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...
I grabbed the handle and drew out the sword straight up, unsheathing it. I dropped the saya and then raised my sword up as Otso Berg raised up his.
Otso Berg: Time to see what you're made of (y/n).
He rushed forward and swung his sword, which I easily blocked. He went for multiple attacks, pushing me back as I blocked them all. He pushed my back to a wall as he kept attacking and I jumped up, kicked off the wall, went over him, and landed behind him and in a more open part of his office. He didn't relent and went after me with hard strikes. I was studying him and his style as he kept attacking me and I kept blocking. He pushed me back to his desk and we ended up clashing. I was blocking, my sword with the flat side out and the blade pointing up so I had one hand on the blade itself along with my other hand on the handle. Otso Berg was pushing down with his sword, his blade slowly getting closer to my neck. If he could get his sword close enough to my neck, he could pull his sword back and slit my throat open.
Otso Berg: It's over (y/n), you've lost.
I gritted my teeth and started pushing back harder, moving his sword away from me.
(y/n): Not yet.
I pushed him back enough so that I could kick him in the knee. I took the opportunity to knee him in the face, breaking his nose. A little payback for those 2 punches earlier.
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Otso Berg let out a loud yell of pain as he backed away. He checked his nose and saw the blood coming out of it. I rushed forward, not allowing him time to reset his nose. He blocked my attacks but with his breathing affected by the broken nose, it was more difficult for him to keep up. I managed to nick him a couple of times all over his body and the small wounds started slowing him down. He went for a wild swing, trying to take my head off. I ducked under his strike and managed to stab him in the leg. He let out a loud grunt and then managed to slice my arm a little. I backed away, not even that affected by the pain of the cut as blood started coming out.
But, that cut reminded me of the people that care about me and that I don't have a second life or that I'm immortal. I narrowed my eyes and cracked my neck, I'm ending this and I'm not dying today. I rushed forward and went for a swing and Otso Berg blocked it, both of us now clashing.
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