The pair of birds spread their wings on top of the white table,
chirping morning songs.
She held out her hand. As soon as her finger traced down the
brilliant jasper, the birds took flight without a sound. They
danced up in an arc and spun off in the direction of the light.
She stood from the chair and followed them for several steps.
But before very long, the thin golden bars blocked her path. The
birds flitted through the gaps into the outside air—higher, higher,
and off into the distance…
Asuna stood in that spot for several moments, until the birds had
melted into the color of the sky, and then slowly turned on her
heel back to the chair.
The round table and chair were made of white granite, chilly
and hard. To the side was a magnificent covered bed, also pure
white. Those were the only items in the room…if you could call it
a room.
It was perfectly round, with enough space to take twenty steps
across the—you guessed it, perfectly white—tiles before reaching
the gleaming metallic bars. The space between the bars was just
wide enough that Asuna could have squeezed through if she tried,
but the system prevented her from doing so.
The intersecting golden bars stretched vertically before meshing together overhead in a dome. At the top was an enormous
ring with a frightfully large branch running through it that supported the entire massive structure. The knobby, winding bough
cut through the view above until it joined the trunk of the gigantic
tree, so large it blotted out a section of the otherwise endless sky.
Which made this room a giant golden birdcage, hanging from
the branch of an impossibly large tree—but no, that description
wasn't right. The birds who came to visit could come and go freely
between the metal bars. It was a cell designed to hold a single
prisoner: Asuna.
A fragile, elegant, beautiful, but cruel cell.
Sixty days had already passed since Asuna woke up here, but she
wasn't sure of that number. There was no way to write down the
count, so she had to remember it herself. On top of that, the game
did not run on a full twenty-four-hour clock, so even if she slept
and woke based on her body's circadian rhythm, the mornings
and nights didn't match up.
Every time she woke, she told herself what day it was, but she
was losing confidence in her number. What if she was just repeating the same day over and over? What if she'd already spent years
in here? The more she fell into the haze of confusion, the further
back in her memory slipped those precious days she'd spent with
Him.
The last moment they'd been together…
As the floating castle Aincrad had crumbled into dust and the
world melted into light and nothingness around them, Asuna had
held him close, waiting for the moment it all ended.
She'd had no fear. She'd known that she'd done what she must
and lived the life that she needed to live. She was almost happy to
die, as long as it was with him.
The light had enveloped them, their flesh disappeared, their
souls intertwined, and they had flown up, up, up…
Then his warmth was gone. In an instant, it was dark all
around. She'd reached out desperately, calling his name. But the
cruel, relentless current had grabbed her, pulling her away
through the darkness. There were intermittent flashes of light.
When she felt she was being taken somewhere unfamiliar, she'd
screamed. Eventually, a spray of rainbow light had swelled in
front of her, and she'd plunged through it—to land in this place.
The wall that supported the gothic canopy over the bed also held
a large mirror. The person she saw in it was slightly different
from before. Her face and long, chestnut-brown hair were the
same. But she was dressed in an uncomfortably sheer one-piece
white dress. There was a ribbon red as blood adorning the breast.
Her bare feet were cold against the chilly stone tiles. She had no
weapons to speak of, but there were strange transparent wings on
her back. They were closer to an insect's wings than a bird's.
At first, she thought she was in the land of the dead. But now
she knew that was not the case. There might not be a game window when she waved her hand, but this was clearly another virtual world apart from Aincrad. It was a digital prison created by a
computer. And she was being held against her will by an act of
human malice.
Which meant she could not give in. She couldn't submit and
crumble before evil. So Asuna bore the terrible loneliness and impatience that hounded her every day. Even that was becoming
more and more difficult, however. She could feel the poison of despair slowly tainting her heart.
She sat on the cold chair, folded her hands on top of the table,
and, as she always did, said a silent prayer to Him.
Hurry…Hurry and come save me, Kirito…
"That's the loveliest look on your face, Titania," the voice said,
echoing through the birdcage. "The look right before you burst
into tears. I wish I could freeze it and put it on display."
"Why don't you do it, then?" she answered, turning to face the
voice.
On the side of the cage that faced the World Tree was a small
door. A smaller branch running off the large one extended to the
door, stairs carved along its length.
A tall man was entering through that doorway.
He had wavy locks of rich golden hair, with a crown of platinum around his brow. There were wings like Asuna's on his
back, but they were more like a butterfly's than translucent. They
were as lustrous as black velvet, with brilliant emerald-green patterns running across them.
His face was so perfectly elegant that it screamed artificiality.
A shapely nose extended down from his smooth forehead, and his
long, slender eyes glimmered with the same green color of his
wings. The illusion of beauty was ruined only by the sneer plastered on his narrow lips. It was twisted and spiteful.
Asuna looked at him for an instant before turning away, as if
avoiding an unpleasant sight. She spoke flatly, without inflection
or emotion.
"You're the system admin; it's well within your power."
"Why must you be so cold, my dear Titania? Have I ever
placed my hands on you against your will?"
"Does it matter? You've locked me in here. And stop calling me
by that stupid name. I'm Asuna, Oberon…I mean, Mr. Sugou."
Asuna looked again at the face of the Fairy King Oberon, the
avatar of Nobuyuki Sugou. She did not avert her glance this time.
She gave him the full brunt of her gaze.
His mouth twisted in distaste as he spat, "How very unenchanting. In this world, I am Oberon, King of the Fairies, and you
are Titania, my queen. We are the rulers of Alfheim, the object of
envy to every player in the game. Isn't that good enough for you?
When will you open your heart to me and be my proper partner?"
"You will be waiting until the end of your days. All I feel for
you is scorn and disgust."
"How headstrong of you." He smirked with one cheek again
and then stretched out a hand to Asuna's face.
"But these days I wonder…"
She tried to turn away, but he caught her under the chin and
pulled her face straight toward him.
"…if it might be more fun just to take you by force."
Asuna's head was fixed in place as though by an unseen omnipotence. The fingers of his left hand snaked forward to touch
her. From cheek to lips, his slender fingers lingered on her skin.
The somehow slimy sensation of his otherwise-clean fingers sent
a chill down her spine.
In her disgust, she shut her eyes and clenched her teeth. After
several rubs of her lips, Oberon ran his fingers down the nape of
her neck. In time, they arrived at the red ribbon tied just over her
cleavage. He tugged ever so slightly at the end of the ribbon—
once, twice—as if enjoying her shame and fear.
"Stop," she said hoarsely, unable to bear it.
Oberon chuckled, deep in his throat, and released the ribbon.
He pulled his hand away and waggled his fingers, his voice mirthful.
"I'm only joking. I said I wouldn't take you against your will,
didn't I? You'll come around to me soon enough. It's only a mat-
ter of time."
"If that's what you think, you're truly insane."
"Ha-ha! You won't be singing that tune for long. Very soon, I
will control your emotions in the palm of my hand. Look, Titania." Oberon placed both hands on the table and leaned over it.
He swiveled his head around the birdcage, leering widely. "Can
you see them? Thousands and thousands of players, diving into
this expansive world, enjoying the game. The thing is…none of
them has any idea that the full-dive system isn't just a tool for
mere entertainment!"
Asuna's mouth clamped shut at these unexpected words.
Oberon spread his arms theatrically.
"Of course it's more than that! This game is nothing but a byproduct. The NerveGear and AmuSphere, these full-dive interfaces, focus their electron pulses into very limited regions of the
brain's sensory regions, meaning that we're only providing them
with virtual environment signals. But…what would happen if
those shackles were released?"
There was a dangerous, unhinged gleam in Oberon's wide,
emerald-green eyes. Asuna felt an instinctual fear grip her insides.
