Accel World Vol 1 Chapter 8 (1/2)

Chapter 8

BAKIBAKIBAKIBAKI!!

What rang through the world in that moment was a strange tremor, like countless metal clumps grating against each other.

The fresh morning sunlight flowing in from the front entrance degenerated into a creepy yellow.

The surrounding floor and walls were covered with biological-looking slime everywhere from Haruyuki’s feet, and with creased and rusted metal. The support pillars had joints like the abdomen of an insect and were twisted, and there were many strange eye-like bulges visible on the ceiling.

It had only taken a few seconds for the interior of the cutting-edge hospital that had been so clean to be covered with organic metal-like pollution like something from the nightmare of a cla.s.sic cyberpunk author.

As he held his breath and stood stock still, Haruyuki’s body began to be covered by s.h.i.+ning silver armor from the tips of his limbs and at the same time was squeezed and thinned down like a wire.

Everything from his lower back to his abdomen and chest also changed into smooth silver, and at the end his head was wrapped in a round helmet.

At nearly the same time as Haruyuki transformed from the pink avatar to the duel avatar «Silver Crow», two physical strength gauges extended out in the upper corner of his vision with a screeching sound.

In between the gauges were the numeral digits of 1800.

And then finally, a flame burst out with a roar in the middle. The characters of «FIGHT!!» that appeared inside the flames s.h.i.+ned a deep red, and then scattered with an explosion.

After quickly looking at the countdown that had started to decrease and letting out a breath of relief as he thought ‘I made it in time’, Haruyuki looked towards the end of the slimy hallway, where Tak.u.mu had been standing.

Standing there while facing towards the side in the exact same place was a duel avatar with an unexpected form.

That…was Tak.u.mu!? «Cyan Pile»!?

Haruyuki unconsciously moved back half a step with his right leg in astonishment.

He was gigantic, no, his height wasn’t that big. He was only about five centimeters taller than Tak.u.mu, who was one-hundred-and-seventy-five centimeters in his first year of middle school—but even so, Silver Crow, who was at most one-hundred-and-fifty-five, had to raise his eyes to look up at him.

However, more overwhelming than that was how incredibly thick Cyan Pile’s entire body was.

It was different from being fat. Limbs and torso with rugged muscles bulging on them like a pro-wrestler’s. And that was all wrapped in metallic-blue snug bodysuit-type armor.

Dark blue rough boots on the feet, and a similarly colored giant glove on the left hand.

He looked like a macho hero from some American comic book. This image was a full 180 degree reversal from the actual slender and slim Tak.u.mu.

While Haruyuki was inescapably overwhelmed and stood stock still.

Turning his body to the left slowly, Cyan Pile’s gaze poured straight forward at him.

Cyan Pile’s head was covered by a stylish tear drop-shaped mask. Several long and narrow slit-like gaps were opened horizontally on the face, with points facing downward vertically at the center of each slit. Looking at it, it reminded one of a kendo mask.

Inside one of the slits, two bluish-white eyes suddenly flashed and s.h.i.+ned sharply. He slowly lifted his left leg and stomped the floor heavily. The piled up slime there went flying left and right with a splash.

While he took another step with his left leg, Haruyuki’s eyes were drawn in by Cyan Pile’s exposed right arm. What—was that!?

There was no arm-like glove on his right arm. It was connected to a pipe from the elbow onwards.

The pipe had a diameter of fifteen centimeters and a length of one meter. Furthermore, the sharp tip of a rod, which stuck out from an aperture on it and seemed to be installed in the pipe, was emitting a glaring and dangerous radiance.

Cyan Pile’s attribute, based on the color of the armor that wrapped around his entire body, was «Close Range Blue». Moreover, according to Kuroyukihime, this was exceedingly close to the pure color of blue. So, that sharp rod shouldn’t be a projectile weapon.

But even as Haruyuki thought that, he couldn’t help moving back another step.

As if he was tormenting the stock-still slender Silver Crow, Cyan Pile took one slow step, then another down the organic metal hallway. Then, his movements suddenly stopped.

That mask with parallel slits turned to look at the surroundings.

