The sky was filled with arrows and rains in the sky, and the figure was scattered with the sword light.

Ahh, it's this dream again.

Ahh, it's this dream again.

Although it was a dream that I had seen many times, Asano couldn't help but sigh.

A bright scene emerges in the dream that you will forget as long as you open your eyes.

Then, a blurred figure of a young man appeared immediately.

The inorganic scenery flashed like a slide. A man raised his sword and led countless people forward. A man waved his sword and faced the monster like a hill alone. A man patted the conference table and asked everyone what he wanted. A man was swallowed by the rain of arrows...

Every time, every time, that person seemed to be saying something that makes people ununderstand but always has unique truths. But, nothing is--no sound, and Asano can't hear anything.

It's like this every time, and everyone's words cannot be conveyed.

But Asuna knew that the person was complaining, as if he was not satisfied with the world itself, fate itself, and everyone himself.

That's all.

Just know so much.

Why does Asana's chest get tightened every time she sees such a scene?

It seems like I have forgotten something.

After repeating so many times, Asuna knew very well what she seemed to have forgotten.

Yes, she did forget something, but she had no clue about it after forgetting "what".

What have you forgotten? I can't figure it out anyway.

Therefore, whenever this dream appears, no matter how insignificant the details are, Asana will carefully observe and try her best to find inspiring clues.

Originally, Asuna was just breaking the character of asking the whole story.

Simply put, it is mild obsessive-compulsive disorder.

This is the essence of Asuna.

So, she must understand and remind herself of it.

Countless times, keep a close eye on—

I finally figured out some things recently.

In fact, Akana recently saw that the young man was wearing the Blood Alliance Knights' uniforms in the SAO game era. Due to the hazy feeling of dreams, the black hair and correct facial features were also seen many times before he could see them clearly.

Then this time, Asuna observed what the young man was talking about...

Of course, it wasn't that I heard what he was saying.

However, there are techniques like lip reading in this world. Even if you don’t learn that technique, most people use their eyes to confirm the movement of the other person’s lips when listening to others’ words. In this way, they can unconsciously confirm whether the information they are listening to is correct.

Asano stared at the young man's lips intently. Through his unskilled half-length lip reading technique, he understood some syllables.

“Huh!?”

While reading the young man's lips, Asuna frowned in surprise.

"Why do you know my name?"

Yes, what the young man said was her name.

"What's going on..."

In the dream, a young man shouted his name desperately.

Generally speaking, this should be something that happened in the past.

But Asuna had no impression.

Why? Why is this?

"Why, I feel so uncomfortable..."

Ashina's voice was filled with pain.

The scene changed again, the man raised his head and seemed to be saying something. There were many SAO players next to him, but they all looked at him with fear and shock? Why?

Before I could think about this question, Akana heard it.

Yes, I heard it.

"My guess is indeed correct..."

"I am the one who brings you here. I am the one who blocks your escape. I am the one who gives you stronger combat capabilities. I am the one who kills you."

So say it.

"What am I?"

The young man closed his eyes as if he gave up, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

At this moment, the uncontrollable feelings in Asano Na’s heart surged up. Driven by the uncontrollable feelings, Asano Na’s shouting:

"--don't want!"

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"don't want!"

The moment the sound came out, Asuna opened her eyes and sat up from the bed, her forehead covered with sweat.

"What are you doing? I suddenly said such sad words, even I was affected."

Asana murmured to herself, her shoulders were still trembling slightly, and her mood calmed down a lot.

Although the air conditioner is set to the cooling mode, it seems that I forgot to set the timing to turn it off, which causes the air in the house to wake up early in the morning.

Asana slowly got up from the bed with a trembling trembling. She stretched out her fingers to the integrated operation panel buried in the control panel. She tapped the touch sensor. With just one move, the curtains on both sides were pulled up with a slight motor sound. The air conditioner blew out a hot air, and the LED light board on the ceiling emitted a light orange light.