"It means we can access much more than the brain's sensory
fields. Thought, emotion, memory: We can control all of it!"
Asuna could find no response to the madness of his statement.
She had to take several breaths before any words came to her lips.
"But no…you can't get away with that…"
"Who's going to say no? Research is advancing in several
countries around the world. The problem is, what the research really needs is human subjects. After all, one must be able to put
their thoughts into words for us to understand them!"
He practically leaped from the table, cackling in high tones,
striding in circles around Asuna as he spoke.
"And there is great variety in higher brain function among individuals, which necessitates a great number of subjects. However, this is the brain we're tinkering with. One cannot snap one's
fingers and obtain human test subjects. Which means human
progress in this field has been woefully slow. But then…what
should I see when I'm watching the news but a story about ten
thousand ideal test materials!"
Asuna's skin crawled again. Finally, she could see where
Oberon was taking this.
"Mr. Kayaba was a genius, but he was also a fool. How could
he utilize that incredible potential just to create a stupid game? I
couldn't touch the SAO server itself, but it was quite easy to tamper with the router such that when the players were released, I
was able to seize a number of them before they got away."
The fairy king made a large cup with his hands, running his
tongue over them as though savoring an invisible liquid.
"Oh, how I waited for that damnable game to be beaten! I
didn't get all of them, but I did get a good three hundred, at least.
Certainly more than any real hospital or laboratory could hold.
Long live the virtual world!" he ranted, the heat of his delusions
driving him to a soliloquy of madness. She had always hated this
tendency of his.
"Thanks to you former SAO players, my research has progressed in leaps and bounds in only two months! I've embedded
brand-new artificial implants within human memory and, in
doing so, succeeded in creating a rudimentary form of direct
emotional control. How fabulous it feels to control the human
soul!"
"You can't…You won't get away with this. Father will never let
you continue such mad research."
"He will if he doesn't know a thing about it, of course. The project has been undertaken in absolute secret, with a tiny team answering directly to me. We can't commercialize it otherwise."
"Commercial…?"
"There's a major business in America eagerly awaiting our results. We're going to make a fortune selling them the research—
along with RCT itself, at some point."
"…"
"Soon I'll be a member of the Yuuki family. I'll only be a sonin-law at first, but eventually I will be the rightful heir to RCT in
name and fact. With you as my wife. So what's the harm in doing
some dress rehearsals in preparation for the big day in real life?"
Asuna stifled the shivers running up and down her back, and
then shook her head quickly but firmly.
"No…you can't. I won't let you do this. Once I get back to the
real world, I'll expose all of your wicked deeds. The world will
know."
"Oh, come now. You still don't get it? The only reason I told
you about the experiment is because you'll be forgetting everything right away. And all that will remain is your devotion to…"
Oberon stopped talking mid-sentence, his head cocked in silence. He held up his hand and opened a game window, then
spoke into it.
"I'm coming. Wait for orders." He closed the window and resumed his leer with a soft purr. "I hope my point has sunk in by
now: You are going to love and serve me with a blind, devoted
passion. But naturally, I have no desire to use your brain as my
first test subject. So I'll be praying that you are already more subservient at our next meeting, Titania."
He gave her hair one last stroke before turning to leave.
Asuna did not watch him as he strode across to the door. She
was too busy steeling her heart against the terror that his final
words commanded.
The door clanked shut heavily, and silence returned.
Suguha left the kendo club, back in her school uniform, bamboo
shinai case slung over her shoulder. The breeze through the
school's valley brushed her cheek comfortably.
It was one thirty in the afternoon, and with fifth period already
in progress, the campus was quiet. The first- and second-year students were in class, and any third-years who elected to come to
school were in special focused seminars to prepare for high
school entrance exams. Only the students with advancement recommendations already in place, like Suguha, were free to stroll
around the grounds at this hour.
She felt at ease, but Suguha didn't like coming to school just to
hang out. If she came across a classmate, there was guaranteed to
be a sardonic comment or two directed her way. But the school's
kendo club advisor was very dedicated and couldn't stand to be
out of the loop with his favorite pupil heading off to join a kendo
powerhouse high school. As a result, Suguha had been ordered to
visit the school dojo once every day.
According to him, Suguha's blade had picked up an eccentricity recently. Secretly, Suguha shrugged it off and agreed with him.
Nearly every day, she was spending at least some amount of time
in Alfheim, mixing it up in wild aerial battles without a hint of
proper form or discipline.
Fortunately, this hadn't had an effect on Suguha's ability as far
as the kendo club was concerned. Just today, she had scored two
consecutive points on the club adviser, a man in his thirties who
had once ranked highly in the national tournament himself. She
was rather proud of her victory.
Lately, she found it particularly easy to see the opponent's
strikes. When locked in battle with a powerful foe, she felt her
nerves stretching to their limit, and it was almost as though time
itself slowed down.
She thought back to her match with Kazuto a few days prior.
She had given him her best shot multiple times, and he'd evaded
every one. His reaction speed was so fast, it was almost as though
he sensed time on a different scale. It made her wonder: What if
the experiences during a full dive had some kind of effect on one's
real body upon returning…?
Suguha was idly walking toward the bicycle rack, lost in
thought, when a voice called out from the shadow of the school
building.
"…Leafa."
"Aah!"
She was so startled that she jumped back a step. It was a
scrawny boy with glasses. Those sagging, hangdog eyebrows that
he shared with Recon were even droopier than normal.
Suguha put her hand on her hip, exasperated. "Didn't I tell you
not to call me that at school?"
"S-sorry…Suguha."
"Why, you…"
She put a hand on her shinai case and took a threatening step.
He panicked, a terrified smile frozen on his face.
"S-s-sorry! I mean Kirigaya."
"…What is it, Nagata?"
"I-I have something to tell you…Can we find someplace more
comfortable to talk?"
"You can tell me here."
Shinichi Nagata slumped his shoulders, looking pathetic.
"…In fact, you already have a recommendation for high school.
What are you doing here?"
"Um, I've been here all day. I needed to tell you this, Su…Kirigaya."
"Ugh! Don't you have anything better to do with your time?"
Suguha took several more steps backward until she could sit
down on the tall edge of the flowerbed. "So, what is it?"
Nagata sat down next to her at an awkward distance and said,
"Sigurd decided we should go hunting again this afternoon. They
want to hit up an underwater cave. Plus, there won't be much
concern about salamanders there."
"I told you to text me news about hunts. Sorry…but I'm not
participating for a while."
"Huh? How come?"
"I've got to go to Alne…"
In the center of Alfheim, there was a large neutral city at the
foot of the massive World Tree. That was Alne. Not only was it
quite a long distance from Swilvane, but there were several points
along the journey that were impossible to fly over. It would take
several days to make the trip.
He stared at her in openmouthed disappointment for several
moments, then sidled closer. "Y-you mean you're still working
with that spriggan…?"
"Yeah, pretty much. I'm acting as his guide."
"W-what are you thinking, Lea—Su—Kirigaya?! Y-you can't
spend the night with that weird stranger…"
"Why are you blushing? Stop imagining me in stupid situations!"
She whacked him on the chest with her shinai case. He stared
at her with open resentment, his eyebrows at perfect forty-fivedegree angles.
"When I suggested going to Alne earlier, you totally brushed
me off…"
"Because we'd be flattened over and over if I was with you!
Anyway, that's what I'm doing, so let Sigurd and the others
know."
She hopped up, briefly waved good-bye, and took off at a trot
for the bicycle rack. His scolded-puppy look needled at her heart,
but there were already rumors floating around them at school.
She had no desire to close that distance with him.
I'm only escorting him there. That's all.
