watched the door
shut behind her, then lowered her head and thanked her.
She managed to maintain a somber mood as she dressed in her uniform and
went to the door with her school bag, but as soon as she left the front gate, she
started running down the gleaming, icy street. She couldn’t keep the smile from
breaking out over her face.
She wanted to tell Kazuto that she would still be at their school for the next
year. She wanted to tell Yuuki that she’d finally had a real talk with her mother.
Asuna couldn’t keep the grin off her lips as she raced through the crowds and
toward the train station.
Three days later, as planned, they held a huge barbecue out front at the
cabin.
In addition to Kirito, Lisbeth, Klein, Leafa, and Silica—the usual suspects—
there was Yuuki, Siune, and the rest of the Sleeping Knights, and the racial
leaders Sakuya, Alicia, and Eugene and their associates. They actually had to put
together a food-hunting party to acquire enough ingredients to feed the thirty-
strong guests.
Before they raised a toast, Asuna introduced the Sleeping Knights. She did not
mention their conditions, but with Yuuki’s blessing, she explained that they
were a veteran band that traveled from VRMMO to VRMMO, engaging in a
memorable finish here in ALO before they disbanded.
The stories about the mysterious seven-man guild that defeated the twenty-
seventh-floor boss on their own and the Absolute Sword who bested more than
sixty consecutive dueling foes had spread far and wide throughout the game.
Sakuya and Eugene immediately commenced with their recruiting speeches.
Yuuki politely refused, which was a good thing—if all of the Sleeping Knights
joined a particular race’s side as mercenaries, it could overthrow the current
power balance of the nine fairy peoples. That would have a huge effect on the
current progress of the Second Grand Quest, which was ongoing at the
moment.
After the rousing toast, a storm of gluttony commenced, and Asuna ate,
drank, and spoke with Yuuki the whole while. Over the course of the party, they
decided that they should just go ahead and shoot for the twenty-eighth-floor
boss as well, and the afterparty turned into a conquering tour of the twenty-
eighth-floor labyrinth. They even piled into the top floor of the tower and
dispatched the large crustacean boss, which would be funny if it didn’t sound
like such a tall tale.
Unfortunately, the only names carved into the Monument of Swordsmen
belonged to Yuuki, Kirito, and the few others who were party leaders, but the
team made a pact to try the twenty-ninth-floor boss with just the Sleeping
Knights again, and they called it a day.
Even as they continued their adventures in Alfheim, Yuuki participated in
classes at school using the interactive probe. She visited the Kirigaya home in
Kawagoe and also made a trip to Agil’s café in Okachimachi.
Yuuki had been cautious of Kazuto at first, due to his eerie intuition, but as a
fellow swordsman, they actually got along quite well once she finally talked to
him. After that, they traded barbs over Sword Skill usage in ALO and even the
different ways that the probe could be improved in real life; at times, this got
on Asuna’s nerves. The other Sleeping Knights got right along with Leafa,
Lisbeth, and the others, and they had great fun planning big events as a group.
In February, Asuna and the Sleeping Knights defeated the twenty-ninth-floor
boss as a single party, cementing their fame within all corners of Alfheim. In the
middle of the month, there was a unified dueling tournament. Kirito blasted
through the eastern block while Yuuki dominated the western, and the final
match was broadcast on the Internet TV station MMO Stream to tremendous
fanfare.
As countless players watched breathlessly, Yuuki and Kirito delivered a
ferocious, stunning duel with endless major Sword Skills, including their own
OSSs, for more than ten minutes. When Yuuki finally dispatched Kirito with her
divine eleven-part skill, it caused a cheer that practically vibrated the entire
planet.
For defeating the legendary Kirito—even without his dual blades—Yuuki was
named the fourth champion of the dueling tournament, and the tale of the
Absolute Sword surpassed the bounds of ALO to ricochet around the Seed
Nexus.
In March, Asuna kept her promise to her mother by passing her final exams.
With the probe on her shoulder, she joined Rika, Keiko, Suguha, and phone-
based Yui on a four-day vacation to Kyoto. By this time, they had made the
probe capable of handling multiple client streams at once, so Siune, Jun, and
the others joined Yuuki in getting a tour of the city, which made the tour guide
experience quite fulfilling.
The group was allowed to stay at the Yuuki family’s vast mansion, and the
money they saved by doing this allowed them to splurge on delectable Kyoto
cooking. Unfortunately, flavor was one thing the probe could not transmit, so
they heard plenty of cheeky complaints from their remote audience. Asuna had
to promise them that she’d recreate the cooking in VR when she got back, and
paid the price with some truly humbling practice experiences in her VR cooking
program.
It all passed like a dream. Asuna and Yuuki shared a long, long journey,
through the virtual and real world. There were so many more places to go, and
Asuna believed that she would have plenty of time for all of it.
One day, close to April, a sudden cold front coming across the Sea of Okhotsk
blanketed central Japan in an unseasonal snow. The thick carpet seemed to
cover the hints of spring in the air, and the weak sunlight took its time melting
the layer of snow.
That was when Dr. Kurahashi sent Asuna a message saying that Yuuki’s
condition had taken a turn for the worse.