The indoor technology developed by the RECT appliance department was also installed in Asuna's room. When the room was in the hospital, the room was renovated. However, Asuna was not sure why he couldn't like this convenient device. It was a matter of course to operate the things in the room with a window, but when it appeared in the real world, it somehow made people feel a little chilly. The skin seemed to always feel the sight of inorganic substances such as sensors spread all over the walls and floors.

Maybe it is because of the warmth of the traditional and gentle house of Kiritani Kazuko who visited many times, her family, contrasts the coldness of her family. The grandparents' home also has that feeling. When they go out for a summer vacation, Asana always sits on the sun-filled porch, shaking her feet one by one, and eating the shaved ice made by her grandmother. However, the grandparents passed away a long time ago, and the home has been demolished for a long time--

Sighing softly, Asuna put on her slippers and stood up. She suddenly felt a little dizzy. The gravity of the real world was indeed not a joke. She had no dreams at all, and the game was so relaxed and comfortable.

Of course, even in the fantasy world, the same gravitational feeling is simulated. However, whenever Asana in that world just treads the ground lightly, she can break away from the ground like a bird. The gravity of the real world is not just a physical force. It also contains too many elements that cannot be removed no matter how many times you try. Although she wants to fall on the bed again, it is time for breakfast soon. As long as she is one minute late, her mother will complain again.

He walked to the wardrobe with heavy steps, and before he could reach out, the door folded and slid open. He took off his comfortable sweater and threw it on the bed like rebellion. He changed into a spotless shirt and a dark cherry-colored long skirt, and sat on the stool on the dressing table next to him. The mirror also unfolded automatically, and the light on it immediately lit up.

Even at home, my mother would not allow Asuna to dress up carelessly. Asuna picked up the comb and quickly sorted out her long hair that was messing around while she was sneaking.

Just took a step from his room to the dim corridor, and before he could close the door, the lighting behind him went out on his own.

When I walked down the semi-circular staircase and arrived at the first floor lobby, the butler Akihi Sada happened to open the door to the entrance. It was prepared for dinner and was about to go home.

Facing the short woman over 40 years old, Asuna smiled slightly and said:

"Thank you for your hard work, Miss Sada. Thank you for coming every day. I'm sorry until now."

The butler quickly shook his head and immediately returned the gift deeply.

"Small, a small matter, Miss. This is work."

Asana looked around and asked in a low voice when she saw no one was present:

"Have mom and brother been back?"

"Mr. Koichiro seems to be coming back later. His wife is already in the restaurant."

"Is that so? Thank you."

The conversation ended quickly, and the butler bowed again and then left.

I remember she seemed to have two children from junior high school students and elementary school students. Although her family is in Setagaya District, if you go home, it will take 7:30 to arrive. It is a difficult time for a child with a good appetite. Once, I told my mother that it would be nice to let her prepare supper and put it there, but my mother ignored it.

Afterwards, Asuna walked through the lobby and walked towards the restaurant.

As soon as he pushed open the thick oak door, a calm but stern voice came over.

"You're late."

Asana couldn't help but look up at the clock hanging on the wall, which was exactly half past six.

But there was no time to explain. The sound came again.

"Come to the dining table five minutes in advance."

"sorry."

Asuna muttered quietly and sat down on the oval chair next to the table.

My mother, Yuki Kyoko, who was sitting diagonally opposite her, was shaking her favorite sherry while staring at the original economic book in front of her.

She is tall and has a very upright face, but her facial features and cold expressions give people a cold and stern impression. Perhaps that is exactly the result I expected. She kicked off her opponents in the school with her sharp words and harsh political skills. Last year, she became an industrialist who became a professor at the age of 49.

Putting aside the identity of mother, she is indeed a successful woman.

After Asuna sat down, Kyoko closed the hard book without raising her head, spread the napkin on her legs, and supervised her eyes that Asuna didn't speak.

But Asana still lowered her head. She muttered and started to move, and picked up the spoon.
To be continued...