She repeated the words over and over, trying to convince herself they were true. But every time she thought of Kirito and his
mysterious black eyes, she couldn't contain her fidgeting.
Suguha quickly undid the lock on her bike, parked in the corner of the large bicycle area. She swung a leg over the seat and
took off, pedaling at a stand. The winter air was prickly on her
cheeks, but she paid it no mind. Out the back gate she went, then
raced down the steep hill without using her brakes.
I just want to fly, she told herself. The thought of another
breathless parallel flight with Kirito, at top speed, set her heart
racing.
She made it home just before two.
Kazuto's bicycle wasn't in the backyard. He must still have
been at the gym.
He'd basically recovered the build he had before the SAO Incident, but that was apparently not enough. He still felt a difference
between his real self and his virtual self.
That was natural. It was impossible to make one's body capable of the same things as a virtual avatar—but she understood
how he felt. More than a few times, Suguha had felt that urge to
fly in real life and nearly fallen off her bike.
She entered the house through the yard, tossed her kendo dogi
into the washing machine, and hit the button. Back in her bedroom upstairs, she removed her gray school uniform and skirt,
putting them back on the wall hanger.
She put her hands over her chest, feeling for her pulse. The exertion of her bike ride home should have subsided by now, but
her heart was still pounding at about ninety beats per minute.
Suguha didn't want to admit that her racing heart had nothing
to do with the exercise. She took several deep breaths, but the
more she thought about it, the faster it became.
What am I thinking? I'm only showing him the way to Alne.
Plus, I already have my big brother to think about. Wait, no, I'm
not supposed to think about him! Stupid, stupid, stupid!
Eventually this line of thought drove her to exasperation, so
she put on a baggy T-shirt and plopped onto her bed.
The AmuSphere was resting on top of her headboard. She
powered it up, put it on, and closed her eyes. One more deep
breath, and then the magic spell.
"Link start!"
After the connection phase was finished, she opened her eyes
as Leafa, fairy warrior. The vivid surroundings of the Lily of the
Valley greeted her.
There was no one in the seat across the table, of course. There
was most of an hour to go before they were scheduled to meet up.
But she had preparations to make for the journey.
Outside of the tavern, the town of Swilvane was bathed in gorgeous morning light.
A day in ALfheim Online lasted about sixteen hours, perhaps
to bring variety to those players who could only log in at a specific
time of day. Sometimes it would be the same time in game as it
was in the real world, and sometimes—such as now—it was completely off. The time readout in the menu gave both real time and
Alfheim time. It was confusing at first, but Suguha liked this system.
She zipped around from store to store and wrapped up her
shopping in time to make it back to the tavern. Just as she pushed
open the swinging door, a figure in black was materializing at the
table in the back.
Kirito blinked a few times after his login and smiled as he recognized Leafa approaching.
"Sweet, that was good timing."
"Nope, I've been here awhile already. I was just doing some errands first."
"Oh, I see. I suppose I need to get outfitted, too, huh."
"Don't worry about the usable items; I got us a healthy supply.
Oh, but—" She cast a glance at Kirito's starter equipment. "We
might want to buy you some better gear."
"Yeah, I'd love to get something better. This sword is not going
to cut it…"
"Do you have money? I can lend you some if you need it."
"Umm…"
Kirito swung his left hand to open the menu and perused it for
a moment. For some reason, he frowned.
"…Is this the money in this game? Yrd?"
"That's it. Got any?"
"Uh, actually, I do. Quite a lot."
"In that case, let's get you some gear."
"Um, okay."
Kirito stood and started examining himself all over, as though
suddenly remembering something. Finally, he peered into his
shirt pocket.
"Hey, Yui. Time to go."
The little black-haired pixie popped her sleepy face out of the
pocket and yawned widely.
Once Kirito had outfitted himself with a proper set of equipment at Leafa's favorite armory, the town was fully drenched in
the light of the morning sun.
It wasn't a fancy set of armor. Just a clothing-style top and
bottom with better defensive properties and a long coat. Most of
the time was taken up by Kirito's exacting search for the right
sword.
Every time the player who ran the store handed him a new
long sword, he'd give it a single swing and say, "Heavier." He only
finally gave in and compromised on a greatsword nearly his own
height in length. It was immensely imposing and dark, probably
meant for the giant players more commonly found in the gnome
and imp factions.
Damage in ALO was calculated only from the weapon's attack
power and the speed of the swing. This gave an advantage to
sylphs and cait siths, who had the highest agility of all the races.
So as a balancing measure, muscular players were given better
control over the massive weapons with the highest damage stats.
Even a sylph could fight with a hammer or ax with enough
work on his skills, but his strength—a fixed, hidden statistic—
would be too low to make those weapons worth using in battle.
The spriggans were among the more versatile of the in-game
races, but Kirito's body type was clearly built for speed, not
strength.
"Can you actually swing that thing?" Leafa asked, exasperated.
Kirito nodded coolly. "No problem."
She had no choice but to take his word for it. He paid the
shopkeeper's price and hoisted the massive blade onto his back.
The tip of the scabbard nearly dragged along the ground.
He's like a child playing at being a warrior, Leafa thought,
stifling a laugh.
"Well, I think we're ready to leave! Put 'er there, partner!" She
held out her right hand, and Kirito shyly returned the gesture.
"Nice working with you."
The pixie zipped out of his pocket and flew over to smack both
of their hands in celebration as she spoke.
"We can do it! To the World Tree!"
Massive sword on his back and diminutive pixie on his shoulder,
Kirito followed alongside Leafa for several minutes, until she
spotted the shining, jade-green tower ahead.
It was the Tower of Wind, the symbol of the sylph homeland.
No matter how many times Leafa saw it, she never failed to marvel at its beauty. When she gave Kirito a sidelong glance, however, the spriggan was distastefully eyeing the tower wall he'd
been so intimate with the day before. She jabbed him with an
elbow, holding back her laughter.
"Want a lesson on braking before we get flying again?"
"…Not necessary. I'm sticking to safe flying from now on," he
answered brusquely. "What's up with the tower? Are we doing
something here?"
"You'll want to use these towers for long-distance flight. The
extra altitude makes all the difference."
"Aha, I see, "he nodded. Leafa gave him a push on the back.
"Let's get going! We'll want to be out of the forest by nightfall."
"Well, I don't know the terrain at all, so show me the way."
"You're in good hands!" She tapped her chest and turned to
look beyond the tower.
The majestic silhouette of the sylph lord's mansion was clear
against the morning sun. The owner of the mansion was a female
player named Sakuya, someone Leafa had known throughout her
time playing. She thought briefly of stopping by to give her regards before leaving, but the flag bearing the sylph crest was
nowhere to be seen on the flagpole sprouting from the center of
the building's roof. It was an indication of the rare occurrence
when the master was not home for the day.
"What's up?" Kirito asked quizzically, but Leafa shook her
head. She made a mental note to send a message to Sakuya later,
then turned back to the business at hand and strode through the
door of the tower.
The ground floor of the structure was a wide, circular lobby
with a variety of shops lining the wall. In the center of the lobby
were two elevators that presumably ran on magic, sucking in and
spitting out players at regular intervals. It was early morning in
Alfheim but evening in the real world, so the milling population
was starting to grow as more people logged in.
She pulled Kirito by the arm toward the elevator on the right.
It had just descended to their level when several figures suddenly
moved into place to block their path. Just before she collided with
them, Leafa spread her wings to come to a stop.
"Hey, watch it!" she snapped instinctively, then recognized the
tall man who had stepped in her way.