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As she stared at the brief message on her phone screen, Asuna repeated a
single phrase in her mind, over and over:
That can’t be.
It couldn’t be. Yuuki had been active and assertive in all of their recent
activities, and Dr. Kurahashi himself said that her brain lymphoma wasn’t
progressing. There were cases of HIV being successfully held at bay for more
than twenty years now. And Yuuki was only fifteen…She was supposed to have
so much time. This turn for the worse was just another case of opportunistic
infection, and she would survive it the way she had before, several times
already.
But another part of her knew what it meant. It was the first time the doctor
had sent her a message directly. It meant The Time had come—The Time that
she had trembled in fear of every night until she convinced herself it wasn’t
true.
Asuna froze for several seconds, trapped between two arguing voices, then
squeezed her eyes tight. She booted up her mail program, sending a short
group message to Kirito, Lisbeth, Siune, and the others of their little group of
friends. Once that was done, she changed out of her home wear and
automatically chose her school uniform to save her the trouble of picking
something out. She raced out of the front door with her shoes barely on, where
the gentle afternoon sun reflected bright and white off the remnants of snow
on the street and into her eyes.
It was two o’clock on a Sunday at the end of March. Everyone on the street
walked slowly, as if savoring the long-awaited arrival of spring. Asuna ran hard
toward the station, weaving her way around the pedestrian traffic.
Later, she couldn’t even recall checking the train times and the travel thereof.
The next thing she knew, she was racing through the gate of the station closest
to Kohoku General Hospital. It felt like the inside of her head was fogged out
with a light blur; scattered pieces of thought rose to consciousness and faded.
Hang on, Yuuki, I’m coming, she thought to herself, teeth clenched, as she
darted toward a taxi pulling around to the curb outside the station.
Her visit had already been cleared ahead of time at the front desk of the
hospital. When Asuna tensely informed the nurse of her reason for visiting, she
received a guest card at once and was told to hurry to the top floor of the
center ward.
She waited through the elevator trip, impatiently watching the number crawl
upward one at a time, then leaped out as soon as the door opened. She
practically slammed the card against the security gate sensor and resumed
running, knowing that it was terribly bad hospital manners. As she followed the
blank white corridor route by memory, the door to Yuuki’s clean room came
into view around the final turn.
And she came to a stop, her eyes bulging.
Of the two doors there, the first one was the entrance to the monitoring
room. And the one in the back with the huge warnings and caution signs was
the door to the air-sealed clean room. It had been, naturally, shut tight when
Asuna visited before, but now it was wide open. As she watched helplessly, a
nurse in completely ordinary garb quickly approached.
When she saw Asuna, the nurse nodded and whispered, “Inside, hurry,” as
she walked past. At this prompt, Asuna took several unsteady steps toward the
inner doorway.
Her eyes were stunned by the pure white of the room. The huge array of
machines that had filled it before were all pushed up against the left wall. Two
nurses and a doctor were standing next to the gel bed in the center of the
room, watching over the small figure lying on it. All three were wearing their
normal white uniforms.
As soon as she saw this, she understood. It had reached the stage of no
return. The Time had come, as was preordained many years ago, and she had
no choice but to watch it happen.
 Dr. Kurahashi looked up and recognized Asuna immediately. He beckoned her
over, and she worked her limp legs just enough to carry her into the room.
It was only a matter of feet to reach the bed, but it felt like an eternity. Asuna
struggled onward, each step carving down the distance toward cruel reality,
until she stood at the side of the gel bed.
A skinny girl lay there, covered in a white sheet up to her neck, her gaunt
chest slowly rising and falling. The EKG over her left shoulder showed a green
wave that pulsed weakly.
The rectangular Medicuboid that had covered most of her face before was
now split into two parts. The part from her ears upward was tilted backward
ninety degrees. The interior was molded into the shape of a human head, and it
nestled the face of the sleeping girl.
In real life, Yuuki was painfully emaciated and so pallid she was nearly
transparent. But something about her appearance struck Asuna as being almost
mysterious in its beauty. It made her believe that if fairies were real, they might
look like this.
She watched Yuuki in silence, until eventually Dr. Kurahashi appeared at her
side and said quietly, “Good…I’m glad you made it in time.”
Asuna didn’t want to acknowledge the phrase in time. She looked up swiftly
and angrily at the doctor, but the intelligent eyes behind his glasses were full of
nothing but sympathy. He spoke again.
“Her heart stopped temporarily, forty minutes ago. We were able to regain a
pulse with some drugs and the defibrillator, but I’m afraid that…the next time
might not…”
Asuna held her breath, then hissed through clenched teeth. But she wasn’t
able to form a complete, coherent sentence.
“Why…why is…I mean…I mean, Yuuki still…”
The doctor nodded kindly, then shook his head side to side. “As a matter of
fact, when you visited in January, this day could have happened at any time.
Between the fever from HIV wasting syndrome and the development of her
primary central nervous system lymphoma, Yuuki’s life has been hanging in the
balance. She’s been walking on thin ice. But she fought harder than we ever
thought possible these last three months. She’s been winning a fight with
desperate odds for days and days and days at a time. She’s fought harder than
she ever needed to…No, in fact…”
For the first time, his voice broke slightly.
