SpecialKay
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- Joined
- Feb 1, 2011
Kotaro diverted his gaze to the ruckus emanating from a group of individuals in the alley off to the side of the street in the main town he was on, in level 9. Supposedly they were some sort of fucked up guild with some kind of bullshit agenda for what they wanted to do in what remained of the world of SAO. It wasn't strange for groups with more malicious intentions to gather and grow in size as they came to the realization that there was little if any chance in escaping the fucked up world created by Akihiko Kayaba. Many players had gone mentally insane upon announcement day of the real meaning of the worlds creation. As for Kotaro, who went by the name of Kota in games like this, he simply played. The need to surpass all expectations, all beliefs, and even further was what he intended to do. The chance to save all players from the game, and free them back into the real world...that was his one true goal.
The group wasn't the highest of levels, simply average due to the equipment he saw on them. However the cloaks they wore obviously distinguished them from the others, his eyes furrowed together as he looked through his own inventory. He had looted a boar a few hours prior that provided him with the same cloak, a rare drop of course. Equipping it he was unsure what to do, and simply followed the group from behind. They were heading towards a bridge on the outskirts of the town, that was obvious for as they arrived they all ducked behind bushes, Kotaro simply doing the same by following close behind. They were waiting...for something.
It wasn't until a single lone woman appeared on the bridge that the entirety of the guild hopped out from their hiding spots. The entire group surrounding her on the bridge. What were they planning on doing?bthose sadistic fucks could do anything with numbers like that to a line player...especially one who looked not much higher than any of the players who surrounded them. It wasn't until the first one spoke up he understood what was happening.
"Give us the sword...or die."It was a lone man, his face shrouded by the shadow casted from the top of his hood. His voice was deep, yet he wasn't much large than Kotaro himself, in fact the figure was relatively lanky. Yet, it was obvious he took on the leadership role, for he was the first to place a hand on his own weapon. Kota furrowed his eyebrows together, his hand instinctively dropping to his side as he placed a finger against the hilt of his blade watching to see what the woman was doing.
Surely the woman is going to comply...no way in hell would someone keep some sort of lowly sword for themselves when they could live. The thought seemed like the only logical answer, yet little did Kota not realize just how wrong he was. Even though he was a beater from the beta stages, he was still not quite well rehearsed on everything in the world. Let alone the small specifics of every and all weapons and equipment alike in the god forsaken game. Hell...he could be mistaken for a newbie at some points...were it not for his immaculate skill and ability to power level like no other.
The group wasn't the highest of levels, simply average due to the equipment he saw on them. However the cloaks they wore obviously distinguished them from the others, his eyes furrowed together as he looked through his own inventory. He had looted a boar a few hours prior that provided him with the same cloak, a rare drop of course. Equipping it he was unsure what to do, and simply followed the group from behind. They were heading towards a bridge on the outskirts of the town, that was obvious for as they arrived they all ducked behind bushes, Kotaro simply doing the same by following close behind. They were waiting...for something.
It wasn't until a single lone woman appeared on the bridge that the entirety of the guild hopped out from their hiding spots. The entire group surrounding her on the bridge. What were they planning on doing?bthose sadistic fucks could do anything with numbers like that to a line player...especially one who looked not much higher than any of the players who surrounded them. It wasn't until the first one spoke up he understood what was happening.
"Give us the sword...or die."It was a lone man, his face shrouded by the shadow casted from the top of his hood. His voice was deep, yet he wasn't much large than Kotaro himself, in fact the figure was relatively lanky. Yet, it was obvious he took on the leadership role, for he was the first to place a hand on his own weapon. Kota furrowed his eyebrows together, his hand instinctively dropping to his side as he placed a finger against the hilt of his blade watching to see what the woman was doing.
Surely the woman is going to comply...no way in hell would someone keep some sort of lowly sword for themselves when they could live. The thought seemed like the only logical answer, yet little did Kota not realize just how wrong he was. Even though he was a beater from the beta stages, he was still not quite well rehearsed on everything in the world. Let alone the small specifics of every and all weapons and equipment alike in the god forsaken game. Hell...he could be mistaken for a newbie at some points...were it not for his immaculate skill and ability to power level like no other.