Sword Art Online 05: Phantom Bullet Part 8

The right wing, due to Dyne's self-destruction, was a mess, he took one enemy attacker with him, the one left over should be stunned.

Then - in the gradually dispersing dust, a huge silhouette approached her in a straight line.

If this continued, it would be Behemoth and her fighting face-to-face. But at that distance, her sniper rifle couldn't win against the heavy machine gun.

She had to find a way to enter the Minigun's blind spot while she was in a position to fire. But in one-on-one front fighting, there's no blind spot...

- No.

Sinon held her breath for a moment. While the dust that cover everything caused by Dyne's grenade was still here, Behemoth couldn't tell exactly where she was. Of course she couldn't snipe since she couldn't see him clearly either, but maybe she could go to the one place in this area where that bullet storm couldn't reach.

While thinking that, she turned around and fiercely dashed out. She headed for the broken and fallen building ruin at the rear of the battlefield.

Jumping through the entrance, she couldn't see that the rear of the building had collapsed and the yellow sky was visible, but she aimed for the right hand wall - there were stairs going up. While trying not to step on the broken tiles and make a noise, she ran carefully.

On the metal staircase, she should step lightly, but she went up without bothering to. She kicked the wall like a dancer to change her direction and went farther up.

She reached the fifth floor in less than twenty seconds, the stairs ended there. There was a huge window on the left.

From here, she should have a few seconds to take a sniping position without Behemoth noticing.

While thinking that, Sinon placed the Hecate II against her shoulder and looked out the window down at the battle field.

Suddenly her vision was painted red.

A few tens of meters below, Behemoth raised his Minigun to the maximum height and aimed straight at Sinon. He had read her. Her thought and battle plan, everything.

She had no time to retreat or lay down.

So strong. He was a real GGO player, no, a soldier.

However, this opponent was exactly the enemy that Sinon wished to fight. Kill him. Have to kill him.

She didn't hesitate. Without taking a sniping position, she put her right foot on the window sill and jumped right out.

At the same time, like a burning flame, a flash of energy wave came rus.h.i.+ng up from the ground. Whack!! Intense shock came from below Sinon's left knee. Her avatar's leg was blown away, and her HP bar went down a lot.

However, she was still alive. She flew past the Minigun's line of fire and danced in s.p.a.ce. She was directly above Behemoth's imposing stance.

He probably wanted to shoot till he ran out of bullets, so he backed up, trying to keep Sinon in his firing line. But he couldn't reach her. For a Minigun that was hung on a rail on his back, there's no way it could aim directly above.

While falling, Sinon held Hecate II against her shoulder and peered through the scope.

Her view was full of Behemoth's rough face. In that face, the usual smile disappeared. He showed his teeth, with surprise and anger burning lantern in his eyes.

Sinon barely noticed that her own mouth moved.

What appeared was a smile. Savage, cruel, cold-hearted smile.

While falling, she was not stable enough to shoot far, but the distance was way too close. When her gun muzzle was about one meter from Behemoth's head, her green Bullet Circle shrunk, and fixed on the center of the man's face.

"The End!"

While whispering, she pulled the trigger.

From the finger of the G.o.ddess of the underworld, in this world, the largest energy spear from one bullet was released.

That instantly pierced a huge hole through Behemoth's face and upper body, going deep into the rubble ground.

Subsequently, after the explosive roaring sound pa.s.sed, Behemoth's huge cylindrical body disa.s.sembled and scattered.

References

Short for French 'Mini Mitrailleuse', mini machine gun, maybe the FN Minimi Before any gun maniacs complain, I found out from the web that the Ultima Ratio is the anti-personnel baby brother of Hecate II. Either the author doesn't know the difference or it's a combo of both guns. You should just ignore the Ultima Ratio part, but I have to put it in since it's in the raw.

Chapter 4.

The moment she stepped through the school gates, a dry and chill wind blew against her face.

Asada s.h.i.+no paused, tightly re-wrapping her white m.u.f.fler.