“In fact, these fifteen years of life for Yuuki have been one long, long fight.
She’s been fighting not just against HIV…but against cruel, unfeeling reality. I’m
certain that the clinical test of the Medicuboid put her through an
immeasurable amount of pain. But…she fought through it. If it wasn’t for her,
practical usage of the Medicuboid would be at least a year behind where it is
now. So let’s allow her to be at peace…”
As he talked, Asuna sent a silent message to her friend.
You won’t let this beat you, Yuuki. I mean, you’re the Absolute Sword…The
greatest combatant alive, the girl who can cut anything in two. You won, Yuuki.
You beat the disease…and fate…
At that moment, Yuuki’s head twitched. Her pale eyelids fluttered and rose
for just a moment. The gray eyes, which were supposedly already blind, took on
a clear light and looked straight at Asuna.
Her lips, practically the same color as her skin, moved nearly imperceptibly.
Her fragile hand twitched beneath the sheet, slowly, slowly extending toward
Asuna.
His voice choked with emotion, the doctor said, “Asuna…take her hand.”
Before the words were all the way out of his mouth, she was reaching out
with both hands, enveloping Yuuki’s bony hand in hers. The cold skin squeezed
at her fingers, seeking something.
In that instant, Asuna received a revelation. She understood what Yuuki really
wanted.
Still holding the girl’s hand, Asuna looked up and quickly asked, “Doctor…can
we use the Medicuboid right now?”
“Er, well, if we power it on…But…Yuuki said that she wanted her final
moments not to be in the machine…”
“No, Yuuki wants to go back there now. I can tell. Please…let her use the
Medicuboid, Doctor.”
He stared at her for several seconds, then acquiesced. He gave a few orders
to the nurses, then grabbed the side handle of the Medicuboid and carefully
rotated the top half until it covered Yuuki’s face.
“It will take about a minute to power up…What about you?”
“I’ll use the AmuSphere in the room next door!” Asuna said, squeezing Yuuki’s
hand one last time before placing it back on the bed. She whispered a brief
reassurance and turned away.
Through the clean-room door and into the monitoring station, there was a
rear wall with a door in it. She leaped onto one of the two seats in the room
beyond that door, picked up the AmuSphere from the headrest, and placed it
on her crown. Even as she hit the switch and waited for the start-up sequence,
Asuna’s mind was already in that other world.
When she awoke in the log cabin, she jumped out the window and flew
toward the city at max speed, the same way she’d done the last time she logged
in from the hospital. As she flew, she opened her window and sent messages to
Lisbeth, Siune, and the others, who she had on standby just in case.
Upon flying through the teleport gate, she immediately called out for
Panareze. No sooner had she appeared in the lake-bound city than she buzzed
away in the direction of the little island. Toward the foot of the tree where they
first met.
It was evening in Aincrad. The setting sun shining through the outer walls lit
the lake surface gold. She followed that band of golden light to the air over the
little island, went into a steep descent, and landed on the soft grass.
There was no need to search around the tree this time. Yuuki was standing at
the exact spot where they had traded blows, what seemed like so very long ago.
The imp swordsman turned slowly, the chilly air rustling her long, dark hair.
When she saw Asuna approaching, Yuuki grinned. Asuna returned it.
 “Thank you, Asuna. I forgot one very important thing. I wanted to give you
something. So I was hoping to meet you here one last time.”
Her voice was as cheery as ever, but with just the faintest hint of a quaver.
Asuna understood that it was taking all of the energy Yuuki had left to stand
here and talk to her.
She strode over to Yuuki and said, just as brightly, “What is it? What do you
want to give me?”
“Well…Hang on, I’m going to make it now,” Yuuki said, grinning. She opened
her window and briefly fiddled with it. When it closed, she drew the sword at
her waist. The obsidian blade seemed to burn in the setting sun. She held it out
straight in front of her, facing the trunk of the tree. She paused there, stilled. It
was as if she were gathering her last bit of strength into the point of the sword.
Her side profile twisted in agony. Her upper half swayed, but her legs were
spread wide for balance, and they held firm.
She wanted to say that it was okay, that there was no need. But Asuna just bit
her lip and watched instead. A breeze rustled the grass, then stopped. That was
when Yuuki moved.
“Yaah!”
With a ripping cry, her left hand flashed. Five thrusts into the tree trunk, from
right down to left. The sword zoomed back, then thrust five more times from
left down to right. There was an explosion with each thrust, and the sky-
splitting tree shook to its core. It would have been broken in half without a
doubt, if it wasn’t designated an indestructible part of the scenery.
With ten thrusts finished, Yuuki’s body tensed again, and her blade darted at
the intersection of the two lines. Blue-purple light shot in all directions, spraying
the grass at her feet outward in a circle.
Even when the gust of wind had subsided, Yuuki stayed still, with the point of
her sword touching the trunk. Then a small, rotating crest appeared around the
point. A square piece of parchment was generated right out of the surface of
the tree, absorbing the glowing blue crest and rolling itself up tight into a scroll.
Yuuki pulled the sword away, leaving the finished scroll floating in midair. She
slowly reached out and took it.
