(On Hold) Sword Art Online: The Line Between Reality

The Lightning

Somewhere...

Screams and shouts rang out of the crowd, the knights shuffled forward as multiple hooded figures lept out of the darkness, straight towards the shocked horde. Weapons raised, as did voices, before cries of alarm and ringing of weapons clashing occurred around the room. A dark hooded figure seemed to leap straight at a specific character in the group, a dark grin on the figures face. Before it suddenly erupt into fright as the figure's eyes met their target, and an armored fist flew towards the figures pitiful face, awaiting impact...

Slam!

An impact resounded around the room, before another, and another. A young man, with chocolate brown hair and multiple strands of platinum hair protruding from the front, almost like rabbit ears, slammed his wrapped fist into the massive ocean blue bag hanging on a chain, ripples flowing around the impact. Quick as lightning, another powerful hit befalled the punching bag. As the impact struck the bag, a dent found its way into it, with sand trickling out of the wound. The gym was empty, perfect for the young man's usual activities, waking up early, sending strikes at a few punching bags until they broke, or he got bored. It would be different today however. As the hare-looking boy kept up his endless assault, the gym's old bage door opened, and a suited, black-haired man made his way into the almost empty room. The man grimaced at the stench, before his eyes found the sweat-covered boy, who held a everlasting smirk as he send wave after wave of punches and kicks, some sparking with electricity, at the beaten up punching bag. A single name ran out of the man's mouth.

"Henrik".

As the name befalled the boy, he lost his grin and replaced with a bored expression as he took his time turning around, sending a final swift roundhouse kick into the belly of the bag, even more sand pouring out of the freshly made wound.
"oooh look who it is, mister moneybags". Henrik spoke with sarcasm that he made no effort to hide.

Henrik Bree himself had quite a unique personality compared to many his age, one thing he loved to do was to poke fun at people, though he is usually well-mannered and kind. Just don't get on his bad side or annoy him, many have attempted to do so, and a broken bone ended up being the least of their worries.

'Mister Moneybags' sighed in exasperation.
"Henrik, I've told you many times, please can you not wreck every single punching bag in this gym".
To say Henrik was slightly destruction obsessed is a bit of an understatement. He's extremely competitive at times, which means he sees every punching bag as a challenge of strength, something he's already proven he has enough of numerous times.
"Come on, you're practically made of money, Kikuoka. You made me those exoskeleton arms, remember?" It was more of a statement than a question.
A cheeky grin followed his next sentence, before he went back to torturing the punching bag.
"Besides, that stupid suit you have on probably costs a small fortune, so, these bags shouldn't... cost... a penny!"
Henrik spoke each word with a slam, Kikuoka wincing with each hit. A smirk of victory, flashed on Henrik's face as the bag spilled more and more of its sandy insides, while Kikuoka shakily fixed his glasses on his nose, watching in slight disbelief. It wasn't anything new to the organisation member, but he was still awed by the boy's lightning abilities, even how the boy managed to get how he is in the first place.

Henrik himself was only wearing a midnight tank top and lazuli blue joggers with matching trainers, fit for excerise. He held a very unique appearance, but was by no means ugly. His shaggy chocolate brown hair layed on his head nicely, with the sides being shaved and the hair streaking down the back, similar to a mohawk style, and the two thick platinum blonde blades of hair gave him a very different look, seeming much like rabbit ears. It all complimented him well. His body build was very impressive for someone of his age as well, having quite a slim build, but very defined muscles highlighted almost each and every body part along his fairly brown skin color. Because of this he stood out, but Henrik took it in strides.

"You know you cost us the most amount of money out of any agent, and you just got here a few weeks ago!" Kikuoka yelled in exasperation.
Henrik simply tutted, before turning around to address the suited man again, a small grin present on the chocolate-haired boy's face.
"I'm sorry to say, but..." The boy sauntered up to the black-haired man, his natural dark pink eyes contrasting Kikuoka's darker brown ones. Yellow lightning crackled in Henrik's eyes.
"I don't really think, you'll get rid of your best member". The boy flashed a sly grin at the Lieutenant Colonel.
Henrik was right, in the short time he was here, he became one of the Japan Ground Defense Force's best members, in a matter of weeks. The boy walked back to his punching bag, what was left of it anyway, and suddenly spoke in a deadly tone.
"You shouldn't raise your voice at me, unless you want to end up like my friend here." The glaring boy pointed his thumb behind him to the torn up bag behind him.
"Sorry Hare, but your not my superior, and you'll never be any better at scaring people than he is". Kikuoka spoke in a mocking tone. Big mistake.
"I could be".
Henrik cracked his knuckles while he stared down the man as he flinched.
"H-heh he-h heh, your joking, right?" A simple click of the neck from the boy was his answer.
"R-right".

Sunlight beamed down onto Henrik as he stood up fully, a smirk on his face. He swiped the underside of his nose with his thumb, before he span around quickly, his leg poised to strike, before he struck the punching bag with full force. The bag exploded in a cloud of dust and specks of sand, as the pink-eyed boy rest his leg on the ground, sparking with bright electricity which had erupted the bag.
The black-haired did a heavy sigh, before beginning on what he was actually here for.
"We have an assignment for you, Hare. Follow me after you've showered. You stink".
Henrik's smile faltered as he growled, before he sprinted towards the man. Only, this was different, a line of yellow electricity followed the boy as he zoomed up to the man in a mere second.

Crunch

A howl of pain was heard as Henrik just lifted his blue shoe off of Kikuoka's potentially crushed foot.
"Don't try that again".