The voice that flowed out from inside that was—darkly warped, but that was certainly the refres.h.i.+ng voice that he had heard for so long, of his best friend Tak.u.mu.

“Hmm, so this is the «Purgatory» stage. It’s been a while since I’ve seen it. What were its attributes again?”

In the face of that carefree chatting, Haruyuki unconsciously opened his mouth.

“Ta…Taku…”

SUGYAAAAAH!!

Suddenly swinging it, the steel rod of Cyan Pile’s right arm ate into the metal wall of the hallway, and unseemly tore it up. Scattered metal sc.r.a.ps, slime and crushed unknown bugs fell and dripped down onto the floor.

Haruyuki gulped back down his words and cringed in fear with a ‘HIKUN!’.

Fleetingly looking at his reaction, Cyan Pile continued speaking further in a cheerful voice.

“As expected, it’s hard. Destroying this stage may be a little difficult.”

Thud. He resumed walking, and his big blue frame approached before Haruyuki’s eyes as if leaning over him.

“Haru…Haru. As usual, the way you operate a virtual desktop is so fast. Though all I had left to do was pull the Duel b.u.t.ton, you broke in just before that.”

“Ta…k.u.mu…”

—So it really is you. Why? Since when?

Since when on earth have you been a Burst Linker?

Before Haruyuki could give voice to the questions swirling in his chest, Cyan Pile uttered more words.

“To think you would become a Burst Linker…I’m shocked. Yesterday, I couldn’t keep myself completely calm as expected. I never thought that my best friend would betray me like that, right, Haru?”

“Ta…k.u.mu…N…No, that’s not it. That was…”

The words that Haruyuki blurted out in a hoa.r.s.e voice were drowned out by the loud sound of the steel rod hitting against the wall again.

“…How was it, Haru? How did it feel to direct connect on Chii-chan’s bed? How did it feel to hug her? How did Chii-chan’s body feel as you touched her while thinking about me?”

—That isn’t Tak.u.mu. Haruyuki cried that out without saying it.

That isn’t the Taku I know. Taku wouldn’t say such things. Always bright and refres.h.i.+ng, never showing any negative feelings at all, that is Tak.u.mu.

Cyan Pile was someone else. Surely, he’s put a Backdoor in Tak.u.mu’s Neuro Linker as well and is connecting from somewhere far away.

Haruyuki desperately tried to tell himself that.

But, at the same time, the presence that he had felt back then.

Haruyuki was strongly aware that the presence he had felt when he had direct connected with Chiyuri and discovered the virus in her Neuro Linker, of someone lurking deep inside there, watching and listening intently, was exactly the same as the presence he felt densely rising up from the blue duel avatar in front of him.

And, possibly, it might have been the same as the fleeting glances that Tak.u.mu had given towards the playing Haruyuki and Chiyuri since long ago, from the time that the three of them had been small children.

“Taku…It was you.”

The words that Haruyuki emitted from beneath his silver helmet resounded so sharply and strongly that it surprised even himself.

“It was you that put that virus in Chiyu’s Neuro Linker. You secretly connected to Chiyu, and peeked through her memory, sight and hearing as you pleased!”

“Please don’t call it a virus.”

Stopping just five meters away from Haruyuki, the huge avatar lightly spread out his left hand in a stylish manner that was the only thing like Tak.u.mu.

“Chii-chan is my girlfriend. So it’s only natural that we direct connect. And direct connecting is the same thing as presenting your Neuro Linker to your partner. Things like circ.u.mventing pa.s.sword authentication, exposing the deepest parts of one’s local memory, looking at any file and installing any kind of program, it’s all acceptable. Am I wrong? Haru, even you …”

Haruyuki felt that, inside the thin slits cut across Cyan Pile’s mask, there was a warped smile on the face that he couldn’t see.

“Even you direct connected with Chii-chan, and secretly looked through her memory, didn’t you? What’s more, you’re not even her boyfriend either. The one who took advantage of Chii-chan’s kindness and pretended to be pitiful was you, wasn’t it?”

“Th…That’s…”

“You’ve always been like that since long ago, Haru.”