With a faint clank, the sword dropped into the grass. Then Yuuki’s body tilted
and collapsed. Asuna rushed over and propped her up, crouching and picking up
the little body with both arms.
Asuna was startled at first to see that Yuuki’s eyes were closed, but the lids
lifted soon after. Yuuki smiled serenely and whispered, “It’s weird…I’m not in
any pain at all, but I just feel weak…”
The older girl grinned back and said, “It’s all right, you’re just tired. You’ll feel
better if you get some rest.”
“Yeah…Asuna…take this…It’s my…OSS…”
Unlike just a moment ago, her voice was halting and broken. Realizing that
Yuuki’s final refuge—that the brain that kept her consciousness attached to the
game—was losing its last bits of strength, Asuna felt a storm of emotions rip
through her heart, but she suppressed them and smiled once again.
“You’re really giving it to me…?”
“I want you…to have it…Now…open your window…”
“…Okay.”
Asuna waved her left hand to call up the menu, then opened the OSS settings
window. With the scroll trembling in her hand, Yuuki placed it against the
surface of the floating screen. The parchment vanished in a twinkle of light, and
Yuuki sighed in relief and dropped her hand. With an uneven smirk, she just
barely croaked out, “The name…of the attack…is ‘Mother’s Rosario’…I’m sure…
that it…will keep you…safe…”
At long last, the tears Asuna had been keeping at bay broke forth and spilled
on Yuuki’s chest. She never lost her smile, though, and said clearly, “Thank you,
Yuuki. I promise: If the time ever comes that I leave this world for another, I will
give this attack to someone else. Your sword…will never, ever be lost.”
“Yeah…thanks…”
Yuuki nodded. Her amethyst eyes were wet and shining.
At that moment, a number of faint vibrations—the sounds of fairy flight—
came into hearing range. They grew louder and louder, until eventually a series
of boots hit the nearby grass. Asuna looked up to see Jun, Tecchi, Talken, Nori,
and Siune approaching.
They formed a circle around Yuuki and fell to their knees. Yuuki looked at the
group and smiled with consternation. “Come on…I thought we had our…
farewell party already. You promised…not to…see me off…”
“We’re not seeing you off, we’re lighting a fire under you. We don’t want our
leader moping while she waits for us in the next world,” Jun said, smirking. He
squeezed Yuuki’s hand in his burnished gauntlets. “Don’t wander around when
you get there, just wait. We’ll be there before you know it.”
“Don’t…be silly…I’ll be mad…if you show up…too soon.”
Nori clicked her tongue to chide Yuuki and declared, “Nope! You’re totally
helpless without us around, Boss. You’ve got to be a good girl and wa…wait…”
Suddenly, Nori’s face crumpled, and tears began falling from her big black
eyes. A few sobs tore their way out of her throat.
“Don’t do this, Nori…We promised we wouldn’t cry…” Siune said with a smile,
but there were two gleaming tracks on her cheeks as well. Talken and Tecchi
joined in by grabbing Yuuki’s hands, not even trying to hide their tears.
She looked around at her friends, put on a brave, tear-streaked face, and said,
“Oh, fine…you guys…I’ll be waiting…so just…take your time…”
The six Sleeping Knights all held hands in a ritual promise of understanding
that they would meet again one day. Just as the other members of the team
were getting back to their feet, the fresh humming of more wings approached.
This time it was Kirito, Yui, Lisbeth, Leafa, and Silica. They were running over
as soon as they landed, joining the circle around Yuuki and taking turns clasping
her hands.
As she cradled Yuuki in her arms and watched the scene through blurred eyes,
Asuna noticed something odd. Even after this fresh group arrived, the buzzing
of wings did not cease. And it wasn’t one pair—it was a veritable pipe organ
medley of countless wings belonging to all the fairy races.
 Asuna, Yuuki, Siune, Lisbeth, and all the others looked up into the sky. There
they saw an especially thick ribbon stretching toward them from the direction
of Panareze.
Dozens of players were flying together in a great line. At the lead, her long
robe trailing in the air, was Lady Sakuya, leader of the sylphs. Behind her was a
retinue of her fellow people, all clad in various shades of green. Based on the
number, it had to be nearly the entire population of sylph players currently
logged in to the game.
And they weren’t just coming from the town. From all directions of circular
Aincrad, a variety of colored bands was descending toward the little island. The
red ribbon was the salamanders and the yellow was the cait siths. Imps,
gnomes, undines…battalions of player races, led by their lord and ladies, were
heading straight for the tree. There had to be at least five hundred…if not a
thousand.
Yuuki gasped in wonder from her position in Asuna’s arms. “Wow…it’s
incredible…Look at all…those fairies…”
Asuna beamed down at her and said, “I’m sorry, Yuuki. I figured you wouldn’t
like it…but I asked Liz to call for all of them to come anyway.”
“I wouldn’t like it? That’s not…true at all…But…but why so many, all at once? I
feel like…I’m dreaming…” she rasped. Meanwhile, the swarm of warriors
hovering and descending onto the island was causing a roar of sound akin to a
waterfall. The big groups, led by Sakuya, Alicia, and the other leaders gave
Asuna’s little group some breathing room as they took positions, kneeled on the
grass, and bowed their heads in respect. The tiny island was soon completely
covered by players.
