Hello my faithful readers, Naintarlow here.
This chapter came out a little late and to boot it's still not the raid but its another setup sorry about that. This scene will be important soon but it clashes so much against the mood and setup of the rest of the raid that I decided to post it as a chapter of its own. but next chapter will be definitely the raid so hang in there
Thank you for the support you shown this fic, do enjoy this little moment of levity for the group, things will change soon enough
Natsu stared at his character screen in front of him with a thoughtful frown as he waited for the others to arrive. Their team, which would be going after Laughing Coffin, was gathering in his guild's mansion, where they will use a corridor crystal to get close to their headquarters. And it was slow-going, leaving the anxious swordsman alone with his thoughts.
He knew what they were going into would be dangerous and most would call it foolhardy and reckless, but they did not have a choice. If they weren't able to cut off Laughing Coffin's head now, the entire frontline could fall into chaos and that would be a fatal blow to their clearing progress. It was soon becoming a whole year since they were trapped in this game, yet they were not even halfway up, and now, more than ever, the players needed good news. A lot of good news.
Yet even since the others left for their respective gathering places, he couldn't help but feel that something was wrong. It may have been chalked up to nervousness but his life was saved a lot of times because of these gut feelings and he chose not to disregard it. Nonetheless, there was nothing he could do, aside from waiting for the raid.
"Anxious?" a voice from next to him broke him out of his morose thoughts, prompting Natsu to look up from where he sat on a bench, perplexed.
The infamous beater, the Black Swordsman Kirito stood there, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed. Instead of the usually blank or lazy expression on his face, the older teen was frowning heavily while watching the rest of their party gather, talk in hushed tones and make last-minute preparations.
"There is no way I couldn't be." the young guild leader admitted with his shoulders slumping."It doesn't help that our group is splitting up, we are used to working as a large group, it will be strange not having Ken or Basil to back me up in a pinch. You?"
"It's completely natural. We are not going to fight against computer-generated opponents, but real, breathing humans who will be doing their best to kill us. Honestly, I am terrified but I have to force myself through this." he said, then awkwardly reached out and patted Natsu's shoulder. A lot of things could be said about Kirito, both good and bad, but he wasn't and probably would never be good at social interactions."And you will have both me and Buzz to back you up, so I think you will be alright."
"Damn right you are, it will be alright. I didn't babysit these little kids for so long to have them die on me now." Buzz commented with a gruff laugh as he walked up to them, spear lazily resting on his shoulder.
He wore new armor, his old one was a little worn down and it was due for a replacement anyway, with its low stats. His new was shiny, with a lion motif on his shoulders, and the middle of his chest plate, a little bit outlandish for the normally much more practical Buzz but it strangely suited him. He wore forest green clothes under it.
"Buzz please, stop treating me like a kid." Natsu asked, just barely stopping himself from whining. It wouldn't help his argument at all.
"Nah, it's way too much. I'll probably keep it up until you get some hair on your chest." he said, laughing to himself at Natsu's pout
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Sword Art Online Version Vongola
Aventura11 year old Sawada Tsunayoshi was one of the ten thousand players who logged into Sword Art Online. He found freedom in this virtual word far away from anything associated with Dame-Tsuna. Now, as the Death Game begins, watch as the swordsman Natsu...