Wearing cell-frame gla.s.ses, with more than half her face hidden in the fabric of the m.u.f.fler, she once again started walking. She continued at a brisk pace on the sidewalk covered by autumn leaves, heaving a small sigh from deep within her chest.

...Now, out of the total 608 days for 3 years worth of high school, 156 days have pa.s.sed.

A quarter at last. With that thought, she was staggered by the asceticism that was imposed on her for much too long. However, if she were to add in middle school, then already 60 percent of the days had faded away into the past. It will end, someday... it will end, someday. She repeated those words in her mind like a mantra.

Of course, although graduation day was approaching, it wasn't as if she had something she wanted to do or someone she wanted to become. Simply, her current self was in the middle of being forced to belong; she wanted to be free from the group known as "high school students".

Attending that asylum-like place day by day, listening to the lectures of lethargic teachers, exercising and doing other things alongside a bunch of people whom she doubted had changed in even a single way since childhood. What kind of meaning was there in doing any of that? s.h.i.+no really could not understand. In very exceptional circ.u.mstances, there were also teachers who gave lessons which she found meaningful, and there were also students who should be respected. But to s.h.i.+no, none of their existences were essential.

s.h.i.+no had once told her grandparents, now her legal guardians, that she wanted to work immediately or train for employment at a vocational school, rather than go to high school. Her old-fas.h.i.+oned grandfather had turned red with anger, while her grandmother had cried, saying that she wanted s.h.i.+no to properly go to a good school and marry into a good family, otherwise she wouldn't be able to stand apologizing to s.h.i.+no's father. She had little choice but to study desperately, getting admitted into a fairly well-known metropolitan high school in Tokyo, but she was surprised when she entered and got a look. There was essentially no change at all from the public middle school in her hometown.

In the end s.h.i.+no, just as she had in middle school, routinely counted the remaining days as she journeyed out of the school gates each day.

s.h.i.+no lived alone in an apartment located halfway between the school and the JR train station. Although it was only the size of six tatami mats[1], no larger than a small household kitchen, it was nice and conveniently situated right next to the shopping district.

The shopping district at half-past three in the afternoon still did not have many people in sight.

First, s.h.i.+no browsed through the shelf display of the bookstore. Though she found a new book from her favorite author, she held back because it was a hard cover copy and left the store. If she reserved it online, in about a month she could borrow it from the munic.i.p.al library.

Next, she went to the stationery store to buy an eraser and a grid-ruled notebook. After checking the remaining amount in her purse, she headed to the supermarket located in the middle of the shopping district while thinking about the menu for dinner. Naturally, s.h.i.+no's dinners were simple and basic meals. As long as the balance of nutrition, calories, and cost was met, taste and appearance were of secondary importance.

While thinking of making carrot and celery soup along with a tofu hamburger, she pa.s.sed the front of the game center next to the supermarket she was about to enter.

"Asada~-"

In the s.p.a.ce between the two shops, a voice called out to s.h.i.+no from the narrow alley.

Recoiling reflexively, s.h.i.+no slowly turned 90 degrees to her right.

Three female students, dressed in uniforms identical to s.h.i.+no's-except with a significant difference in skirt length-stood in the alley. One of them was squatting down and manipulating her cell phone. The other two were leaning against the wall of the supermarket, smiling while watching s.h.i.+no.

While s.h.i.+no remained silent, one of them who was standing made an arrogant gesture, jerking with her chin.

"Come over here."

But s.h.i.+no did not move, asking in a small voice.

"...What?"

At that moment, another one of them approached and, without hesitation, grabbed s.h.i.+no's right wrist.

"Whatever, just come."

With that, she was pulled before she could even respond.

s.h.i.+no was shoved in the direction of the alley and out of sight of the shopping district, and the squatting student looked up at her. The leader of the three was a girl named Endou. Her eyes, suspended by black eyeliner, and her pointed chin gave off the impression of some sort of predatory insect.

Contorting her glittered lips into a smile, Endou spoke.

"Sorry, Asada. We just sang so much karaoke, and now we have no money to ride the train home. We'll pay you back tomorrow, so lend us some just for now."

