“We have a Winterfest in Aincrad, as well.” Continue reading
Kirito spread his arms as Klein skidded to a snowy halt by them, catching a giggling hatchling as she jumped off. “There you go…. We should get going.” Continue reading
“Klein’s a better samurai than anyone.” Black eyes were hard. Hurting. “He came in on Opening Day, and he kept his guild together. Continue reading
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. Continue reading
The kitchen was quiet, outside of the teapot steaming on a cooler corner of the woodstove, and a few muttered swears from a Black Swordsman trying to get wild boar bacon to cook without charring.
“You still haven’t leveled your Cooking.” Smirking, Asuna moved in to rescue crispy bits, Continue reading
Tournesol touched the necklace over her heart. “We found out how Pureshriek got through your wards. He had… he had Azul’s bloodstone.” Continue reading