As Cyan Pile began to speak in a calm voice, a big metallic bug with a weird shape tried to pa.s.s by on the wall to the right of him.

Cyan Pile lifted the giant needle of his right arm with a casual gesture, and lightly pierced the back of the bug with it. Stopped on the wall and making squeaking noises, the bug furiously waved its countless legs as it tried to escape.

“Always, always since long ago, you kept saying to Chii-chan, ‘Aren’t I pitiful? Aren’t I pathetic? That’s why, be kind to me. Care for me more.’ Even if you didn’t use words, in your behaviour, in your eyes…No, it could be seen in your existence itself.”

Making a wet squishy noise, the needle sank further into the sh.e.l.l of the bug. Grew fluid scattered around, and the virtual bug began to wriggle and struggle even more.

“Girls sure are incomprehensible. Compared to when she holds hands with me, Chii-chan seems to be enjoying herself more when she’s pulling your hand while grumbling and complaining. She always looks so much happier by looking after you and meddling in your business, since long ago…Did you know? Whenever she goes anywhere, she always carries a huge toweling handkerchief. For the sweaty you.”

BACHA!!

And with a horrifying noise, the bug was crushed, and its dark green sh.e.l.l and legs scattered about along with slime.

As the bug’s fluids dripped from the needle, the half-dumbfounded Haruyuki asked Cyan Pile.

“That’s why…? That’s why you confessed to Chiyu two years ago? Looking like you were impatient…?”

“It wasn’t ‘like’, I was impatient. If things were left as they were, Chii-chan would have tried to keep looking after you for the rest of her life, you know? Like one of those old-fas.h.i.+oned manga that you have archived. ‘Since you’re no good without me around, I’ll marry you.’ —Ah, could it have been your plan to induce Chii-chan into that as well?”

‘Hahahaha’, Cyan Pile gave a seemingly pleasant laugh, but which contained a distorted echo that made one shudder.

No. That’s not it—

Tak.u.mu, you’re wrong. Chiyuri definitely didn’t enjoy looking after the pitiful me. She was seriously worried and suffered.

But, Haruyuki didn’t know how to express those thoughts in words to Tak.u.mu. Because when looking at everything from the surface, what Tak.u.mu said was true to some extent.

Cyan Pile’s foot took another step towards the stock-still Haruyuki.

“When Chii-chan chose me two years ago, I was so happy. I thought that Chii-chan also finally understood. That it was much better to be happy at my side, than going through hards.h.i.+ps by looking after Haru. That…was the pragmatic decision after all.”

“Pragma…tic?”

“‘We can’t stay children forever’, right?”

Those were the words that Haruyuki had told Chiyuri yesterday. Cyan Pile lifted the tip of his green-dyed metallic needle in the air as if asking for agreement.

“Even Chii-chan is a girl…no, a woman. She eventually realized that having a boyfriend you can boast about to your friends, a happy marriage, and a satisfying life is what true «happiness» is. That’s why I also worked hard. I studied desperately to enter my current school, and trained my body by running every day. While you were playing worthless games and spent time fast asleep, Haru.”

“You…do you seriously mean that?”

Still unable to gather his thoughts, Haruyuki cried that out almost reflexively.

“Do you seriously believe that Chiyu chose you over some calculation like that!?”

“I don’t like how you call it ‘calculating’. It’s looking at everything from an impartial point of view.”

‘Fufufu’, Cyan Pile laughed once again.

“Chii-chan has the right to be happy. The right to go out with me, who has the first place results among the first years at school and is the munic.i.p.al tournament champion in kendo.”

“……”

Haruyuki sharply drew in a breath, and took in even more.

As I thought, this isn’t Tak.u.mu.

I don’t believe, I don’t want to believe at all that this is Tak.u.mu’s true nature. Something has warped him.

Certainly, Haruyuki and Chiyuri were also partly to blame for it. While going out with Tak.u.mu, Chiyuri putting feelings towards Haruyuki. That was also part of what drove Tak.u.mu into a wall.

But—what changed Tak.u.mu far more greatly than that was, most likely.

“…You’re wrong, Taku.”