He was far above the average sylph height, with rough but
masculine features. He was either very lucky or very rich to have
obtained looks like those. His body was clad in thick silver armor,
and a large broadsword hung from his waist. There was a wide
silver band around his forehead, and flowing, dark green locks
extended down to his shoulders.
The man's name was Sigurd. He was a frontline fighter in the
party Leafa had been working with for the past few weeks. She
noticed that the others he was standing with were those very
same party members. She looked around to see if Recon was
among them, but there was no sign of his characteristic goldengreen hair.
Sigurd was a power player, a constant rival with Leafa for the
title of the strongest sylph. And unlike Leafa, who avoided the
struggles for control over the sylph populace, he willingly took
part in the game's politics. The current sylph lord—elected by
popular vote monthly, with the power to set taxes and determine
their use—was Sakuya, but Sigurd was a visible figure as her
right-hand man, an ultra-active player in the community.
His vast playtime earned him skill numbers and equipment
that Leafa could never hope to match. Whenever they dueled, it
was always a protracted, painful affair in which Leafa tried to use
her superb athleticism to overcome his stalwart defense. As a
hunting partner, he was a reliable force, but his pushy, bossy personality was distasteful to Leafa, who wanted to be free to pursue
her own whims. The present arrangement was certainly a lucrative one for her, but she'd been thinking it was about time to part
ways.
Fittingly, the smile on Sigurd's face as he loomed imposingly
over her was tilted into his most imperious and haughty sneer.
This was not going to be fun, she knew.
"Hello, Sigurd," she grinned, but he did not return the pleasantry. Instead, he launched into his business with a growl.
"Are you leaving the party, Leafa?"
He was clearly in a foul mood, and she briefly thought of reassuring him that it was only going to be a brief trip to Alne and
back. But the weight of all her concerns was too much, and Leafa
found the simpler answer was to nod and own it.
"Yeah…I suppose. I've made plenty of money doing this, so I'm
going to take it easy for a bit."
"How very selfish. And you don't think that will harm the
other members?"
"Wha—? Selfish…?!"
That set her off. At the dueling tournament two months ago,
after Leafa had defeated Sigurd in a close contest, he approached
her later to admit that he was scouting her for his party. She'd
thought she made it clear to him that she had conditions: She
would only participate in the party's activities when convenient
for her, and she could leave whenever she wanted. It was supposed to be a no-strings-attached arrangement.
Sigurd raised his bushy eyebrows and continued, "You're already well known as a member of my party. If you leave us without a good reason and join another party, it shames us and ruins
our good name."
"…"
Leafa was speechless. The arrogance of such a claim…But deep
down, a part of her had known this moment was coming.
After she'd been in Sigurd's party for a while, Recon—who'd
also been admitted as her sidekick of sorts—had given her a serious warning.
He'd said it was a bad idea to get in too deep with this group.
He suspected that Sigurd hadn't scouted Leafa for her battle ability but for her intangible marketing value for his brand. Not only
that, but by recruiting the warrior who'd beaten him as a teammate—no, a subordinate—he protected himself against any loss of
prestige from that defeat.
Leafa had tried to laugh off the suggestion, but Recon persisted. In a hard-core skill-oriented MMO like ALO, female players were a rarity, which made their in-game value based more on
their pop-star status than their abilities. According to Recon, a
girl as talented and, more importantly, attractive as Leafa was
rarer than a legendary weapon, making her a desired piece of eye
candy, not to mention the target of less savory desires, which of
course he did not share, being a true friend who only wanted a
real, platonic relationship and none of those other benefits, you
can be assured.
Leafa had given him a solid blow to the liver with all of her
weight to stop him from elaborating on that particular train of
thought. Once that was taken care of, she considered his point.
First of all, she didn't get the sense that she was inspiring any
kind of celebrity treatment. On top of that, there were enough
things to keep track of in an MMORPG that she didn't feel like
complicating matters further. She'd decided to keep taking part in
Sigurd's group, and there hadn't been any major problems…until
now.
Faced with a furious Sigurd, Leafa felt the heavy, clinging web
of hassles descending upon her. The only thing she wanted from
ALO was the feeling of flight, of escape from pressure. To cast
aside her troubles and fly as far as she desired. Nothing more.
But it seemed that was a naiveté born of ignorance. Perhaps it
was just a fantasy of hers, that this virtual world where everyone
had wings would be enough to help her forget the gravity of real
life.
She thought back to the older boy from the kendo dojo who
had picked on her in elementary school. He'd been invincible
since joining the dojo, until he could no longer beat Suguha—
younger and, even worse, a girl. So he'd gathered his friends to
play a mean prank on her on the way home. That boy's mouth
had been arched in the same arrogant smile that Sigurd wore
now.
So this place is just the same…
Leafa cast her head down, devastated by frustration and disappointment. Suddenly, Kirito, who had silently melted like a
shadow behind her, spoke up.
"Companions aren't items."
"Huh…?"
Leafa spun around, wide-eyed. In the moment, she didn't understand what he meant. Sigurd growled in surprise.
"What did you say?"
Kirito stepped forward between Leafa and Sigurd, staring
down the imposing figure who stood a full head taller than him.
"Your fellow players aren't swords or pieces of armor. You can't
just lock them down in equipment slots."
"H-how dare you—!" Sigurd's face went an instant red at Kirito's direct challenge. He swiped his long cape back and placed a
threatening hand on his sword hilt.
"Miserable, trash-digging spriggan! Quit wasting your time
with scum like him, Leafa! He's likely just another renegade ex-
iled from his home territory!"
His insult was so furious that he seemed on the verge of drawing his blade at any moment. But Leafa had lost her composure
and shouted back.
"Watch your mouth! I'll have you know Kirito is my new partner!"
"What…?" A blue vein was pulsing on Sigurd's forehead as he
grunted in shock. "Leafa…are you abandoning our territory?"
Those words caused her eyes to go wide.
Players in ALO were widely separated into two groups, based
on their play style.
One of those groups was made of people like Leafa and Sigurd,
who used their race's territory as a home base, worked with others of their own kind, and paid yrd tithes to their race's government to increase the group's power within the game. The other
kind of player left the territory for neutral ground and worked
with parties of mixed races. The former looked down on the latter
for being aimless, calling them renegades—either for leaving
home of their own accord or being exiled by the lord of the territory.
Leafa felt little affiliation to the general collective of sylphs;
she stuck around because she liked Swilvane and didn't want the
disruption of pulling up her roots and leaving. But Sigurd's accusations accelerated her desire to be free of this nonsense, forcing
her to confront her inner conflict.
"Yes…that's right. I'm leaving," she said simply.
Sigurd's lips twisted to expose his clenched teeth, and he drew
his broadsword. He glared at Kirito with eyes aflame.
"I had no intention of bothering myself with the buzzing of insignificant flies, but your brazen attempt at thievery cannot be
overlooked. Surely you are prepared for the possibility of being
cut down where you stand in another race's territory…"
Kirito answered Sigurd's theatrical menace with only a shrug
of his shoulders. Leafa nearly rolled her eyes at his sheer nerve,
but she put her hand on her katana anyway, just in case she had
to attack Sigurd. The air was tense.
Suddenly, one of Sigurd's fellows piped up quietly from behind
him.
"Now's not a good time, Sig. You can't just kill an unresisting
player in public like this…"
Perhaps sensing that trouble was about to erupt, a ring of observers had formed around them. Proper duels or accusations of
spying aside, Kirito was nothing more than a simple tourist, and
an act of open aggression from Sigurd would not reflect well on
him.
Sigurd glared at Kirito, teeth gnashing, but reluctantly returned his sword to its sheath.
"Make sure you stay well out of sight out there," he shot at Kirito, before turning his attention to Leafa. "If you betray me now,
you'll rue your choice later."