Asuna stared into Yuuki’s eyes and tried to put the emotions filling her chest
into words.
“I mean…I mean…” The tears dripped again. “Yuuki…You’re the greatest
fighter to ever set foot on this world…We’ll never see another person like you
again. We can’t just let you go off feeling lonely. Everyone here is praying for
you…Praying that your new journey takes you somewhere just as wonderful as
this.”
 “…I’m so happy…So, so happy…” Yuuki said, lifting her head so she could
survey the crowd around them, then falling back against Asuna’s arms again.
She closed her eyes, her tiny chest taking several deep breaths, then opened
them to stare at Asuna with those purple eyes. She sucked in deep, and with
the last bit of her strength remaining, managed to squeeze out more words.
“I’ve…always wondered. If I were born into this world just to die…then why
do I exist at all…? I can’t create anything or provide anything…I just waste all
these fancy drugs and machines…and make things harder for the people around
me…And that just makes me feel worse…So I thought, over and over…if I’m
meant to just vanish in the end…I ought to just disappear right now…I always
wondered…why I am…alive…”
The very last drop of fuel that powered Yuuki’s life was burning up before
their eyes. The little body in Asuna’s arms grew lighter and seemingly
transparent. Her voice was so frail and halting, but the words she spoke hit
Asuna in the center of her soul like no other words ever had.
“But…you see…I think I finally…found the answer…You don’t need…a
meaning…you just live…I mean…just look at how…fulfilling my final…moment
is…Surrounded by…so many people…in the arms of…someone I love…at the end
of my…journey…”
Her words ended on a short breath. Her eyes saw through Asuna, yearning for
some place far, far away. Perhaps she really was heading for another realm—
the true isle of fairies where the souls of heroes went to rest.
Asuna couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. The drops spilled from her face
and sparkled in the light on Yuuki’s chest, but a smile rose to the girl’s lips
without prompting. Asuna nodded deeply and gave Yuuki her final message.
“I…I promise that I will see you again. In a different place, in a different world,
I will come across you again…And when I do…you can tell me what you found…”
In that moment, Yuuki’s purple eyes caught Asuna’s. For a single instant, deep
within them, there was a brilliance of unlimited life and courage, just like when
they’d first met. That light turned into two drops that overflowed, spilled down
Yuuki’s white cheeks, and vanished into a spark of light.
Her lips barely budged, forming a smile. Inside her head, Asuna heard the
voice:
I did my best to live…I lived here…
Like the last flake falling upon a pristine field of snow, Yuuki the Absolute
Sword closed her eyes.
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She felt something on the right shoulder of her uniform, and looked down to
see a single, pale pink petal stuck to the fabric.
Asuna carefully reached over and plucked it off, cupping it in her palm to get a
look. The beautiful, elliptical petal was pristine in appearance, trembling in
place as though it had something to say, until the breeze finally lifted it off her
hand to join the countless spots of white dancing in the air. She returned her
hands to her knees and looked up at the hazy spring sky again.
It was three o’clock on the first Saturday of April. The memorial service for
Yuuki, who had passed a week earlier, had just let out. The Catholic church in
the hilly region of the Hodogaya ward of Yokohama was surrounded by rows of
cherry blossom trees, which were letting their flowers drop in an apparent
send-off. But the actual service was anything but reserved. Including the aunt
who served as chief mourner, there were only four relatives of Yuuki’s in
attendance, but the number of friends in their teens or twenties numbered
easily more than a hundred. Naturally, they were almost all ALO players. After
three whole years in the hospital, her relatives must have assumed that Yuuki
had no real friends close enough to pay their respects anymore, and they were
stunned by the convoy that arrived.
After the service, the procession stuck around in the large courtyard of the
church in little groups, reminiscing about the Absolute Sword. For some reason,
Asuna didn’t feel like joining in. Instead, she found a bench around the back of
the chapel in the shade and looked up at the sky by herself.
It was very hard for her to accept that Yuuki no longer existed in this world—
not cheering through the probe on her shoulder or smiling ravenously at
Asuna’s home cooking in the forest cabin, but gone to a far-off realm, never to
return. Her tears had run dry at last, but every now and then she imagined she
heard Yuuki’s voice in a crowd, the corner of a café, or on the breeze in Alfheim,
and it never failed to make her heart skip a beat.
She was getting into the habit of thinking about life nowadays.
How many decades ago had it been that the world was shaken by the
assertion that life was nothing more than the carrier of genetic code, a mission
to reproduce one’s own information and leave it behind to thrive? From that
perspective, the HIV virus that had tortured Yuuki for all those years was a
terrific example of pure life. But the virus within her, which had run rampant
and successfully reproduced over and over, only succeeded in taking the life of
Yuuki, its host, causing itself to die as well.
Depending on your point of view, mankind had been doing the same thing for
millennia. At times, we took many lives in the search for personal gain, and our
countries sacrificed other countries for the sake of safety. Even now, as she
looked up, fighter jets taking off from Atsugi Base for some destination or
another were leaving exhaust trails in the hazy spring sky. Would the time come
that mankind destroyed the very world we lived in, just like a virus? Or would
we fall prey to a different type of intelligent life in the competition for
survival…?