Haruyuki lifted up his silver mask and stared straight at the sharp eyes of Cyan Pile.

“The first place position, the champions.h.i.+p, those aren’t your power. That’s Brain Burst’s…«accelerations»’s power. Since when? Since when did you become a Burst Linker?”

For a short while, silence filled the Purgatory stage.

A group of small bugs pa.s.sed by their feet, and steam like that of a living being’s sometimes rose from the creases that opened up along the wall.

Since it had started from 1800, the countdown had already pa.s.sed through 200 seconds. At the same time as the hundred-digit column became ‘5’, Cyan Pile spoke out.

“It’s my power.”

He pointed his right arm’s needle straight at Haruyuki.

“«Acceleration» is my power. My power, from fostering my apt.i.tude by immersing myself in intellectual training software in my Neuro Linker to the point of hating it ever since I was an infant! It’s only been a year since I became a Burst Linker. The captain of my kendo club is my «Parent»…and a close-aide of the «Blue King». He had great expectations for me. I became a cadet for the elite guards. But…”

GAGYAAAAAN!!

He greatly swung his right arm and engraved several scars into the wall.

“It’s too late!! You’ve only recently become a Burst Linker, haven’t you!? And you think you’ve become my equal with just that, Haru!? Since you have confidence in your «acceleration» power, you think you can get back Chii-chan again!? It’s no good, Haru. You can’t win against me. Whether it be in studying, sports, Chii-chan’s feelings…and of course, even in this Accel World. I’ll make you understand. Understand my power…against that weak duel avatar of yours.”

s.h.i.+NE!! Both of Cyan Pile’s eyes emitted a dreadful light.

He’s serious. Tak.u.mu seriously intends to fight.

Inside Haruyuki, there were still feelings like, ‘If I exhaust all my words, he’ll understand. I want to explain Chiyuri’s and also my true feelings. I don’t want to fight like this.’

But, if Haruyuki lost here.

Cyan Pile would duel with Black Lotus again. And would hunt while she’s unconscious. At that instant, Kuroyukihime would lose all her points, and also lose her acceleration ability at the same time.

Just that. Whatever else happened, he had to prevent just that.

“…Taku. You certainly are amazing. You can study, play sports, and are so cool. You have all the things that I don’t have.”

Looking down, Haruyuki murmured in a subdued voice.

But, immediately after, he stared straight at Cyan Pile and shouted sharply.

“But, you’re an idiot. You’re a great big idiot!”

“…What? I’m an idiot?”

“That’s right, because you can’t win against me! Have you forgotten? Since long ago, in just how many games were you able to win against me?”

“…Haru. Haru.”

There was a laugh mixed in there, but it was a fierce-sounding voice.

“Then, right here and now…I’ll make you lose the last of your pride!!”

BANG!! Cyan Pile’s boots kicked off from the floor.

With that, he shortened the two-meter distance between them with an amazing speed that didn’t suit his huge body.

But, as expected, compared to the charge of Ash Roller’s bike, it was slow.

I’ll slip past him. And then move to somewhere more s.p.a.cious. The entrance hall…no, the rooftop.

Haruyuki concentrated his focus on Cyan Pile’s right hand. The opponent was a close-combat type, so as long as he didn’t enter the range of that needle, he wouldn’t receive damage.

After seeing Cyan Pile’s movements as he drew back his right arm in preparation, Haruyuki also dashed in order to escape to the opposite side of him.

Silver Crow’s speed, which nearly his only redeeming feature, seemed to be unexpected for the opponent as well. With a hint of a little surprise, the right arm drew an arc and stuck out towards Haruyuki.

—I can dodge it!!

While predicting the attack trajectory, Haruyuki lowered his posture and tried to cut across right next to Cyan Pile’s left leg.

GASHUN!!

At that moment, an unexpected sound rang out.

In the corner of Haruyuki’s wide-open sight, flames spouted out from the tail end of the thick pipe attached to Cyan Pile’s right arm.

From the pointed end at the front, a s.h.i.+ning and thick steel needle shot out at a speed he couldn’t follow.