"Much better than regretting my choice to stay."
"Then you ought to practice begging on your hands and knees
for when you want to come back to the fold," Sigurd menaced,
then spun around and headed for the tower's exit. His two party
members looked at Leafa as though they wanted to say something, but ultimately they gave up and ran after Sigurd.
Only when they were out of sight did Leafa let out a heavy
sigh. "I'm sorry for getting you involved in that…"
"No, I shouldn't have fanned the flames the way I did. Are you
sure about this, though? You're really leaving your territory?"
"Uhh…"
Leafa struggled to find something to say at first, then pushed
Kirito on the back without any elaboration. They made their way
through the circle of observers and hopped onto the elevator. She
hit the button for the top floor, and the large stone circle that
served as the elevator platform glowed green and shot up through
the clear glass tube.
Less than a minute later, the elevator came to a stop, and the
glass wall opened without a sound, letting in the white morning
sun and a pleasant breeze.
Leafa quickly paced out onto the observation deck on the
tower's top level. She'd been to this landing countless times, but
the open panorama in all directions never failed to make her
heart spring to life.
The sylph territory was in the southwest region of Alfheim. To
the west was a stretch of plains that abruptly met the sea, an infinite expanse of blue water. To the east was an endless forest bordered by the purple haze of a mountain range. Beyond them,
looming even larger and virtually the same shade as the sky
above, was one enormous shadow—the World Tree.
"Wow…what a view," Kirito marveled, squinting as he scanned
the horizon. "The sky's so close, I feel like I could reach out and
grab it…"
He stared out at the blue with eyes full of longing. Leafa extended her hand into the air and said, "Right? When you gaze out
at this sky, it makes everything else seem insignificant in comparison."
"…"
Kirito gave her a concerned look. She smiled back to reassure
him. "It's for the best, really. I was looking for the chance to leave
anyway. I was just too afraid to make the plunge on my own…"
"I see. But now you really burned your bridges on the way
out…"
"After his reaction, I doubt there was any peaceful way to leave
the party. I wonder," she started to mumble, mostly to herself.
"Why does everything have to come down to control-or-be-controlled? I mean, we have these wonderful wings…"
It wasn't Kirito who answered her but the pixie named Yui,
whose face was propped up on his wide jacket collar. "Humans
are very complicated things."
She spun into the air with a jingle and landed on Kirito's other
shoulder, crossing her arms and muttering, "I do not understand
the nature of humanity to make the search for the hearts of others
such a complicated process."
Leafa stared at Yui, briefly forgetting that she was only a program.
"The search for…?"
"I understand that the root cause of much human behavior is
the desire to interact with the hearts of other people. This is the
foundation of my understanding. In my case…" Yui suddenly put
a hand on Kirito's cheek and gave him a dainty kiss. "I do this. It
is a very simple and clear way to demonstrate that desire."
Leafa's eyes went wide with surprise, but Kirito laughed uneasily and flicked Yui's head.
"The human world is a bit more complex than that. If everyone
tried it, they'd cross the harassment code and get banned."
"It's a matter of sequence and style, right?"
"Please don't pick up nonsense like that, Yui."
Leafa finally found her voice and butted into the conversation.
"Th-that's quite a remarkable AI. Are all private pixies like her?"
"No, she's especially weird," Kirito remarked, picking up Yui
by the lapel and depositing her back into his shirt pocket.
"I…see. Searching for the hearts of others, huh?" she repeated,
then stretched her back out.
Leafa's personal desire was to fly as far as she could across this
world. Did this mean that underneath that exterior, she simply
needed to connect with another person? Kazuto's face suddenly
flashed through her head, and she felt her heart leap within her
chest.
Perhaps what she really wanted…was to use these fairy wings
to fly over all those obstacles in real life, until she finally reached
Kazuto's heart.
"Yeah, right…"
I'm overthinking, she told herself. I just want to fly. That's all.
"Hmm? You say something?"
"N-nothing…Let's get going, shall we?"
She cast a smile toward Kirito and looked up into the sky. The
clouds that had been glowing gold during the sunrise had dissipated by now, leaving only unbroken blue. It was going to be a
lovely day.
There was a monument on the platform called a Locator Stone
that Leafa instructed Kirito to use—it would bookmark his location so that he could return later. Once that was done, she
stretched and beat her four wings.
"All ready?"
"Yeah."
Kirito checked with the pixie in his pocket to confirm she was
ready as well, but before they could start flying…
"Leafa!"
A figure behind them was practically falling out of the elevator,
he was in such a rush. Leafa lowered herself back onto the platform.
"Oh…Recon."
"Th-this isn't right! You could have told me before you left."
"Sorry, Recon! I forgot."
He tried to pull himself together, and when he looked up at
her, it was with a serious expression on his face.
"I heard…you're leaving the party?"
"Half out of impulse, really. What are you going to do now?"
"Isn't that obvious? My sword exists only for you, Leafa…"
"Ugh, I didn't ask for that."
Recon slumped his shoulders again, but this wasn't enough to
stop him.
"Well, I'd like to go with you, of course…but there's something
weighing on my mind."
"…What's that?"
"I'm not certain of it yet…but I need to be sure. So I'm going to
stay in Sigurd's party for a bit longer. Kirito?" Now he fixed Kirito
with his most serious gaze. "She has a bad habit of jumping into
trouble. So watch out."
"Um, yeah…got it," Kirito nodded, seemingly entertained.
"And just so you know, she's my—Gack!" Leafa's boot landing
on the bridge of his foot, hard, cut him short.
"Enough out of you! I'll be in neutral for a good while, so send
me a message if anything happens!" she chattered hastily, then
spread her wings and took to the air. Leafa waved down at Recon,
who was looking up unhappily. "And make sure to keep practicing your Voluntary Flight, even while I'm gone. Also, stay away
from salamander territory! 'Bye!"
"S-stay safe, Leafa! I'll catch up to you soon!" he wailed, tears
in his eyes. I'm going to see you at school tomorrow, you dip,
Leafa thought, but she was surprised to find a touch of emotion at
the parting, and she turned away before it could develop into anything. She set her sights to the northeast and spread her wings for
a glide.
Kirito pulled up to her side within moments, clearly struggling
to hide a grin.
"Is he a real-life friend of yours?"
"…You could say that."
"Ohh?"
"…What? Is that interesting to you?"
"Just thinking that it's…nice."
Yui spoke up from Kirito's pocket. "I can understand his emotions. He likes you, Leafa. What do you think of that?"
"I-I don't care!!" she shouted, increasing her speed to hide her
embarrassment. She was used to Recon's open attitude about his
feelings, but she felt strangely self-conscious when he did it with
Kirito around.
In quick order, they had left the town and were surrounded by
the green of the forest. Leafa flipped around onto her back and
looked at the shrinking jade city.
Something like wistful longing pricked her heart when she
thought of leaving Swilvane, her in-game home for the past year,
but that pain was washed away by the excitement of a journey to
new, unfamiliar surroundings. She said a silent good-bye and
turned back over.
"Let's hurry! We can make it to that lake in a single flight!"
She pointed at the sparkling water far in the distance and beat
her wings.
Asuna simply closed her eyes and shut out the sensation of the
clinging, clammy fingertip sliding along the underside of her arm.
They were on the enormous bed in the middle of the birdcage.
Oberon was stretched out on his side, long green toga in a disheveled state around his body as he held Asuna's hand and
rubbed her skin. His handsome face was even creepier and more
loathsome than usual—he was clearly enjoying toying with her,
knowing she would be at his mercy if he chose to take her.
