In the corner of classroom A-1.
The aroma of black tea stead in front of a beautiful nose. Black-stockinged legs crossed gracefully, every movent radiating natural elegance.
Like a witch erging from a forbidden library, the black-haired girl sipped her full, cherry-blossom-colored lips. Her long, slightly curved eyelashes fell gracefully. A calm and mysterious atmosphere
enveloped her, like a thin, hazy veil.
Many passersby couldn't help but turn and stare, their gazes fixed on her smooth and stunningly beautiful face, or lingering on her plump and firm thighs wrapped in black stockings, and the bulging,
undulating front of her uniform. That pure yet sexy allure made it hard for anyone-old or young, man or woman-to resist the instinct to admire her.
No one knew that, at this mont, the beautiful black-haired girl was on the verge of exploding with frustration.
Under the table, the tip of her small black leather boot pressed against the floor, while her raised heel trembled slightly, causing subtle ripples in the plump thigh flesh wrapped in black stockings.
Behind her mature and calm face, her teeth were clenched tightly. Pitch-black anger like a silent abyss burned in her ruby eyes, as if ready to shoot flas in a certain direction at any mont.
"Hey, stupid underclassman, do you even know I'm giving you hints... why are you still chatting over there?! Why don't you hurry up and co find in the third-year area! This is a matter of life and death, be a little sensitive!"
She shifted her hips restlessly on the chair, hoping to rush over, grab soone's collar, and yell right into his uselessly handso face, not caring if saliva sprayed onto it, just wanting to vent the unbearable
rage in her chest.
She was so angry that her chest felt like it had swollen a few sizes! Utaha's schedule today was very simple.
Since morning, when she left the flyer, she had been using her notebook to track Yuu's whereabouts, following him from afar.
Yuu went to the audio-visual room to watch a movie; Utaha waited outside.
Yuu joyfully toured the school festival with his girlfriend; Utaha rejected annoying suitors while casually passing by the stalls.
Yuu perford in the drama stage; Utaha even paid for a ticket to watch.
She was part of the applause after the piano recital earlier.
And now, to enter and scout the situation in classroom A-1, she had to wait ten minutes outside for a seat!
"What the hell, that bastard!"
Her trembling fingers from anger made the liquid in the teacup shake like an earthquake. Utaha sipped her tea twice more, trying to calm her increasingly restless mood.
What else could she do? The notebook in her hand wasn't a Future Diary; she couldn't predict Yuu's actions, only chase behind to monitor.
To warn him to be careful of the girl trying to stab his heart with a sword, Utaha had to know when Yuu would go to classroom 3-A, then rush back to the stall before he arrived and disguise herself as a fortune teller to deliver the information.
If Utaha had a choice, she wouldn't want to be a riddle-spouter either!
But the warning in the notebook made her too afraid to try other thods.
For example, getting his contact info and sending a threatening ssage... but Yuu would never believe it, and she might even get reported to the police.
Humans are pitiful creatures, only able to make choices in the absence of choices.
After all, if Utaha had even one person she could trust in this school, she wouldn't need to personally approach Yuu...
It should have been enough to observe from afar; why plunge into this bottomless pit!
"If I could go back to that sumr vacation, I'd definitely break the legs of the person who carelessly followed others. What's the point of gathering story material... Curiosity kills the cat. You never know if the person you're following is ordinary or a light novel protagonist!"
After finishing the last sip of black tea, Utaha placed the teacup on the table, exhaled slowly, then opened the notebook on the table.
"Hmph... already confessing to his girlfriends' mothers, huh? Seeing them get along so well, it must have succeeded?"
Glancing at the contents, then lifting her eyes to the seven-person seat in the back, she smirked slightly and once again labeled Yuu negatively in her heart.
This trashy man who two-tis and does it openly-no matter how talented he is, only insane and gullible girls would fall for him to the
death.
Even if they were initially fooled by his gentle and perfect self, after learning what he'd done and his unbroken ties with so many other won, a smart girl should stay away for her own safety, not willingly sacrifice her feelings and be forced to beco one of his girlfriends.
In romance novels, a plot like this would only be written by a third-rate author, making a fourth-rate book!
"Honestly, a painful love triangle is the most fitting for them...
Shaking her head and sighing, Utaha suddenly realized sothing,
and her movents froze.
Guess what-if they were influenced by sothing in him, unconsciously falling for him, willingly becoming his girlfriends, even
sacrificing so much for it?
Conspiracy theory!