It seemed to be a device that extended out double its original length instead of a firearms-type weapon, but that range was enough to catch Silver Crow.

CLANG!! Haruyuki heard an unpleasant breaking noise go through his body.

At the same time, an impact. And a numb-like dull pain.

Haruyuki saw the tip of the steel needle cut pierce through and cut off his arm from the left elbow.

Haruyuki belatedly remembered that «pile» meant «stake».

Falling on the floor while emitting sparks from its end, his arm immediately smashed into thousands of small fragments and vanished.

His health gauge in the left corner of his vision also suddenly decreased by almost 30% from that single attack.

But, Haruyuki didn’t have the time to regret receiving such great damage so quickly right at the start. While his posture was destroyed and he endured having his back noisily strike the hallway’s wall and falling down, Haruyuki saw the still-extended brutal steel needle—no, steel stake be stored back into Cyan Pile’s right arm.

It was clear that, the instant the sake was reloaded in the launcher tube, it would fire that terrible attach attack again.

Its attack attribute was most likely «piercing».

The metal-color Silver Crow should have resistance against that. For it to have torn apart his arm with a single blow despite that, was it because the place that was. .h.i.t was bad, or because there was a difference of three levels between them, or was it more simply Cyan Pile’s strength?

Even as he instantly considered those things, Haruyuki readjusted his posture and created distance between them by jumping far.

Like that, he dashed in the direction of the entrance hall at full power without looking back.

“Hahaha! What, are you going to suddenly run away, Haru!!”

Plunging into the hall as if urged forward by that warped laughter which sounded behind him, Haruyuki quickly ran his gaze over the surroundings.

The long benches that were lined up in the waiting s.p.a.ce had changed into cast iron with thorns poking out of them like some medieval torture device, and the reception counter to the right had rusted barbed wire twined around it. Naturally, there were no signs of people.

And behind the counter was the thing he was looking for. Elevator doors.

In the «End of the Century» stage, you couldn’t enter inside the buildings and so naturally the elevators wouldn’t function either, but if it was the «Purgatory» stage where the indoor was reconstructed in such detail, it may function.

Rus.h.i.+ng over to it, Haruyuki hit the skull-shaped b.u.t.ton next to the door, which had turned into ferocious-looking iron grill bars, while praying. Sure enough, with a grave metallic thud and clang, the iron grill opened up left and right. He clutched his right hand while thinking ‘Alright!’.

From behind him, the thudding footsteps of Cyan Pile approached moment by moment.

Plunging into the prison cell-like elevator box, he slammed his right hand into the b.u.t.ton engraved with an ‘R’. Quickly, move quickly.

Just as the iron grill closed with a frustratingly slow speed, something hit the door with a loud clang. Sticking through the s.p.a.ce of about five centimeters between the grills was a s.h.i.+ning sharp tip.

“…!!”

Stopping himself from nearly letting out a scream, Haruyuki sprang back at once and pressed his back against the wall.

GASHUN!!

The steel stake, which was launched while pus.h.i.+ng and bending the grill a little, stopped just barely a few centimeters in front of Silver Crow’s thin abdomen.

At the same time has that brutal radiance was pulled back out, the box finally shook with a clattering and the elevator began to rise.

“Hahaha! Hahahahaha!!”

As that howling laughter continued to stick close from below his feet, Haruyuki stamped his right foot down hard and tore it away.

Getting out on the rooftop, Haruyuki turned his gaze around while taking a rough breath.

“……”

His eyes widened unconsciously.

The sky of the «Purgatory» stage was filled with a creepy yellow light, and darkish clouds were swelling up there like living creatures. The surrounding streets, which should have originally been at the center of the Sugunami area, had uniformly changed into a strange living creature-like form, and s.h.i.+ned in a slimy dark-red rusty color.

The group of lance-like spires that could be seen over that way seemed to be the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Office in s.h.i.+njuku and the skysc.r.a.pers that surrounded it.

Just how far did this stage spread? As Haruyuki thought that, he suddenly noticed something and held his breath.

There were people.

No, those silhouettes were too strange to be called human. Lined up in small groups on the surrounding buildings that were taller than the hospital, they looked down at Haruyuki. They were unknown Burst Linkers—spectators.

