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Spoiler for those who do not watch SAO.
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Drew swung the heavy black sword, his avatar has changed his hair to green but his eyes remained green.

"Hey, have you heard about Claude?" A person murmured, obviously gossiping.
"Yeah, he was going to hold a meeting near the first floor of the dungeon, right?"

Without haste, the boy dashed to the square right before the said dungeon, and there, he saw Claude.

His level was a bit higher than the others, being level 15, most were around level 7 more or less.

"Greetings, everyone, I have called you here for the meeting to discuss the attributes of the boss."

He cleared his throat to speak louder.

"For starters, please form a party to avoid anyone from dying."

The word 'dying' struck everyone, murmurs were everywhere.
Ever since the Game Master, Niño (just remove tend and change n to ñ.) announced that the logout setting was omitted from the settings list, and dying in the virtual world is equal to microwave radiation radiating to the brain due to the Nerve Gear, everyone was frantic and red players, in the real world, dubbed murderers who killed for fun, thought it got more interesting. It was also called PKing but no such rule existed that time, since pain was not felt and resurrection was possible.

"Now are you done?" Claude asked.

Damn. Drew thought.

He wasn't one to socialize around anyway. The only friend he had for the last 5 months was Gary, but he wasn't here.

One certain player caught his attention. He or she was wearing a hood and a long gown-like clothing covering until her or his knees.

"Hey, do you have a party?"

He or she shook her head, signifying she or he didn't have one.

"Why?" He asked.

"Everyone is friends with at least 5 of them." It was a she, he was sure, her voice sounded like perfect harmony. "I don't want to ruin such fun."

She smelled like fresh strawberries and vanilla, a few chestnut strands of hair escaped from her cape. Drew felt like a creep sniffing her intoxicating scent.

"Do you want to party?" He asked.
The latter hesitated but nodded.

"May... Haruka, huh?" Drew was amused at her character name, it was commonly used by girls so he confirmed she was one.

"The boss is guarded by little knights called Shirokishi and the boss is Ken no Masutā, which wields a ." Claude announced.

Shirokishi, Japanese for White Knight and Ken no Masutā, also Japanese for Swordsmaster. Drew noted.

The group discussed the plan, questions and clarifications were raised but other than that, it was clear.

"We will meet tomorrow morning at 10." Claude instructed, and he let them go.

Night--

Drew took out his custard bun, a thought crossed his mind again. He wanted to badly see the face of the girl he was partying with.

Who was she again? Tsuki or something else?

Speak of the devil, she's here!

Drew calmly took a seat next to her, alert at his presence, she looked at the person but turned away, realizing it was just him.

"Yo, Tsuki." Drew greeted.

"Haruka. It's Haruka." She sounded annoyed and tried to rip off the section of the custard bun.