Utaha shuddered in shock, rubbing her goosebump-covered arms
hard, trembling slightly.
Because if so, she could very well be the next target, her mind
controlled by the sa mysterious and terrifying thing as this
notebook, ending up tragically like those won!
No! A future like that must not happen!
"I-Is there a way to avoid it..."
Her mind raced, forcing herself to calm down while carefully
observing the movents over there.
Though confused why the two were loudly discussing cheating and holding hands under the table-a clearly visible act from behind-yet
strangely no one noticed.
But since world resets could happen to her, having magic to hide affairs might not be strange anymore?
Thinking this, Utaha unconsciously forgot her earlier worry and enthusiastically guessed how many special abilities that man had.
After all, she was a novelist; how could she not be interested in an existence beyond common sense!
Thus, after three more cups of black tea, Utaha finally waited for them to stand and pay.
"Haaah, you really made wait..."
Utaha secretly sighed in relief. Seeing the group leave the class, she stood to pay and followed from afar behind the conspicuous group,
keeping a distance that allowed her to act anyti.
At the stairs, seeing them head up without hesitation, as if with a destination, Utaha was briefly surprised, then her heart raced. "No wasted effort; you finally know to find ! Quick, don't stop, hurry to the third floor!"
And when they stepped onto the stairs to the third floor, she would turn and run, heading straight to class 3-A from the other stairs!
Utaha had everything set up there; distance and timing were in her favor. Thank goodness! Everything would finally go as planned! After waiting all morning, she was now as excited as when she learned
her novel was a bestseller.
Risking detection, Utaha quickened her pace, closing the gap, climbing up with them, separated only by a small crowd.
Her hopeful eyes followed the stairs. Three steps to the second floor,
two steps, one step... good, keep going!
(You've visited all the second-floor stalls; no way you'll visit again,
right?)
(You must be heading to the second floor now, then to the third to
find the suspicious person who deliberately dropped that flyer for you, right?)
Like a fan seeing their idol take the mic on stage, ready to cheer, Utaha stared at his back with trusting, hopeful eyes. After stepping onto the second floor, Yuu walked toward the third-floor stairs without hesitation-then passed it without looking, leading his group of friends and family toward the skybridge.
Utaha: ".."
Slowly stopping, on the stairs between the first and second floors, her
breath gradually froze, as if turned into a beautiful statue, staring
blankly at his retreating back.
If emotions could be represented by color, she might now be entirely blue-black-blue for sorrow over misplaced trust, black for deepening, near-hysterical murderous intent.
People passed on the stairs. Many noticed her expressionless face but
eyes showing deep sadness. The gloomy shadow enveloping her made sensitive n feel a slight heartache and pity.
Was she dumped by her boyfriend? Or experienced sothing
heartbreaking?
Like a scarecrow attracting birds, eyes fixed on her. Soon, soone boldly approached the beautiful, seductive girl to chat. But before he could speak, the statue suddenly revived, angrily
throwing the notebook in her hand to the floor, then stomping it hard with her long, black-stockinged legs that could make one want to lick them until broken.
Her beautiful black hair fluttered with rage.
"Bas-tard, you, idi-ot!"
After venting on the notebook for a while, Utaha took a deep breath,
ignoring the shocked and worried stares around her, picked up the undamaged notebook, dusted it off, and walked upstairs with a cold
expression.
"Hmm- Virtual Ga Research Club, it's this way, right?"
After calming down, Asuna wasn't in a hurry to find Yuu but leisurely strolled through the cultural festival toward the club building. She rembered her brother's request; looking at the ti, the world
martial arts championship should have started. Coming now was perfect to check the situation.
Of course, unless sothing unexpected, she wouldn't interfere with
the kids!
After tossing the finished food wrappers into the trash, Asuna rubbed her slightly rounded belly and sighed contentedly. Confirming the Virtual Ga Research Club's location, she walked
quickly. Though small with a tiny, remote clubroom, perhaps due to the fa of 's full-dive helt or effective virtual club promotion. When Asuna arrived, a crowd was watching; it seed the busiest
stall in the corridor.
"Co, co, just five hundred yen for one full-dive Sword Art World ga try! And for another five hundred yen, challenge the arena- defeat the champion to replace them, hold for one more round, and get a super prize specially prepared by our virtual club! Don't miss if you love gas and thrills!"
Hearing their promotion from afar, Asuna couldn't help frowning
slightly.