Some of Yuuki’s final words still echoed in Asuna’s ears: I can’t create
anything or provide anything. In that sense, she did indeed leave the mortal
plane without leaving her own genes behind.
But, Asuna thought as she touched her uniform ribbon, inside her heart,
thanks to the briefest of encounters, Yuuki had succeeded in etching her
existence in a deep and unforgettable way. The gallant figure of the Absolute
Sword, standing brave and tall against impossible odds without backing down—
Yuuki’s very soul—was alive and breathing. It was true of all hundred-plus
youngsters here today. Even if time slowly broke down the memories bit by bit,
crystallizing what remained, it meant that something was staying behind.
That meant that life wasn’t just a genetic code written in four nucleobases,
but also contained memories, mentality, and the soul. Not in the vague
conceptual sense of a meme or imitation. One day in the future, when there
would exist a medium that could accurately, easily record the mind itself,
perhaps that would be the one big key to protect against the obliteration of the
imperfect human species…
Until that day comes, I will continue to spread Yuuki’s heart in whatever ways I
can. And when I have children, I’ll pass on the story—the story of the sparkling,
miraculous girl who fought between the borders of the real world and the
virtual, Asuna thought to herself. She slowly opened her eyes again.
She noticed a figure coming around the front corner of the building toward
her and hastily rubbed at her eyes to wipe away the tears.
It was a woman. For a moment, Asuna thought she recognized her, but the
facial features were unfamiliar. She was tall, wearing a simple black one-piece
with a shawl. She had straight black hair that fell to her shoulders, with a thin
silver necklace hanging over her chest the only accessory. She seemed to be in
her early twenties.
The woman walked straight toward Asuna, then stopped a little ways away to
bow. Asuna quickly stood and returned the courtesy. When she looked up, she
was caught off guard by the blinding white of the woman’s skin. The bloodless
look of that skin reminded Asuna of how she herself had looked when she woke
up from her long, long sleep. And now that she got a better look, the neck and
wrists were thin enough to break with a simple brush of the hand.
The woman stared at her for a while, and then her beautiful, date-shaped
eyes softened. A gentle smile appeared on her lips.
“You must be Asuna. You look just the same as over there, so I recognized you
at once,” she said, and Asuna realized who it was immediately, based on the
clammy tone of voice.
“Oh…are you…Siune?”
“Yes, that’s right. My actual name is Si-Eun Ahn. It’s nice to meet you…and
been a while.”
“It’s n-nice to meet you, too! I’m Asuna Yuuki. I suppose it’s been a week,
hasn’t it?”
Their greetings were somewhat contradictory, a phenomenon that made
them giggle when they realized it. Asuna motioned to the bench and joined Si-
Eun.
At that point, Asuna belatedly realized something. The Sleeping Knights were
supposed to be patients fighting incurable diseases, and at the terminal care
stage of treatment. Was it safe for her to be walking around outside and alone
like this?
Si-Eun perceptively sensed Asuna’s concern and nodded very slightly. “It is all
right. They finally gave me permission to venture outside this month. My
brother is here attending to me, but I asked him to wait around the front.”
“Then…you mean…your body is already…?”
“That’s right…I have acute lymphoblastic leukemia…I contracted it about
three years ago. Chemotherapy knocked it into remission…meaning that the
cancerous white blood cells disappeared from my body, but it returned last
year…After the recurrence, they said a bone marrow transplant was my only
effective treatment. But no one in my family had the right HLA match for me…
They couldn’t find a donor at the bone marrow bank, either. I made my peace
with this a long time ago and decided to live what time I have left to the fullest,
but…”
Si-Eun paused, looking up at the cherry trees over her head. A tiny whirlwind
sent up a spout of pink petals that flurried like snow.
“If a marrow transplant can’t be attempted after recurrence, they can seek
remission through a combination of drugs in what’s called salvage therapy.
They use new drugs, test drugs—anything they can come up with—so the side
effects are severe…It was so painful that I wanted to give up many times. I
wanted to tell the doctors that if there was no hope, I wanted to switch to a
treatment that would make my remaining time easier…”
When the storm of cherry petals brushed at Si-Eun’s hair, Asuna realized that
it was a wig.
“But…whenever I saw Yuuki, I remembered not to give in. She was fighting
the same suffering for fifteen years, so what was an older woman doing crying
about a measly three? At least, that’s what I told myself. Then, my medications
started waning off in February…and the doctor said that my numbers were
getting better, but I could tell that it was my time. They must have switched me
from salvage therapy to QOL. That was scary, of course…but also a relief. I had
heard about Yuuki’s condition…so I knew that I could go anywhere with her.
That no matter where we went, she would keep me safe…It’s really quite silly of
me to be so dependent on a girl much younger than me—”
“No…I understand that feeling,” Asuna interjected.