Why!? After a moment of astonishment, Haruyuki finally realized.

Haruyuki was currently cut off from the Global Net, but the other person in this duel, Tak.u.mu, was probably globally connected just before the match had started. The reason why he would go so far as to risk the danger letting others intrude was unknown, but in any case this stage was opened to the outside and Burst Linkers who had registered Cyan Pile and Silver Crow in their automatic gallery had appeared as a result.

However, even if there was a gallery, there was no great difference to the situation.

The light blue arrow cursor that was visible in his vision began to change direction slowly as it slightly trembled, indicating that Cyan Pile had also gotten on the elevator and was heading towards the roof.

After moving about ten meters across the vast roof, Haruyuki turned around to face the elevator door. In this place, there was plenty of s.p.a.ce to dodge and evade unlike the hallway.

I’ve already grasped the range of Cyan Pile’s steel stake with my body. If I’m careful and pay attention to the direction of his right, it should be possible to dodge it. Don’t be afraid. I have to do it.

As Haruyuki told himself that, the elevator stopped with a clang ahead of him, and the door slowly opened left and right.

As his huge figure rubbed against the box that fully enclosed him, Cyan Pile stepped out onto the roof, and the eyes within his slits glowed weakly.

“…I see. If it’s here, you’ll be able to use the strategy of hit-and-run by darting about, Haru…no, Silver Crow.”

“And your body build must have been getting hot down there.”

“Ahaha, to think you of all people would say such a thing.”

While letting out deep-throated laugh, Cyan Pile slowly began to move forward.

Haruyuki lowered his posture and measured the distance between them.

He shouldn’t have been able to see through Silver Crow’s speed yet. A chance to win lay only there. Before his eyes can get accustomed to it, seize victory no matter what.

Just before his heavy-looking boot took its fourth step and connected with the ground, Haruyuki kicked off the ground with all his strength.

The air range in his ears with a swis.h.i.+ng sound, and he instantly got close to that huge blue figure.

Cyan Pile’s right arm followed the straight-rus.h.i.+ng Haruyuki while aiming.

—Here!!

Haruyuki unexpectedly took off from his left leg, and swung his course to the right. The steel stake then shot out at ultra-high speed along with a yell. It was nearly impossible to react after seeing it launch, but if you antic.i.p.ate its collision path beforehand—it’s possible!

The tip of the steel stake stopped just short of Haruyuki’s left cheek as he drew an arc and circled around to Cyan Pile’s left side. While feeling heat on his cheek as if it burned, Haruyuki kicked off the ground with his right leg using all his strength, and—

“U…raaah!!”

Haruyuki’s right fist drive into Cyan Pile’s virtually open flank. A strong reaction. The huge blue body shook.

More—Keep going!!

Running after Cyan Pile’s back as his body spun and turned around, Haruyuki dashed forward with another step and this time lodged a right spin-kick into the enemy’s left calf. As Cyan Pile lost his balance, Haruyuki sent a final left knee-kick to the middle of his back.

BANG!! A heavy impact. His huge figure bent forward in a ‘く’ shape.

Staggeringly making some distance between them, Cyan Pile groaned hatefully.

“Guh…as…as expected, you really are good at games, Haru. But, such weak attacks have no effect… at all!!”

WHOOSH, just barely avoiding the left fist that was swung at him, Haruyuki rolled his body with that momentum and buried his right heel into the back of Cyan Pile’s defenseless protruding neck.

“Gguuuuuh!!”

Blocking his ears to the crus.h.i.+ng scream from Tak.u.mu’s voice, Haruyuki continued his rush further.

He unleashed a combo without pause using not only both his legs and right arm, but even his torn-up left arm too.

Before he knew it, scream-like shouts also started coming out from his own mouth as well.

“You… idiot!! You great big idiot!! Chiyu!! Chiyu didn’t want for you to be first place among the first years, the metropolitan tournament champion, or anything like that!!”

Jumping high using a front kick he desperately fired as a kick-off point, Haruyuki grabbed Cyan Pile’s mask and hit his own silver helmet against it with all his strength.