"Hold the arena? Isn't that a martial arts tournant? And why
charge?" Curiously, she reached the crowd's edge and said to everyone with a
gentle, polite smile: "Excuse , please make way; I have business with the club mbers."
A beautiful face and friendly attitude are the best path-openers.
Soon, Asuna erged from the crowd and entered the virtual clubroom.
Her brother, Kouichirou, lent four helts total. They used two for
trials, two for arena fights. Two LCD screens hung high on the door-facing wall, letting spectators view two ga screens. From the ID nas, they used test accounts provided by her brother. Asuna looked around, saw no issues, and nodded. Though not as formal as a ga press conference, for a small club to set up like this proved they were serious about the exhibit. However, what puzzled her was the clearly curtained arena area. Not only spectators but even onstage players couldn't see each other. With such confusion, she quickly found the virtual club president and stated her identity.
"You're Yuuki-san? Hello, I'm very grateful for your brother's help so
far."
In a slightly exaggerated old-fashioned tone, the standard otaku-looking club president pushed up his glasses and said
expressionlessly: "As thanks, may I treat you to dinner after the festival?"
As usual, Asuna smiled and replied: "Sorry, I already promised dinner
with my boyfriend."
"What a sha."
Seemingly used to rejection, the club president's expression didn't change. After learning Asuna's questions, he explained.
"We originally planned a world martial arts championship flow and got committee approval. But this morning's trial showed venue, personnel, and match system weren't as easy as imagined." "Many errors occurred, and we're lazy ga otaku. So we changed the
tournant to a simpler arena match, letting visitors play without
long matches."
"About the curtains-so female players felt unsafe with their real
bodies surrounded after helt use, so we got curtains to protect helpless players in-ga."
"Ticket fees? Didn't Yuuki-senpai tell you? Charging was his suggestion; in exchange for equipnt, we split half the stall revenue
with him... But we don't care much about money. Our main goal is letting everyone enjoy virtual gaming and participate with players everywhere!"
A glasses flash appeared; the club president shouted passionately in a
flat tone.
"I see..."
Asuna was about to give a respectful look when she saw a cute girl in
the trial area remove her helt, seemingly wanting another go.
A club mber approached. They chatted briefly; the girl took out
her phone to exchange LINE Ids.
After she left, the mber stood tall, closed his eyes, suddenly raised
his phone, and slowly turned.
Then basked in the bloody envious stares of other mbers with a proud expression.
"...That's what you call participating together?"
Asuna smiled confusedly, tilting her head at the club president.
Her eyes subtly showed disdain.
"That's just so mbers' personal behavior. Please don't associate it with the whole club."
He pushed up his glasses, expression flat and stiff, seeming confident.
But a drop of sweat slowly trickled down his forehead, like a small
animal targeted by a lion, trembling slightly.
"Fine."
Asuna sighed helplessly, not wanting to argue with a stranger. After
generally checking equipnt per her brother's instructions, she
turned and said to the club president:
"No issues, and you're maintaining the machines well. I'll tell my brother."
"Thank you."
Asuna looked up at the arena match screen. The next match would
start soon. Using special test accounts, avatars were random; only
gender choosable.
Both sides male. Left seed the club's arena champion, avatar movents skilled. Right a bit awkward-first-ti full-dive virtual
gar, still adapting.
The left didn't rush the match, approaching to patiently teach basics
like sword skill release and body movent keys.
"Though an arena match, we virtual club mbers won't yield on
ga matters."
Seeing him stare intently, the club president explained tily: "Konno dougaku is our strongest player. He's won dozens since becoming champion; no one's beaten him."
"Undefeated winner?" Asuna raised a brow, unconsciously smiling, her
challenge itch slowly igniting. "Annoying custors like that, aren't
you afraid of complaints?" "We virtual club mbers don't care about outsiders!" Saying domineering words flatly, the club president added: "Anyway,
Konno always gives good ga experiences, ensuring they play
enough before winning."
"Impressive? Only skilled people can do that."
In an admiring tone, Asuna's smile widened: "True, events like this let
us fight masters we normally can't et!"
The club president pushed up his glasses, suddenly afraid to et her
eyes.
As if her eyes shone like falling stars, carrying sword-like sharpness.
As if she suddenly changed from a gentle princess to a seasoned
warrior, sword drawn, sharpness making one instinctively back away. "Hey, can I join too?" Asuna suddenly asked, tone certain.
"...Yes,
but
queue." The club president didn't ask more, adding Asuna's na to the list.
