SAO had players all over Japan. Who knows where any of us are?
Given he hadn’t heard mass chaos – Klein probably wasn’t here, or that patient shuffling down the hall away from him would be shuffling much faster. Meaning a weretiger paladin had just woken up in the middle of another hospital full of sick, terrified people.
Please let some of Fuurinkazan be with him!
And Asuna… even if some of her guild were there, she’d be alone. The Knights of Blood had just found out their leader was the same accursed red dragon that’d trapped them all in the first place. They were still in shock.
Hell, I’m still in shock. Kirito rested his forehead against cool glass. I knew he had to be a clearer. I knew he had to be someone everyone respected, an ancient red wouldn’t settle for anything less….
And he even wore red armor, when all the other Knights were in white. How long was he laughing up his sleeves at all of us?
Well. He’d bet Beniryuu wasn’t laughing now.
What if he takes it out on the people in ALO… no. No, think. By now Lady Stheno should have scryed him and told him what’s going to happen. No handy curse yanking everyone into Aincrad. No factions, willing youkai against those who were adopted just to survive; fuses ready to light for him to blow the kingdom apart. Everyone who comes, is going to want to come.
Hopefully that’d be enough.
He didn’t know. He didn’t know, and that tore his heart in two. Japan was numb and alien, but – his family was here. He never wanted to lose them again.
What do I do?