Si-Eun smiled and continued. “And yet…a week ago, the day after we said
good-bye to Yuuki, the doctor came to my hospital room…and said that I was in
full remission, meaning all of my cancerous white blood cells were gone, and I
could leave the hospital. I wondered what he meant. Was it just a temporary
leave so I could spend time with my family? I was still confused when I was
discharged from the hospital the next day. It was only yesterday that I
considered that maybe my illness was cured. It seems that one of the test drugs
worked wonders…”
Si-Eun paused and scrunched up her face into what looked like a combination
of smiling and crying. “It just doesn’t feel real yet. When your lost time is just
handed back to you, you don’t know what to do. Plus…there’s Yuuki…”
Her voice trembled, just barely. Asuna felt a lump in her throat when she
noticed there were little tears hanging in the corners of Si-Eun’s eyes.
“Is it right for me to stay behind like this…when Yuuki is waiting up ahead…?
Yuuki, and Ran, and Clovis, and Merida…We all made that promise together,
and yet…here I am…”
She seemed to have run out of words. Si-Eun dropped her head, shoulders
trembling.
Ran was probably Yuuki’s older sister, the original leader of the guild. Which
meant the other two unfamiliar names were Sleeping Knights who had already
passed away. The fact that they came together by sharing the cruelest of fates
seemed to bind them even tighter than family or lovers. Asuna wondered what
she could possibly say about something like this, but she couldn’t just stay
silent.
She reached out with her left hand and engulfed Si-Eun’s right as it gripped
the edge of the bench. Through her palm, she could feel the thin, bony fingers
and their undeniable warmth.
 “Si-Eun, I’ve been thinking lately…that life is a tool to transport and relate the
heart. For a long, long time, I was scared. I was scared to tell people my feelings
and scared to learn theirs. But Yuuki taught me that you can’t think that way.
That nothing will come about unless you reach out to touch another. I want to
tell many people about the strength Yuuki gave me. For as long as I’m alive, I
want to carry Yuuki’s heart with me, wherever I go. And…when I see her once
again, I want to return all of the heart I’ve received,” Asuna said, carefully,
haltingly finding the words as she went. She didn’t feel like she’d said even half
of what she wanted to, but Si-Eun let her head dip in understanding from its
downturned position, and she moved her other hand on top of Asuna’s.
When Si-Eun raised her head, her beautiful black eyes were wet with tears,
but there was a clear smile on her lips.
“Thank you…Asuna,” she whispered, then suddenly held out her arms and
circled them around Asuna’s back. Asuna embraced her fragile body in return.
The words continued at her ear.
“We’re all so grateful to you, Asuna. After her sister, Ran, died, Yuuki took her
place in cheering us onward and upward. We got so dependent on that…
Whenever it was tough or we felt ready to break, we all clung to Yuuki to share
in some of her strength. However—and you’ll think this is an obvious thing to
say—I was worried about her. I wondered who was keeping her heart upright.
She was always smiling and never let anyone see the pain…but there were so
many things resting on that back of hers that it made me afraid her poor heart
would collapse under the weight…And that’s when you appeared. When you
were around, Yuuki was full of so much natural enjoyment and life, it was like
watching a little bird that just remembered how to fly again. And she flew
higher and higher…until she went to a place…where we can’t reach her…”
Si-Eun stopped there for a while. On the screen within her heart, Asuna saw
Yuuki for an instant in the shape of a bird, flitting through the foreign skies of an
unfamiliar world.
They let go, and Si-Eun smiled bashfully, using a fingertip to brush away her
tears. She took a deep breath and clearly, forcefully resumed. “To tell the truth,
it’s not just me. Jun has…a very tricky form of cancer, but the drug he just
started using is working miracles on him, shrinking the tumors. We were talking
about it, saying that Yuuki was telling us it wasn’t our time to join her yet. It
seems like the full reunion of the Sleeping Knights won’t be for quite a while.”
“…Of course it won’t. And you’re supposed to be accepting me as an official
member next time.”
Asuna and Si-Eun shared a look, then a chuckle. Then they looked upward into
the pale pink sky. A gentle breeze blew past, rustling their hair. Asuna thought
of Yuuki, clutching their shoulders before she beat her wings and flew off into
the sky, and closed her eyes.
How many minutes passed? The serene silence was broken by the sound of
approaching footsteps. Asuna looked over to see a boy wearing the same color
uniform as hers—Kazuto Kirigaya—and Dr. Kurahashi, who was in black
mourning garb.
Asuna and Si-Eun stood up together and bowed in greeting. When his own
bow was finished, Kazuto said to Asuna, “So this is where you were. Are we
intruding?”
“No, it’s fine. But…did you always know Dr. Kurahashi, Kirito?”
“Well…only recently. We’ve been exchanging e-mails about that
communication probe.”
“That’s right,” Dr. Kurahashi continued. “That camera really caught my
interest. He’s been helping me brainstorm how it might be used for medical full-
dive purposes.”
“Oh, I see. Actually, speaking of which,” Asuna said, remembering something,
“what will happen to the Medicuboid tests? Is someone else going to take over
the monitor…?”
The doctor’s cheeks softened in a grin, and he said, “Actually, no, we got
more than enough data from the test. The next step is working with the
manufacturers to turn it into an actual, viable product. Perhaps Miss Ahn and
others like her will be able to use their own Medicuboids soon…”
He said this last part in Si-Eun’s direction, then looked shocked when he
realized what he was doing. “Oh, pardon me. I really should have said this first:
Congratulations on leaving the hospital, Miss Ahn. I’m certain that Yuuki is…very
happy about it all…”
Si-Eun took his outstretched hand and shook it. Next, she shook hands with
Kazuto, whom she already knew well from the game.