After Konno delayed another duel and defeated three challengers,
Asuna entered behind the curtain.
Noticing, a mber asked confusedly: "President, that's
Yuuki-senpai's sister, right?"
"Yes."
"The Yuuki family princess... They developed the machine, so she's
probably better at it than us. Konno-chan won't lose, right?"
"I don't know." A cold glasses flash showed narrowed, deep eyes
beneath.
"But even Yuuki-senpai lost badly to Konno in private." That was just Konno himself, not his hospitalized sister-the possibly
strongest player in the ga... But no need to tell outsiders.
The club president pushed up his glasses, staring deeply at the left
screen avatar.
"Seriously?!" The mber's eyes widened in shock, then slight relief: "So no equipnt familiarity advantage. Pure skill, Konno-chan
should be safe..."
"Not certain." The club president pulled out his phone, quickly
searched a page, flipped the screen: "Look." "What..." The mber leaned in, voice rising in disbelief: "National high school girls' fencing champion?! This princess is that strong?" The club president took back his phone, nodding: "And probably far stronger than imagined. I sense a powerful aura from her that Konno
lacks... This match will be troubleso."
As they spoke, both avatars faced off on screen.
In the virtual world, on endless grasslands. Wind brushing the face, heel-stomping ground feedback, even
breathing, scents, tastes-all perfectly reproduced.
Entering this world again, Asuna stretched slightly but frowned
dissatisfiedly. "Random avatars like this are hard to adapt to..." Good she didn't pick male for fun; otherwise, maybe only a third of
her ability... Too-real gas have downsides.
Sighing, she turned to the one-handed swordsman across, just
standing.
"Hello, I'm Konno, arena champion." Seeming shy, he smiled slightly, not talkative but warm and friendly:
"Um, need to explain the ga?"
"No, I'm a veteran." Controlling the unfamiliar avatar, Asuna drew her
long sword from the waist, casually swinging it sideways a few tis:
"I should be more familiar with this ga than you. I ca up because
I suddenly itched to challenge, so no need to hold back."
"Eh?" Konno was clearly surprised, then realized: "Ah, you must be
Yuuki-niisan's sister..."
"Yes. Na's Asuna, nice to et you." Asuna hopped twice lightly, suddenly smiling: "Konno-san, you're
female, right? Not awkward using a male avatar?" "H-How did you know!?" Konno jumped back two steps in shock, panicking looking around as if seeking a gender leak. Asuna quickly cald her: "Just a personal feeling! How... Your stance
and sword-holding have slight differences from males. Maybe only I
notice?"
"I-I see..." Seeming relieved, Konno slowly cald, explaining softly:
"Um, to play with my sister, my Sword Art World account is male...
Just need habit. So you're amazing to notice..." "Nothing, just experience." Asuna smiled: "After the fight, add as friend? Let's duel with real avatars later; that's fun!"
"Okay..." Konno quietly withdrew her surprised gaze. Though her voice and eyes were gentle, why did it feel like the one
before her wasn't a princess but a battle maniac craving strong
opponents?
Probably not just feeling... She said she ca up itching to challenge, proving she's not just a veteran PvPer but likely very strong. That sun-like confident light in her eyes, Konno had only seen in her
sister.
"Ano..."
Holding her sword, Konno looked doubtfully: "Need ti to
adapt to this avatar?" "No, playing a bit will adapt." With a right-hand swipe, Asuna opened the ga nu, seeming
uninterested in more chat. "Let's start. To the death, half health, or one strike?"
"If veteran, to the death..." Drawing her one-handed sword, Konno
pursed lips and muttered: "Are you in a hurry? First ti eting
soone so quick to fight..."
They stood in the duel prep area. Asuna clearly heard the mutter,
smiling apologetically.
"Sorry, long ti no equal opponent. Heard from your club president
you're very strong, so a bit impatient." "Ah, I-I didn't an to bla, sorry!" Konno repeatedly bowed,
awkwardly rubbing hands in front. Luckily her male avatar was charming; otherwise, a burly man acting
shy would be visually horrifying.
"A-And I'm not that strong. At least far weaker than my sister...
"Really? That's interesting"
Noting it, Asuna skillfully opened the duel request window, casually
sending it.
"I have things after; let's finish quick!"
"Ah, understood..."
Konno accepted, held her one-handed long sword, widened stance,
took common skill prep pose.
Few openings. Asuna nodded inwardly. Not too strong was just
humility... This stance far better than veteran-claiming Yuuki-niisan since server open.