When Oberon had entered the cage and sprawled out on the
bed, she initially resisted his command to join him. When he
started fiddling with her arm, she nearly punched his lights out.
The only reason she swallowed her disgust and obeyed him
was the knowledge of his mercurial temper: She was afraid of him
stealing what little freedom she still possessed. In fact, it was al-
most as though he was waiting for her to resist. He would wait
until he'd drunk his fill of her displeasure, then use his system
privileges to have his way with her. At least for the moment, she
was free to walk around the inside of the cage. She had to keep it
that way…if she wanted any chance of escape.
But there were limits to what she could stand. If he touched
her body, she would put her right fist smack in the middle of his
face. Until then, she remained as still as stone, until Oberon gave
up on getting any reaction from stroking her arm. He let go and
sat up.
"Why do you have to be so headstrong?" he pouted. That voice
was the one thing about Oberon that perfectly matched her memory of Sugou, and it made her sick all over again. "It's not even
your real body. There's no lasting harm. Isn't it boring spending
all your time in here? Haven't you ever thought about just enjoying it?"
"You don't understand. Real or virtual makes no difference. At
least to me."
"Why? Because it will ruin the purity of your heart?" He
chuckled deep in his throat. "Well, I'm certainly not letting you
out of here until I've solidified my position a bit more. I think it
would be smarter of you to learn how to enjoy it while you can.
The system here is really quite deep in its simulation, didn't you
know?"
"I have no interest in that. Besides, I'm not going to be in here
forever. I have faith that he'll come for me."
"Oh? Who will? Kirito the Hero, you mean?"
Asuna's body trembled unconsciously at the name. Oberon's
leer widened as he sat up straighter. He began speaking faster
now, satisfied that he'd finally found her button and knew how to
push it.
"What was his actual name…? Kirigaya? I met him the other
day. On the other side."
"…!!"
The moment she heard that, Asuna lifted her head and looked
straight at him.
"I tell you, I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw that the hero
who beat SAO was that scrawny little boy! Or is that just what all
hard-core gamers look like?" He egged her on, delight plastered
over his face. "Where do you suppose I saw him? In your hospital
room, right next to your body. I wish you could have seen his face
when I told him I was going to marry you next month, as you lay
in your bed next to us! I've seen dogs with their favorite bones
taken away who looked less pitiful than he did. I nearly burst out
laughing!"
His body shook and gyrated with mirth as he let out odd little
gasping giggles.
"So you actually believe that little kid's going to come save
you! I'd bet good money that he doesn't have the guts to even put
a NerveGear on his head ever again! To say nothing of him ever
actually finding you here. Hey, that reminds me, I still need to
send him a wedding invitation. I'm sure he'll be there—he'll want
to see you in your wedding dress. I mean, we have to give our precious hero something to hang on to, don't we?"
Asuna lowered her head once more, turned her back on
Oberon, and faced the large mirror that hung from the bed's
canopy frame. The strength drained from her shoulders, and she
squeezed the cushions tight.
"Alas, the security cameras were off, so I didn't get a recording
of his utter disappointment. I could have brought you a video
souvenir. Maybe I'll try that next time. But for now, I'm afraid I
must take my leave, Titania. Do try to fight the loneliness until I
visit you in two days' time."
With a final chuckle, Oberon turned over and walked to the
door, his toga swaying.
Asuna watched him grow smaller in the mirror as she made a
point of sobbing. Inwardly, she screamed a silent exultation.
Kirito…Kirito is alive!
That had been her greatest concern since she'd been taken
prisoner in this new world. The possibility that she'd been sent
somewhere else while Kirito was simply gone forever had slowly
but steadily dripped its toxins over her heart, even as she told
herself it wasn't true.
But without realizing it, Oberon had just wiped that worry
clean from her mind.
For such a smart man, he could be truly stupid—he'd always
been that way. He just couldn't resist the urge to talk down to
others. He played coy in front of Asuna's parents, but Asuna and
her brother had been witness to Sugou's haughty insults on many
occasions.
This was a perfect example. If he really wanted to break
Asuna's will, he shouldn't have run his mouth about Kirito. He
should have told her he was dead.
Kirito was alive. He was back in the real world.
She repeated the words over and over to herself, savoring
them. Each time she did, the flame inside her heart grew hotter
and brighter.
If he was alive, he wouldn't turn a blind eye to what was happening. He would find this game and come for her. That meant
she couldn't just play the helpless prisoner. She had to do what-
ever she could to escape.
She faced the mirror and pretended to be grief stricken. In its
reflection, she could see Oberon turn around at the door and
glance at her to check on what she was doing.
Next to the door was a small metallic plate with twelve tiny
buttons. There was a passcode that he typed in each time to open
and close the door.
It seemed rather unnecessary to Asuna. Why not simply set
the properties of the cage such that only an admin could open the
door? But Oberon seemed to have his own exacting standards for
this place, and he did not want to betray the illusion of the game.
In here, he was the king of the fairies, the tyrant who ruled his
queen with an iron fist.
Another flaw stemming from his foolish arrogance.
Oberon lifted a hand to fiddle with the pad. He was far enough
away from Asuna that the game's distance filter blurred the details of which buttons he pressed. He knew that she couldn't tell
from there, and thus he thought his cage to be inescapable.
That much was correct—if she were looking directly at Oberon.
But he didn't have much experience with the actual details of
the virtual world that the NerveGear created. There were many
things he didn't know yet. Such as, for example, the fact that mirrors were not treated as optical effects.
Asuna was pretending to cry while squinting directly into the
mirror at close range. Oberon was crystal clear. A real mirror
would not make a distant object any clearer, no matter how close
you sat, but the game treated the surface of the mirror as a pristine reflection. The normal distance obfuscation the game's engine used was not applied to the reflection. As a result, she could
see perfectly, down to the movements of his fingertips.
She'd had this idea quite a long time ago. But until today,
there'd been no natural way for her to be next to the mirror when
he was at the door. She couldn't miss this opportunity.
8…11…3…2…9.
She repeated the buttons that pale finger touched, over and
over. The door opened, Oberon passed through it, and it shut
again with a heavy clank. Through the bars, she saw the fairy king
walk along the branch, his black-and-emerald wings waving, until
he passed out of sight.
Asuna patiently waited and waited for the metal bar pattern
painted on the floor of the birdcage by the light of the sun to
change.
She had not gained much information to this point.
This was another VRMMO much like Sword Art Online titled
ALfheim Online, and shockingly enough, it was actually in business and taking new users. Oberon (Sugou) was using the ALO
server to imprison the minds of about three hundred former SAO
players, and he was planning to use them for illegal brain experiments. That was all.
When she'd asked why he would risk the danger of running illegal experiments inside a well-known video game, he'd simply
snorted at her. "Please. Do you have any idea how much it costs
to run a system like this? Millions and millions of yen for a single
server! But this setup will allow me to further my research and let
the company make money at the same time. Two birds with one
stone!"
So it came down to profit. This worked in Asuna's favor, however. There would be no way out of a completely closed environment, but since this game was connected to people out in the real
world, she would have a chance.
She'd managed to sneak enough information out of Oberon to
know that days passed here faster than in the real world. That
meant it would be difficult to determine the real time outside, but
once again, it was Oberon himself who provided her with the
means to solve the problem.
She knew that he came to her once every other day, after work,
using a company terminal. He valued his regular schedule and
was punctual to a fault, so she was confident that his visits were
at the same time each day. That meant the smartest time to strike
was after he left for home and went to sleep.
He wouldn't have orchestrated this conspiracy all on his own,
of course. But it was clearly a criminal act. She didn't think that
the entire maintenance team of ALO was involved. It would only
be a few…and if they all reported to Nobuyuki Sugou directly,
they couldn't possibly monitor ALO all night long. No office employee could work full-night shifts every day of the week.