She put up a finger. She meant not a hundred, not a thousand, but ten thousand yen.

They sang and sang but it wasn't even twenty minutes since the end of the cla.s.s, all three of them even had cards for the regular train fare, and, furthermore, why take as much as ten thousand yen just for the train fare? With that, s.h.i.+no had listed the logical discrepancies in her mind in quick succession, but would not voice her thoughts.

It was the second time these three had bluntly requested money from her. Last time, she had refused by saying that she did not have any.

While considering that playing the same hand would have a very low chance of success, s.h.i.+no replied.

"There's no way I would have so much."

Endou's smile disappeared for a moment, and then reappeared. "Then, go withdraw some more."

s.h.i.+no silently walked toward the shopping district.. They probably wouldn't follow her to the bank where other people could see anyway. Who would honestly be stupid enough to do something like coming back if you could just leave-as she thought that, Endou's words continued.

"The bag, leave it here. Your purse, too. As long as you have your card it's okay, right?"

s.h.i.+no stopped and turned around. Though Endou's lips didn't change from the shape of a smile, those two narrow eyes lit up-like an excited cat toying with its prey.

These three people, she had once believed them to be her friends. When she remembered that, s.h.i.+no could not forgive her own folly.

In moving away from the countryside, she had left behind everyone she once knew. And after entering high school, s.h.i.+no had nothing in common with her cla.s.smates, having no shared interest to talk about, and so remained silent everyday. Endou and her friends were the first to reach out to her.

After they invited her to eat lunch with them, the four of them eventually stopped at fast food restaurants on the way home from school. s.h.i.+no mostly just listened to their conversations. Even though she secretly couldn't stand what they talked about at times, she was still happy. Endou and company were her first friends in a long time who were unaware of "that incident". She had believed, if it was at this school, she could become a normal student.. s.h.i.+no did not learn the truth until much later. The three had only approached her after seeing her address on the cla.s.s register and guessing that she lived alone.

'Can we go to your house to play?' When they asked her that, s.h.i.+no had immediately agreed. Her apartment had been praised and admired by Endou and her friends, surrounded by snacks and chatting until it was dark.

The next day, and even the days after that, they came to s.h.i.+no's apartment.

Before long, the three of them used s.h.i.+no's room to change into casual clothing, then ride the train to go play. One day, they left their belongings at s.h.i.+no's room and, from that day on, the clothes of the three began to occupy her small closet.

Shoes. Bags. Cosmetics. Endou and her friends' personal belongings began to increase more and more. By the start of May, the three of them would go out to play and return drunk, and then even stay overnight just like that.

Finally, at some point, s.h.i.+no had timidly complained that if they came here too often, she would be troubled if she couldn't study.

Endou simply responded, "We're friends right?" And the next day, they requested a spare key.

Then, it was on that Sat.u.r.day in late May.

While s.h.i.+no was standing in front of her door after coming home from the library, she heard loud laughing voices echoing from inside her room. It was not just the voices of Endou and her friends.

s.h.i.+no held her breath to listen carefully. The thought of checking her own room was absurd, an act she did not want to do. Clearly, she heard the laughter of several men.

In her own room, there were men she did not know. With such a thought, s.h.i.+no cowered in fear. It was followed by a burst of anger. She had finally realized the truth.

She walked down the stairs of the apartment, using her cell phone to call the police. Though the police officer that came seemed to be perplexed by the stories told by both parties, s.h.i.+no had intently repeated, "I don't know them."

"For the time being we'll go to the police station," the police officer told Endou, who then shot a terrible look at s.h.i.+no.

"Hmph, I see," Endou responded, packed up her stuff, and left the room.

Retaliation came quickly.

Using devil-like investigative abilities, unheard of for their usual group, Endou had looked up the reason s.h.i.+no lived by herself: five years ago in a far away prefecture, she was involved in the "incident" that has almost been forgotten even on the net. Her past was exposed to the whole school. The students willing to talk to s.h.i.+no disappeared completely, and even the teachers avoided looking directly at her.

Everything returned to the same as it was back in middle school.

But s.h.i.+no thought that would be fine.