A serious opponent!
"Oh, arena matches allow skill use. Highest combo skills usable if you
can." Konno suddenly rembered, quickly reminding.
"I see, that's great."
Asuna smiled. Holding the long sword, her wrist-supposed to thrust
basically-twisted, slowly tilting her body. "But then, no wonder you keep winning. Avatar advantage, skill
proficiency, arena chanics familiarity... Let alone full-dive newbies,
even general testers probably can't beat you here, right?"
"Um, that..." Konno bit her lip, seeming intimidated but staring
seriously: "Anyway, matches require full power. Any dirty trick must
be used. One exploiting all conditions to win is the true winner..."
Asuna smiled casually.
"Relax, I'm not blaming; I'm even happy!" The big countdown above nearly ended. She casually gripped the hilt,
slowly raising the long sword tip, upper body lowering, ready to
charge.
"-!?"
As if locked by an invisible cone, face-brushing wind turned sharp
knives.
Konno's pupils sharply contracted, unconsciously releasing usual
sword pose, taking full-power stance like against her sister. Heart-squeezing pressure; a mont's lapse and chest pierced-but
how?!
The Yuuki family princess across was this strong...
"So, careful! To win, I won't hold back either!"
Countdown hung between them.
Three...
Two...
One.
"Here we go!"
As words fell, duel officially began.
*CLANG-*
One-handed sword glowed with tily skill. But before Konno stepped toward opponent, her wide shocked black eyes slowly filled
with sharp, cold light lines.
So fast!?
Like a teor, ground-parallel, distant to close in a blink, as if
transcending ti.
Raising dust and storm along the way, rcilessly piercing her body.
Seeing the ga screen, the club president and mber fell silent,
expressions emotionless alike.
After a mont, the mber finally spoke.
"President, what was that?" "RECT princess, Yuuki-san, national high school girls' fencing
champion."
"Then?"
"Random avatar, beginner long sword, no skill restrictions."
"Besides?" "Straight thrust faster than teor, then massacred on knockdown
like slaughter, no counter chance, post-duel refreshingly happy
expression."
The mber turned, staring feelingly at the president's
glasses-hidden eyes.
"President, stop; let's retire from gaming."
The club president pushed up trembling fingers' glasses, flat tone
carrying strong resolve: "Calm; such a monster won't have a second...
or third!"
As he finished, the upper screen showed disconnect. The monster
stretched and exited the curtain, looking refreshed. "Haa- Thrilling; if slower, trouble if she countered..."
Club president and mber: "." Duel under ten seconds, utterly crushed their strongest, no
retaliation. Still daring thrilling and trouble? Such a mocker-if not beautiful, they'd real-world fight to teach...
Wait, still couldn't beat her real-world.
Fine, forget it.
"What? Do I look weird?"
Asuna blinked, seeming to understand, awkwardly scratching cheek:
"True, movents not standard. I know, but what to do! Not my
avatar, weapon not usual. Max output seventy to eighty percent."
Numb and
speechless, the club president and mber stayed silent,
letting the girl before them brag like the world's richest saying he money-making.
doesn't know
The other curtain suddenly opened; a bob-haired, glasses-wearing,
pale, thin girl shyly walked out.
"Konno-san?"
Seeing her, Asuna imdiately smiled gently, about to greet.
"Yii!" The girl weakly scread, body flashing, hiding behind the
curtain
again.
Asuna
kept raised hand, awkwardly frozen.
After a while, she slowly turned, cheeks twitching slightly, smile very
strange.
"A-Am I that scary?"
Both nodded seriously.
Smile fading, Asuna narrowed eyes.
Both quickly shook heads, final survival struggle.
Asuna
tiredly sighed, no intent to pursue-the ga done, brother's
task complete. Ti to find Yuu.
"Then, hope your stall succeeds more. I have other business; bye~"
Smoothing her long, smooth brown hair, Asuna casually waved,
walking to the door.
But two steps in, a soft voice from behind. "U-Um, you won the arena; won't you defend... There's a prize...
Asuna half-turned, indifferently smiling: "No need; I don't know
controlling power for others' ga experience. Better Konno-san as
champion-"
Before finishing, a familiar voice from the outside crowd. "I'm just helping a friend check the stall. You don't all need to co
in..."
Yuu turned
slightly
resignedly.
Now, not just his sister and two girlfriends, but even the two mothers
and one older sister followed.
He thought after chatting and eating, everyone might disperse. He'd
stated other business, couldn't accompany the mothers around the
festival.
