Kirito's POV
“…-kun! Kirito-kun!!”
Asuna’s calls, which were almost like screams, forced me awake. As I
sat up, pain spiked through my head and caused my face to distort.
“Owww…”
I looked around and saw that we were still in the boss room. Blue
light fragments were still floating around the room. It seemed like I
had only lost consciousness for a few seconds.
Asuna was kneeling on the ground, her face right before my eyes. Her
eyebrows were tightened, and she was biting her lip. It looked like she
was going to cry.
“You idiot…! Why…!?”
She shouted and then jumped into my arms and hugged me. It
shocked me enough to make me forget my pain for a moment. I could
only blink in surprise.
“…Don’t hug me so tightly. You’re going to make my HP disappear.”
I said in a joking tone, but Asuna responded with a really angry
expression. She shoved a small bottle into my mouth. The liquid
which flowed in was a high-quality potion that tasted like a
combination of lemon juice and green tea. It should fully heal my HP
within five minutes, but my fatigue was going to last a while.
Asuna checked to confirm that I had drunk all of it. Then, as her face
began to scrunch up, she put her forehead on my shoulder to hide it.
I raised my head at the sound of footsteps and saw Cline approach. He
seemed a little apologetic for disturbing us, but started speaking
nevertheless.
“We’ve finished healing all the remaining Army members, but Cobert
and two of his men had already died…”
“…yeah. It’s the first time since the sixty-seventh floor that someone
died during a boss fight…”
“That wasn’t even a fight. That idiot Cobert… You can’t do anything
if you’re dead…”
Cline spat out. Then he took a deep breath, shook his head, and asked
me in an attempt to change the mood.
“But back to the topic, what the hell was that just then!?”
“…I really have to explain it to you ?”
“Of course! I’ve never seen something like that before!”
I suddenly noticed that aside from Asuna, everyone in the room was
looking at me, waiting for my reply.
“…it’s an extra skill: «Dual Blades».”
Expressions of amazement rose throughout Cline’s party and the
survivors from the Army.
All weapon skills had to be learned in a certain order depending on
their type. Take swords for an example; you had to train the onehanded
