Sequel to Sword Art Onlines Assassin so it's best to read it.
After surviving the hell that was SAO, (y/n) now has to survive the peril of Roanpur, a city of guns, drugs, mafia, and death. But, it seems that he has a target on his back, and he's no...
It's been a few days since I bought my guns and we've just been waiting. We planned to attack The High Table Convoy the day before they would arrive in town, at the abandoned village. We've just been waiting and I've been training with John on hand-to-hand combat. He can still kick my ass but I'm getting better. We were all sitting down when John walked up to me.
John: It's time.
I got up and gave a nod to everyone as we walked out. Me and John walked through the streets, my gun holstered and his hidden by his suit jacket. I followed him as he walked to an abandoned subway station. He unlocked the door and walked inside and I followed after him. We walked down the stairs and into the underground station. He sat down at one of the benches and I sat next to him. After a minute, a subway arrived at the station. John got up before it stopped and I got up next to him. He walked up to the door as the doors opened and The Bowery King and Winston stepped out, The Bowery King carrying a suit.
The Bowery King: S̄wạs̄dī khuṇ nāy wikh. (Hello Mister Wick) And welcome to khwām t̂ānthān. (the resistance)
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John: *shakes The Bowery King's hand* A little far from home aren't you?
The Bowery King: Well, your little act of uncivil disobedience inspired me, John, I'm branching out, spreading my wings. *notices (y/n)* And you must be (y/n).
(y/n): That would be correct.
The Bowery King: *holds his hand out* A pleasure to meet you, John's told us some interesting stuff.
(y/n): *shakes his hand* A pleasure.
John: And, this is Winston.
Winston: *offers (y/n) his hand* It seems you're quite the threat.
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(y/n): *shakes his hand* Just trying to stay alive.
The Bowery King: Aren't we all?
(y/n): *chuckles a little* That's true.
The Bowery King: 42 regular, wasn't it? *flips the suit around to show John* It's Kevlar front to back, the latest in ballistic chic, appropriate for all occasions, weddings, funerals, High Table gunfights, after all, a man has to look his best when it's time to get married, or buried. *hands John the suit*