But unexpectedly, they followed, noisily walking with him from school
building skybridge deep into club building.
Not that after dating permission from mothers, he rushed to ditch
them for dates with their daughters...
Just, Mama Yuigahama manageable, but Saori in kimono. Walking
before Yukinoshita family's two beautiful daughters, attention level
not two-plus-one. Yuu turned often to answer mothers' sotis
naughty, teasing, complex questions...
Tired! Annoying!
(My cultural festival shouldn't be this heavy!)
Yuu
missed morning, before eting any mother...
"I'll start cooking near evening, so no rush ho now." Pressing palm
to smooth cheek, Mama Yuigahama smiled cheerfully: "So wherever
Yui goes, I'll follow~ Unless you want to separate mother and child,
but our future son-in-law wouldn't, right?" Beside, Yuigahama looked helplessly despairing, as if given up.
Yuu dry-laughed: "Of course..."
"Though I must return for work, driver arrives later, so I'll join Yukino
and others for now." Folding fan lightly tapped hand, Saori gently
smiled, soft lips slightly curving: "Any trouble? Or Yukinoshita family
unfit by your side?"
"Mother..." Yukino weakly protested, fully suppressed by Saori's faint
gaze.
"You exaggerate. Your presence makes slightly embarrassed,
almost
appear in corridor." Yuu forced lip twitch control,
aningfully mocking.
Saori unconcerned, opened fan with clash, casually: "Then no issue.
Relax, I'll hide behind Haruno and Yukino to not burden you."
Headache
expression, Yuu stopped outside crowd.
Then resigned sigh, other hand pointing to Virtual Ga Research
Club spectator crowd.
"Now I must enter this club. You all want to squeeze with , bodies
sweaty?"
""
Won behind imdiately silent, expressions stiff.
Soon, Sora decisively turned, walking to shaded stairs: "I'll wait
outside."
"Ah, Sora, wait-" Chasing Sora, Yuigahama questioningly looked at
Yukino.
Yukino quickly understood, nodded without hesitation, stood beside,
escorting Sora and Yuigahama mother-daughter leaving virtual club
front.
"Yukino-chan staying? Then I..." Haruno about to step, pulled back by
mother grasping sleeve end.
"You accompany rest; I don't want crowd squeeze."
"Tch, as
expected..."
Soon, original noisy seven-person team left just them two.
Yuu looked down beside; she looked up at him.
Both understandingly smiled, pinkies briefly touching beside,
separating as if nothing.
"Alright, let's go."
Yuu about to enter crowd to clear for Yukino, but sleeve tugged.
Similar movent, again showing genetic inheritance.
"Let ; you follow behind."
Saying,
Yukino pulled armband from pocket, put on, face serious,
loudly shouting to front crowd:
"Excuse , Cultural Festival Committee now inspecting. Please make
way!"
All turned, seeing committee chair armband, consciously parting,
straight
path
to clubroom.
Yuu followed behind, whispering: "Okay? I recall you dislike abusing
power!"
"Dislike, so my action has three bases."
Her beautiful honest profile, like morning-blooming lily: "One, Virtual
Ga Research Club's activity has electrical short risk, committee
notes strong patrol object. I'm just passing to duty."
"Two,
purpose. You promised friend to guard stall, so equipnt
safety check, proper use, your responsibility, right? As committee
chair
escorting you in not wrong, let alone power abuse."
Here, she suddenly stopped, not continuing.
Yuu noticed, curiously asking: "Then third?"
Yukino stared ahead, seeming to keep calm, but red tint on white skin
clear. Lips
pursed
awkwardly.
"...Want to help you, so you praise , or sothing."
A shy voice softer than mosquito in noisy environnt.
But she knew, the one behind surely heard.
"Though people watching, I can't do anything, but..."
Soon, Yuu smiled, voice also clearly audible in such environnt:
"Thanks, Yukino. You helped a lot, head pat~"
"Don't use tone like comforting a child!" Yukino slightly awkwardly
huffed, flicking long hair to cover face side so he wouldn't see.
But Yuu still felt it. Like a happy cat raising tail, Yukino clearly in good mood.
Both exited crowd, quickly finding glasses-wearing virtual club president.
"Your equipnt safety concerns big, especially four high-power simultaneous, easy short hazards."
Before outsiders, Yukino's tone always flat undeniable, not cold but unapproachable: "Please allow recheck sockets and extension cords per school rules."
"Understood. mber X, escort committee chair there."