If she could just escape the birdcage when they weren't watching, find her way to a system console somehow, and log out…And
if that weren't possible, there must be some way to send a message to the outside. She rolled over onto her stomach, face buried
in the pillow, and simply waited for time to pass.
Leafa watched Kirito fight with half wonder, half disbelief.
They were in the air over the Ancient Forest in the northeast
stretch of sylph territory, just before the woods gave way to
rolling plains. Swilvane was far in the rearview mirror, the jade
tower well out of view by now.
Because they were deep in the neutral territory between safe
havens, the monsters were of a high level. Kirito was fighting
three Evil Glancers, giant one-eyed winged lizards. The beasts
were each as strong as the boss of the starter dungeon in the
sylph homeland.
They were quite powerful, naturally, but the real menace they
posed was in their Evil Eye ability, a magical curse attack that
temporarily reduced the victim's stats. Leafa kept her distance to
provide backup, casting a curse-nullification spell every time Kirito got hit, but she was beginning to wonder if that was even necessary.
Kirito swung his mammoth sword with berserk abandon—the
words defense and evasion did not exist in his dictionary. He devastated the lizards with his tremendous swings, and he didn't
seem to even register their long-distance tail attacks. The maelstrom of his charges often enveloped multiple lizards in a single
blow. Most frightening of all was the sheer damage every hit inflicted. There had been five Evil Glancers to start with, and in no
time at all, they were down to one, which turned tail and fled for
the trees when it fell below 20 percent HP, shrieking piteously.
Leafa held out her hand and fired a long-range homing vacuum
spell. Four or five glowing green boomerang-shaped blades converged on the lizard's body, shearing away scales. The blue reptile
burst into a cloud of polygonal shards, and their fifth battle of the
day was over just barely after it had begun.
Kirito loudly sheathed his blade and bobbed through the air
over to Leafa, who gave him a brief salute.
"Nice work."
"Thanks for the backup."
They slapped palms and smiled.
"You know what? You fight like a crazy person," Leafa remarked. Kirito scratched his head.
"Y-you think so?"
"Normally you're supposed to prioritize evasion and dart
around, but you're just hit, hit, and hit."
"Hey, it finished the battle quicker, right?"
"That might work against a group of the same monster. But if
you go up against close- and long-range foes at once, or a party of
other players, they'll snipe at you with magic."
"Can't you avoid magic?"
"There are different kinds of spells. The really heavy blasts
that fire in a straight line can be dodged if you see them coming,
but not the good homing or area-of-effect spells. If you run across
a mage using those spells, you have to keep moving at top speed
and try to time it so you don't get caught."
"Well, there was no magic in the last game I played…I've got a
lot of new stuff to learn, I guess." He scratched his head like a
child being faced with a particularly tough test question.
"I'm sure you'll pick it up in no time. You've got very good
eyes. Do you play sports or something?"
"Nope, not at all."
"Oh…well, whatever. Let's keep going."
"Yeah."
They nodded and flapped their wings. Beyond the edge of the
forest, the golden-green of the plains beckoned them, reflecting
the light of the sun in its descent.
There were no more monsters after that. They emerged from the
Ancient Forest and headed into a rocky hillscape. The mountains
were designed so that they loomed well above the flight altitude
limit, so the pair had to land in a corner of the plain that served
as the foot of the range.
Leafa skidded to a landing, boots sliding on the grass, her
arms outstretched. Oddly enough, even though it wasn't a real
part of her body, she couldn't shake the sensation that the base of
her wings was tired. A few seconds later, Kirito landed and used
the opportunity to stretch out his back.
"Heh, tired?"
"Nope, not a bit!"
"Good to hear…but as a matter of fact, we're done flying for a
while."
Kirito's eyebrows rose at Leafa's words. "Oh? Why?"
"See these mountains?" She pointed at the series of peaks
capped in white, looming over the plains. "They're taller than the
altitude limit for flying, so you have to go through a cave to get
past them. It's the trickiest part of the journey from sylph lands to
Alne—or so I hear; I've never been past this point."
"All right, then. Is the cave long?"
"Very. There's a neutral mining town inside where you can
rest, though. How are you for time, Kirito?"
He waved his left hand to check the clock in his menu and
nodded.
"Seven o'clock outside. I'm fine for now."
"Let's keep going, then. Wanna rotate out here?"
"Rotate…out?"
"It means taking turns logging out to rest. This is neutral territory, so you can't just log out immediately. Instead, by taking
turns, the person online can protect the other's empty avatar."
"Ah, got it. You can go first, Leafa."
"All right, see you in twenty minutes, then!"
She opened her window and hit the log-out button. Next came
a confirmation warning, which she accepted, and the scenery
around her flowed far, far away, until it became a single point and
disappeared.
Suguha popped awake on her bed and leaped up, almost too impatient to remove her AmuSphere. She left the room and snuck
down the stairs. Midori's magazine deadline was coming up, so
she was still at work, and Kazuto was in his room. It was silent
downstairs.
She opened the refrigerator and pulled out two bagels, sliced
ham, mustard, and a few vegetables. She sliced the bagels
quickly, spread a thin layer of mustard, and topped it with the
ham and veggies. Each bagel sandwich went on its own plate. She
then poured some milk into a pan and set it on the induction
stove before heading back up the stairs.
"Big brother, what do you want for dinner?"
There was no response. She shrugged and returned to the
kitchen, assuming he was asleep. The gently steaming milk went
into a big mug, which she carried to the living room table with the
plates of food. After a brief grace, she ate her simple dinner in
barely ninety seconds and dumped the dish into the sink before
rushing to the bathroom. Even in the virtual world, the rigors of
battle made her sweat, so she always needed to clean up and
change clothes after a long dive.
She stripped off her clothes at light speed and leaped into the
shower room, spraying the hot water directly on her head.
Midori would scold Suguha if she let the VRMMO take attention away from meals or bathing, so she made sure to schedule
any group activities before the evening. But this case was different. This journey with Kirito would last all of tomorrow, if not the
day after. Normally, Suguha was not a big fan of long-term party
play, and she balked at multiday activities, but this was different
somehow. In fact…
I'm excited about it, she told herself, shower water running
over her closed eyelids.
When she opened her eyes, they stared back at her in the mirror directly in front of her. In those black pupils she saw eagerness and just a bit of apprehension.
Suguha's stature was far from large for a kendo athlete, but
compared to Leafa the sylph, she was rather big-boned. When she
moved her shoulders, stomach, or thighs, the muscles rose to the
surface of the skin. She thought her breasts had grown quite a bit
recently, too.
She couldn't help but feel that the inescapable reality of that
body reflected her own inner conflict, so Suguha shut her eyes
tight again.
Well, it's not like I'm in love with him. I'm excited about the
new world I'm about to venture into, not the person it happens
to be with. That's all.
Those words weren't just something she tried to tell herself.
They were the honest truth.
Looking back, every day used to be that way.
The stronger she grew, the wider her range of activities. Just
flying through the sky over unfamiliar territory was a thrill. But
as she became one of the strongest sylphs in the game, along with
her knowledge came hassles. In time, she felt she was just going
through the motions. The obligation to fight for her race became
an invisible chain shackled to her wings.
The term renegade, used to refer to those who abandoned
their homeland, was an English word that could also mean
heretic. People who gave up on the duty placed on their shoulders
and were exiled in response…She'd thought of them as simple
traitors, but now she wondered if those renegades were actually
just guilty of nothing more than a sense of pride.