“Thank you. I don’t think I’ll be allowed to use the Medicuboid anymore…but
the thought of Yuuki’s data helping others who are fighting disease is…a
wonderful thing,” she said.
The doctor’s head bobbed up and down eagerly. “Yes, indeed. Yuuki’s name
will remain in history as the first person to test that machine. Along with the
external provider of the initial design…she deserves some kind of prestigious
award…”
“I don’t think that Yuuki would be very excited about something like that.
She’d complain that you can’t eat it,” Si-Eun said.
Everyone laughed. When the pleasant sound subsided, Asuna realized that
something Dr. Kurahashi said was still sticking with her. She asked him,
“Doctor…you mentioned an…external provider? Wasn’t it the medical appliance
manufacturer who designed it?”
“Ahh…w-well,” the doctor stammered, his eyes narrowing as he consulted his
memory, “the actual creation of the prototype itself was done by the
manufacturer, of course. But the base design of the ultra-high-density signal
nodes, which is the very heart of the device, was provided pro bono by an
outside source. It was a woman…a researcher at a major university overseas.
She was Japanese, though. Let’s see, her name was…”
The name Dr. Kurahashi mentioned was totally unfamiliar to Asuna. Si-Eun
had no reaction, either, but when she glanced over at Kazuto and saw the
expression on his face, Asuna’s breath caught in her throat.
His gaze was blank, the look of one who couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
His bloodless lips twitched twice, three times.
“Wh-what’s wrong, Kirito?!” she asked, but he did not answer.
Eventually, in a hoarse, cracking voice, he said, “I…I know her.”
“Huh…?”
 “I’ve…met her before…”
Kazuto looked into Asuna’s eyes. The dark pupils were breaking through the
barrier of space-time and staring into a far-off world.
“She’s the one who…took care of Heathcliff’s body while he was in-dive. She
was part of the same research team and studied full-dive capabilities with him…
So that means the true provider of the Medicuboid’s basic design was…”
“…”
Asuna couldn’t find the words, either.
It meant that, just like the Seed Nexus, the Medicuboid was the offshoot of
the seeds planted by that enigmatic figure.
Si-Eun and Dr. Kurahashi looked at them in confusion but received no answer.
All Asuna could do was follow the path of the cherry blossom petals as they fell
before her eyes.
Suddenly, she sensed a great flow in the world.
This place we call “reality” was just one individual face.
There was a greater construct made up of many, many worlds, as countless as
flower petals.
And a tremendous force that enveloped, shook, and trailed through all the
worlds was slowly coming into shape…
Asuna clutched her sides with both hands. A bracing gust of wind picked up
the falling petals, carrying them high into the distant sky.
 AFTERWORD

Hello, this is Reki Kawahara. Thank you for reading Sword Art Online 7:
Mother’s Rosary. (Please be warned that the following will contain major
spoilers for this book!)
Nearly a decade ago, before I seriously began to write, I became
acquaintances with a professional novelist and had the opportunity to chat
about writing on a number of occasions.
I am still grateful for all of that advice and encouragement, but the strongest
memory I have of everything I heard was, “Even in a novel, if you’re going to
write about someone’s misfortune, you have to know exactly why it is that
you’re writing it.”
I will admit that I have a bad habit of ignoring improbability in order to
prioritize certain plot developments—some might call it “plot convenience.” In
particular, I often saddle a character with terrible misfortune in order to provide
them direction in terms of personality or motivation. For example, Kirito, the
protagonist of the SAO series, lost his parents in an accident as a child, but I
have not revealed anything about that accident yet. In other words, in order to
give Kirito a reason to distance himself from others, I decided to kill off his
parents through the statistically improbable traffic accident death. (The same
might be said of Sachie, the heroine of the “Red-Nosed Reindeer” story in
Volume 2.)
Recognizing that this was a bad writing habit of mine, I decided that when it
came time to publish this seventh volume, I needed to do some rewriting of the
original material. This gave me a lot to think about: Just because this book has a
theme of VR technology and medical science, does that still mean that Yuuki
has to die? Could I have gone with an alternate ending? Was that conclusion
nothing more than a cheap attempt at soliciting tears from the reader?
But while I did agonize over these questions, a part of me also believes that a
story can only be written in the way it is meant to be. It’s absolutely nothing
more than an excuse, but my own habit of making light of a character’s
misfortune is part of the story; in which case, all I can do is think very hard
about all of the characters (including villains) who meet with misfortunate
events in the story. As long as the readers are able to imagine something of
what Yuuki’s fifteen years in the world gave to Asuna and the others, I couldn’t
ask for more.
My heartfelt thanks to my editor, Mr. Miki, who had to deal with my complex
and confusing holiday schedule, to my illustrator, abec, for rendering so many
new and unfamiliar characters, to my friend Vag for the medical expertise and
advice, and of course, to all you readers! Hope you stick with me throughout
2011! Thank you so much!
Reki Kawahara — January 27, 2011
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