Club president pushed glasses, ordering mber to guide Yukino check cables. Deep lens-hidden eyes shifted to Yuu.
"Tenkuji-kun, accompanying committee chair, or..."
"Just helping friend check stall. Seems you set up well." Yuu scanned virtual club layout. Curious gaze swept from crowded trial area to empty arena, slightly raised brow, not asking directly.
"Friend?" The corpse-like flat-faced club president rarely showed clear surprise: "The friend you an, don't tell ..."
"Yes, Yuuki Kouichirou, Kou-niisan. The otaku student lending helts." Yuu smiled: "Not distrust, he asked stop by look, help if issues... I used these machines sa period as Kou-niisan. Should understand better than you."
"...I see." Club president pursed lips. Oily nose bridge kept pushing glasses. Dazzling glasses flash exploded.
Born flat-faced, eyes hidden behind thick lenses, Yuu didn't notice his complex strange mood. Instead pointed to arena area asking: "After changing tournant to arena, this empty?"
"No, not..." After seconds silence, seeming word-thinking, club president slowly spoke.
"Actually, a strong challenger ca. After replacing our arena champion, kept slaughtering onstage newbies, no ga experience. Eventually, no one wanted onstage slaughter by him."
Hearing, Yuu frowned: "Such trash player? Why not kick offstage? Committee can help anyti?"
"No, set ga rules must follow. This is Virtual Ga Research Club pride!"
Club president strongly shook head. Flat face suddenly showed marble-like firm lines.
"Bullied by others our fault for weakness. Now wait for him bored up there, then recruit custors to challenge arena."
"I see." Yuu suspiciously eyed him. Though slling lie, couldn't see emotion change from corpse face. Of course, didn't know what the club president hid or lied.
But speaking of strong challenger related to Sword Art World ga, first in Yuu's mind naturally far-at-girls-academy Asuna.
She likely the only super-strong player matching him. Full-power Asuna as arena champion, no one but him could beat.
Glancing curtained two-curtain arena area, Yuu thought briefly, quickly gave up Asuna guess.
First, she schools in neighboring city, no reason for Soubu Cultural Festival.
Second, club president used male pronoun, current arena screen avatar male. Basically separated from female pronoun.
Finally, Asuna not unreasonable. Her nature at most one challenge itch, then leave to avoid trouble. Impossible deliberately cause issues.
Thinking this, Yuu unconsciously relieved sigh, then to club president:
"I'll help expel him."
"Then gladly accepted."
"?"
(This guy, why agree so quick and firm?)
Noticing Yuu's growing doubt eyes, club president pushed glasses, sweating despite late December winter.
But didn't explain intent, respectfully extended hand, directing to curtained seat: "Please help. He really troubled us. Defeat that inhumanly strong one."
"...Understood."
Sharp eyes observed glasses man top to bottom. Though accepting request, Yuu turned back every step, staring club president until forehead sweat more, nearly streaming down stiff face.
Until his figure truly vanished behind curtain, club president suddenly leaned on knees exhausted, removed glasses, wiped forehead sweat with collar.
"This eye pressure..."
Not finished sighing, suddenly looked up.
In blurry world, soone poked head from curtain, staring straight.
Suddenly extended two fingers, first pointing own eyes, then distant
him-after, pulled head back.
Club president: "..."
Warning that [Every move watched]?
(Damn, why around Yuuki-senpai all weirdos...)
Club president felt very tired, really wanted to ga.
"Where'd he go?" Yukino returned after power check, only seeing gloomy club president standing, not seeing boyfriend.
"He went to fight for us." Club president answered hoarsely, pointing
upper screen.
Yukino looked up.
On green grasslands, robed silhouette slowly solidified, while opposite male avatar stood slowly, as if long waiting.
anwhile, on skybridge connecting school and club buildings.
Utaha controlled emotions, determined no future anger over Yuu
matters.
She'd faced very bad situation, entangled by very bad notebook. Why
self-harm over others?
Didn't Dazai Osamu say?
[Anger is torturing oneself over others' mistakes, irrational act.]
...Seed not Dazai Osamu, but whatever.
Following their steps from afar, arrived before virtual club office.
Utaha observed distant, until seeing them split two. Two entered clubroom, others rested corridor, then deep breath, long black-stockinged legs walking there.
(I know them, they don't know ...)
Sohow, Utaha's heart slightly nervous.
First t silver ponytail beautiful girl. Yuu's sister, family far more
important than his life.
