Asuna didn’t like to go more than a few days without checking up on Lisbeth, and she knew the blacksmith leveled up carefully. She could only imagine what Klein and Fuurinkazan felt like, trying to hold the Black Swordsman in their family.
It’s like trying to tame an alley-cat. Sometimes he’ll let you pet him. Sometimes he just runs.
Which was a little ironic. Kirito might remind the Tournesol-dreams of Connlan, yet the outcast Vadalis had actually had an upbringing more like the Yuuki family. Rich. Educated. Expected to work hard, to behave, to fit in. Not a major heir, he didn’t have a dragonmark. But he would have known what his life was expected to be.
Then sorcery had blazed up in Connlan’s soul, and his own house had tried to kill him.
And that was just the start of it, Asuna winced. If Tae’s right – he ran, he saved a girl from a werewolf and got bitten, he had that town chasing him, he ran into more monsters, he managed to talk Vincent into giving an infected human a chance… and he kept a whole flock of cockatrices alive with him. Getting adopted must have been a relief.
She didn’t know what Kirito’s life had been like before Aincrad. But she had to wonder. Before the first boss fight, he’d taught her how a regular sword blow could be as effective as a Sword Skill. Safer, too; simple strikes didn’t have a cooldown time. Meaning you could use them faster. If you were swarmed by low-level mobs, that speed could save your life.
Kirito knows swords, Asuna thought. Real swords.
…Well, that was probably going too far. Still. Even if he just knew real kendo – most people didn’t. “Where did you learn to use a sword?”
Kirito almost dropped a pink segment. “The last time I checked, we were in Sword Art Online.”