Sword Art Online Ii Episode 7 ✦ Newest

Kirito’s hood fell back. His face was young, tired, and terrifyingly sincere. “Together?”

The word hung in the dry air. Sinon’s scope wavered. For a fraction of a second, she saw not Kirito’s hooded assassin, but a boy in a hospital bed. A boy with empty eyes and a sword made of regret.

She crouched behind a collapsed pillar, her Hecate II’s scope pressed to her eye. Through the crosshairs, she watched the last two opponents on her team move up: a burly machine-gunner and a jittery scout. They were bait, and they knew it. The enemy sniper was somewhere in the western rafters.

“They were already dead.” He stepped closer, unafraid of her rifle. “That sniper in the clock tower? He’s not a player. He’s a Death Gun proxy. If he’d fired, you’d be dead in real life. Not logged out. Dead. ” Sword Art Online II Episode 7

Kirito.

“You just killed my squad.”

The machine-gunner opened fire. A wild, panicked spray. Kirito didn’t dodge. He flowed —a blur of black and silver. The saber wasn’t drawn; it was simply there , deflecting rounds in a singing arc of sparks. In two heartbeats, he was behind the gunner. One silent slash. The man burst into polygons. Kirito’s hood fell back

Sinon’s hands trembled. Then steadied. She thought of the real gun in her father’s closet. The echo of a childhood mistake. The bullet she’d been running from for years.

“Sinon,” the machine-gunner whispered over comms. “Any sign of him?”

Breathe.

He had promised Asuna he wouldn’t go this deep again.

Kirito turned to her slowly, saber dripping with phantom light. “Because the real fight hasn’t started yet. And I need you alive.”

He wore a long black coat over dark armor. A curved saber hung at his hip, but his hands were empty. His face was hidden behind a hood, but she recognized the stance. The economy of movement. The way the world seemed to hold its breath around him. Sinon’s scope wavered

No—not the Kirito she’d met in the Bullet of Bullets preliminaries. This one was different. His avatar was leaner, sharper. And his eyes… even through the hood’s shadow, they burned with a hollow, predatory light.