Notebook even wrote siblings each other's existence reason, perhaps only them worldwide exaggerated so.
When unconsciously looking her way, Sora looked too. Both briefly
stunned.
Then, Sora's gaze naturally dropped to Utaha's chest.
Withdrawing gaze, soone expressionlessly quickened pace.
Utaha couldn't help slight smile-right, still a child. Couldn't hide envious, jealous, hateful gaze at all.
After passing sister, t Yuu's current girlfriend.
Yuigahama Yui, liked him since middle school. Failed confession,
second year high school friends again. Previous three tasks just background or loser.
This task finally promoted, but still not notebook-recognized main
heroine... Pitiful pink girl.
"?"
Seeming feel pity gaze, Yuigahama confusedly turned, then frowned
thinking hard slightly annoyed.
Utaha didn't wait her recall who, continued walking as if nothing.
Mama Yuigahama, unknown. Notebook little info, passed. Mother Yukinoshita, unknown. But both daughters kidnapped by soone, two tests he easily passed. Really bad fate with Tenkuji...
Hard being mother.
Finally Haruno.
Only one there whose beauty and body matched hers. Most noted in
notebook, most making one unsure admire or pity.
Yuu's forr first girlfriend, one whose past and future mories returned.
Only she successfully resisted three-reset world.
Mood imdiately serious. Utaha dared not look long, desperately keeping expression calm-notebook wrote Haruno's observation and sensitivity rivaled Yuu.
Who Yuu? Light novel protagonist world reset three tis for, constantly changing girlfriends, all-round perfect monster. One notebook equated to him, definitely not easy to ss with.
Like walking back-forth before sleeping lion, holding tense muscles and pounding heart, Utaha kept sa pace, gently flicking flowing black hair, naturally passing with natural expression.
One ter, two ters.
Secretly relieved sigh.
"Wait a mont."
"!?"
Breath held again. Back to voice, Utaha's face paled like choked.
Unconsciously stopped, expression quickly changed. Deep breath
ntal prep, at least outwardly calm.
Then, slowly turned.
"Excuse ..."
"Mother, new driver just called; been circling outside long. Hopes
specific pickup ti."
"Fine, we'll return after Tenkuji-kun exits... So tell driver circle around here again."
"I know~"
Haruno raised phone, turned seeming feel sothing. Long-haired beautiful girl just passed already entered virtual club office. Earlier "Excuse ~" seemingly not for her.
"But both long black hair, both beautiful, why Yukino's chest so flat?"
"From personal experience, Yuu-chan likes beautiful big-chested girls!"
"If not forced by God to date soone, maybe Yukino-chan never
chance, right?"
About to grin pleased, Haruno suddenly recalled her situation,
couldn't laugh at all, only sullenly call. While Utaha, successfully escaping contact with Yuu's girlfriends, struggled through crowd gaps to corner, relieved sigh in luckily empty spot.
"Though fine if she talked. No enmity with them, no need fear anything..." But since notebook entanglent, seed sensitive cautious. Tried
avoid issues, prepare well before acting.
Feeling relaxed, Utaha tiptoed, didn't see Yuu in club office. Habitually pulled notebook, ready see what other side did anti. Flipping inner page, line slowly appeared per wish. [13:28, Tenkuji Yuu and Yukinoshita Yukino enter Virtual Ga
Research Club room...]
[13:31, Tenkuji Yuu agrees with Virtual Ga Research Club
president to defeat Yuuki Asuna from arena champion position...] "What the hell, just ca to play gas..."
Utaha sneered, disgustedly closing notebook, sighing wasted ti
again.
Just about to turn leave find good outside spot continue surveillance, suddenly realized sothing, face froze. "Asuna, ga, defeat from champion position..."
She rembered, Asuna Yuu's second girlfriend. t in online ga...
Red slowly fading from face, Utaha slowly looked up, eyes wide at
arena screen.
Two male avatars faced, one holding long sword, one sheathing one-handed at waist, seeming talking, no sound.
And she knew, behind one male avatar, a girl nad Asuna-
brown-haired long swordswoman once cooperated with Yuu through many online ga hardships.
"By the way, She will stab Tenkuji Yuu's heart... Not specified real world or virtual ga."
Utaha couldn't help relieved smile.
She knew, how could real-world yandere murder-lover exist?
No need risk prevent murder, great- "Great what! This even harder to stop, right?!" Whole body filled rage. Utaha couldn't help throwing notebook to
floor again, distorted face stomping.
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