《《SEASON ONE COMPLETED》》
Kazuto Kirigaya had finally found the tranquillity he'd longed for. With his beloved circle of dear friends, they relished a peaceful life in the real world. The days of virtual battles in Sword Art Online felt like distant...
Cid strolled through the bustling city streets, a bag brimming with an assortment of burgers swinging from his hand. With a cheeseburger clenched in his teeth, he mumbled through a mouthful, "Mitsugoshi truly created a fast food chain called MagRonalds."
He gulped it down, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. "Not that I'm one to complain."
As he continued walking, a boy with white hair and red eyes (Shō) passed by, looking around. Cid's instincts immediately kicked in, and he turned his head to look at the boy.
He started sweating slightly but managed a smirk. "That boy," he remarked.
Cid took a deep breath, calming his racing thoughts. "Alright, no need to freak out," he muttered to himself. He reached into his bag and pulled out another burger, unwrapping it with practiced ease. Taking a big bite, he savored the flavor, allowing it to distract him momentarily.
"Man, these burgers are just too good," he said with a satisfied sigh.
He glanced back at the boy with white hair and red eyes, now a bit further down the street. "Damn," Cid said, smirking, "that boy's outfit is actually pretty badass. Is he cosplaying?"
As Cid strolled further down the bustling streets, burgers in tow, he couldn't help but notice the people around him. "Hmm, NPCs seem to be evolving," he observed with a chuckle. "They're getting more detailed by the day."
He paused dramatically, his tone turning serious. "And you know what that means."
With a burger in one hand and a dramatic flair, he proclaimed, "A main storyline event is bound to happen soon!"
Later on... The sixth match of Round 4 of the God of War Festival was about to begin, and the atmosphere was electric. Kirito, clad in his academy attire, navigated through the packed arena in search of the coveted front-row seats. The stakes were high, not just for the competition but for the underlying tension of unknown forces at play.
As Kirito scanned the crowd, his keen senses heightened, he felt a subtle shift in the air. Instinctively, he knew that amidst the festival's cheers and fanfare, danger lurked. He needed to identify any potential outsiders—individuals who didn't quite fit the mold of this world.
Just as Kirito's thoughts raced, a familiar voice cut through the noise. "Kirito, my boy, come here," the voice beckoned from a nearby VIP section. The voice was deep and resonant.
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Kirito turned as he heard the familiar voice calling his name amidst the festival crowd. His gaze found Quinton, a man he had aided in a bandit skirmish a year ago. Quinton's face broke into a grin as Kirito approached, and they exchanged a hearty dap.
"Kirito, my boy, good to see you," Quinton greeted warmly. "Looks like you've been hitting the training hard. Gained a few more muscles since we last met!"