CRACK, with a breaking sound, part of the blue mask broke and fell.

As Cyan Pile lost his balance and fell to the ground on his back, Haruyuki sat on top of his chest and kept repeatedly hitting with his right fist.

“Chiyu only wished for you to stay as you were!! The one making her see only the past, who is making her think ‘I want to return to the old days’, is you, Tak.u.mu!! The only one that changed among us is you!!”

Without thinking of anything, he cried out those words in a violent fury.

But, just as Haruyuki’s voice resounded, both of Cyan Pile’s eyes let out a shudderingly cold and strong light beneath his fissure-like slits.

“Don’t…get…”

Suddenly, both of Cyan Pile’s thick arms crossed together with a jerk as if protecting himself.

But, Haruyuki didn’t immediately realize that this wasn’t a defensive movement.

“Don’t get c.o.c.kyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!”

At the same time as he fully expanded his two arms to the left and right, the sharp tips of over ten stakes rose to the surface of Cyan Pile’s bodysuit from chest to belly with a ‘HOGOGOGOGO’ noise.

What!? This is bad—Dodge—

But, the instant that Haruyuki tried to kick off the ground with both legs and jump away.

“—«Splash Stingeeeeeeeeer»!!”

ZUDODODODODO!!

Along with a rapid-fire sound like a heavy machine gun, the many stakes were shot straight at Haruyuki from close range.

“Kkuooo!!”

He somehow managed to avoid the stakes flying towards his head and the middle of his chest. However, immediately after, Haruyuki received dreadful impact to his left shoulder, left flank and right knee, and was blown high up like sc.r.a.pped garbage and then fell back down to the floor of the rooftop on his back.

“Guh…hah…!!”

A gasp mixed with a shout was squeezed out from his throat. His vision flickered, and a dull and heavy pain coursed through his whole body. He couldn’t believe that this was virtual damage being transmitted from his Neuro Linker.

What on earth—was that just now!?

As Haruyuki supported himself on his right arm and somehow lifted up his upper body, Cyan Pile sluggishly stood up first in front of him.

“Ku…fu, fufufufufu.”

As if some screws had come loose in him, laughter slowly leaked out from beneath Cyan Pile’s blue mask.

“Kufufufu. You’ve…pushed me around quite vigorously, haven’t you? I was just a little surprised. But…after all, you are an annoying little bug. It seems you even expressly built up my special technique gauge.”

“Special…technique…”

While murmuring that, Haruyuki checked the gauges in the upper part of his vision once again.

Of the thick health gauges that extended left and right, Cyan Pile had 60% left. He had received damage beyond words during Haruyuki’s rush. But Haruyuki’s, due to directly receiving those blindly fired stakes just now, already had only about 30% left.

And, another light green gauge extended beneath each of their health gauges.

Cyan Pile’s was s.h.i.+ning clearly close to 70%. In comparison, Haruyuki’s was nearly full to the tank.

“Hey, hey, don’t tell me you’re only hearing about it for the first time, Silver Crow.”

While letting out ‘Kukuku’ laughter, Cyan Pile slowly began to move forward.

“The exchange of special techniques is the essence of «duels». The «Splash Stinger» just now was my Level 2 special technique. It’s an ideal attack for shooting down noisy little bugs, right? Oh, speaking of which, your gauge should have also built up a lot. Please, by all means, use it as much as you like as well.”

Haruyuki clenched his teeth hard.

The only special technique provided to Silver Crow, «Headb.u.t.t», couldn’t hope to oppose Cyan Pile’s technique that had a much long range than his. Furthermore, its motions were long and obvious, as though clearly saying that he was preparing to attack.

…d.a.m.n it, I don’t need something like a special technique. I have my fist, feet and speed.

At the same time as his swaying vision settled down, Haruyuki threw all his strength into his right leg in order to quickly stand up.

But.

He heard a horrible cracking noise.

And a metallic clanking noise from his body falling back onto the ground.

As he confusedly looked down, what lay in front of him was a thin silver leg, which had been pierced by a stake shot and broke off from the knee—

“Aha, ahahahahaha!!”