Her mind wandered over this topic while her hands kept busy,
scrubbing her hair and body and washing off the suds. She
grabbed a dry towel off the wall and fiddled with the wall panel
next to it. A slit on the ceiling started blustering hot air down on
her. Once her hair was mostly dry, she wrapped herself in the
large towel and ran back into the living room. She checked the
clock: Seventeen of the allotted twenty minutes had already
passed.
Suguha wrapped the other sandwich in plastic and ripped a
note off the pad. She scrawled, "Eat this if you get hungry, big
brother," and stuck it under the plate.
She flew up the stairs and slipped into a fresh outfit, crawling
onto her bed and putting on the AmuSphere, still in suspended
mode.
The connection test crawled by with agonizing slowness.
Through the rainbow ring she went at last, and the gentle breeze
of the plains tickled Leafa's nose.
"Thanks for waiting! Any monsters?" Leafa asked, rising from the
one-legged crouch that the game always started in. Kirito was
lying on the grass nearby, and he removed a green straw-like object from his mouth to speak.
"Nope, all quiet here."
"What's that?"
"I bought a bunch of them at a general store before we left.
The NPC said they were a specialty unique to Swilvane."
"I've never heard of that."
Kirito tossed the pipe to her. She caught it and put it in her
mouth, hoping a blank face would hide her fluster. The drag of air
she took tasted of sweet peppermint.
"Now it's my turn to log out. Thanks for standing guard."
"Yep, see you soon."
When he logged out, his body automatically assumed the
standby crouch. Leafa sat down next to him and gazed up at the
sky, puffing on the minty pipe, until she was startled by the tiny
fairy who wriggled her way out of the shirt pocket of Kirito's still
form.
"Pwaa! Y-you can move without your master?"
Yui nodded, hands on her little waist, as though this was obvious to anyone.
"Of course—I'm me. And he's not my master; he's my papa."
"Speaking of which, why do you call him Papa? Is that what he
set your relationship to be?"
"…Papa saved me. He said I was his child. Which makes him
my papa."
"I…see…" Leafa lied. "Do you love your papa?"
She intended it as an innocent question, but Yui fixed her with
a deadly serious gaze.
"Leafa…what does love mean?"
"Um, it means…" She trailed off and had to stop and think.
"You want to be with someone at all times. Your heart races when
you're around them…Stuff like that, I guess."
Kazuto's smile crossed her mind—and for some reason, it
overlapped with the face of the avatar kneeling next to her, eyes
closed. Leafa held her breath. When she realized that the affection for Kazuto she'd kept hidden in her heart for so long might
be happening with Kirito as well, she had to shake her head to
clear it. Yui was puzzled.
"What's the matter, Leafa?"
"N-n-nothing at all!" she yelped. The next instant—
"What's nothing?"
"Aaah!!"
Leafa literally leaped up into the air when she noticed Kirito
had raised his head.
"Well, here I am. Did anything happen?" he nonchalantly
asked the panicked Leafa, rising to his feet from the standby position. Still perched on his shoulder, Yui squeaked, "Welcome back,
Papa! I was just talking with Leafa about what it means to be in lo
—"
"I-I said it was n-nothing!" Leafa hurriedly cut her off. "Yyou're back fast; did you actually eat?" she asked Kirito to change
the subject.
"Yep. My family left some food out for me."
"That's nice. Well, let's get going. If we don't get to the mining
town before too late, it'll be a pain to log out. C'mon, we're almost
to the mouth of the cave!" she jabbered hastily, to Kirito's and
Yui's surprise. When they didn't react, she spread her wings and
beat them a few times.
"Uh, okay. Yeah, let's go," he agreed, looking hesitant. He
spread his wings, but then turned back toward the forest they'd
come from.
"…? Is something wrong?"
"I feel like…" He scanned the line of trees with a scowl and a
squint. "Someone was watching us…Are there any players nearby,
Yui?"
"No, I don't detect any signals," the pixie reported, shaking her
head. Rather than being reassured, Kirito looked even more suspicious.
"You felt it? Is there a sixth sense inside this game?" Leafa
asked. Kirito rubbed his chin.
"It's not worth just writing off…Say that someone's watching
you, for example. The system has to scan us, to read the data it
gives to him. Some folks say your brain can sense that process
happening…in theory."
"If you say so…"
"But if Yui doesn't see anyone, I guess I must have imagined
it."
"Well, it could have been a tracer," she muttered. Kirito raised
his eyebrows.
"What's that?"
"It's a tracking spell. It takes the form of a tiny familiar and
tells the caster the location of the spell's target."
"Sounds convenient. You can't get rid of them?"
"If you can spot the tracer, sure—but the higher the caster's
magic skill, the farther distance the spell will work from the target. In the wide-open outdoors like this, it would be basically impossible to stop."
"I see…Well, it might have been my mind playing tricks on me.
Let's keep going."
"Okay."
They took flight. The white mountain range loomed overhead,
as sheer as cliffs, with a yawning black cave mouth smack in the
center. Leafa beat her wings, accelerating toward the evil-looking
cave, which seemed to be emitting an ominous chill.
After a few minutes, the group was at the aperture in the rock.
Right in the center of the nearly vertical mountain face was a
square hole, as clean as if a giant had chiseled it out. It was three
or four times Leafa's height in both directions. Only up close did
it become apparent that the sides of the cave were decorated with
eerie carvings of monsters. Directly overhead, a much larger
demon head menaced all who entered.
"Does this cave have a name?" Kirito asked.
"I think it's called the Lugru Corridor—Lugru being the name
of the city down here."
"Ahh. This really reminds me of an old fantasy movie…" He
grinned.
Leafa looked at him sidelong. She bet he was talking about
that really famous trilogy, based on an even older set of books.
Kazuto had the complete collector's edition box set, and she'd
snuck it out of his room once to watch the series.
"I know the one. They go through the mountains and into an
old underground mine, where a giant demon of fire attacks them,
right? Well, you won't find any demons here."
"That's a shame."
"There are orcs, however. If you're that eager for them, I can
let you handle the fighting." Leafa turned her head and started
marching into the cave.
It was chilly inside the passage, and the light from the outside
did not penetrate far into its depths. Darkness closed in around
them. She was about to raise a hand and cast a light spell when a
thought occurred to her.
"Have you been pumping up your magic skills?" she asked Kirito.
"Uhh, if it's the starter magic I got from this race, at least,
yeah…Haven't used it much, though."
"Spriggans are good with magic for caves and dungeons and
the like. You've got to have a better light spell than my wind
magic."
"Do you know what I should use, Yui?" he asked, scratching
his head. Yui popped her head out of his pocket and took on her
best educator's tone.
"You should at least read the manual, Papa! The light spell
is…"
She enunciated the syllables of the spell clearly, one at a time.
Kirito repeated them awkwardly with his hand in the air. Soon a
pulse of pale light spread from his hand, and when it enveloped
Leafa's body, she could see much better than before. Apparently
this was not a simple source of light, but a kind of night-vision
spell that enhanced their sight in the dark.
"Wow, that's useful! You spriggans aren't half bad after all."
"Hey, that kinda hurts."
"Hee-hee! But you really should memorize the spells you have.
Even crappy spriggan magic might actually mean the difference
between life and death…once in a blue moon."
"Wow, that hurts even worse!"
They traded jabs as they descended down the twisting passage.
In time, the light from the entrance was gone from sight.
"Uhhm…Ahr-dena-r…ray…"
Kirito was poring over the glowing purple game manual, muttering the unfamiliar words of the spell to himself.
"It's not going to work if you stumble over each and every part.
Don't try to just mechanically memorize all the sounds of the
words. Learn the meaning of all the Words of Power; then it's
easy to figure out the spells based on the combinations and their
effects."