Hisoka sped off at the speed of light, running as fast as his skills allowed him (which was exceedingly fast). He was no Lightening-Flash-Asuna but he was fast. The promise of seeing Kirito again sped him along, glancing every so often at his map, to check he was going the right way. His breath caught in his throat; he had been running for almost two days now, barely stopping to eat. He did sleep last night, but ended up oversleeping and berated himself something fierce for the lack of discipline it showed. Then a thought popped into his mind, why was he torturing himself like this, that is what his grandfather did, that's what he was finally getting away from.
Mountains and streams flashed beneath his feet, never in one place long enough to admire the scenery. He had met many players, some had challenged him, Estranged Justice sliced through them with ease, leaving them red and made of tiny triangles. He stopped once after he had killed one of them, seeing the player watch with a scared expression, before a flaming ball reappeared.
"I apologise." Hisoka said quietly, before running off again. He was now going on two days without food but boundless energy to be in the place he loved. As time went on, Hoshi picked up some flight techniques, he wasn't brilliant, but he was getting there, and things felt more natural as the wings began to feel more like limbs than virtual devices. Things were slow going, however, his speed skill easily five times that of his fight skill, he began to fly more often, learning a bit about his race from friendly players and passing NPCs, learning the limits of his potential which should hurt but… It didn't which he found rather odd.
Soon enough, he paused to rest for a second night, coming to the entrance of a cave. "Do I go in?" He whispered, before looking at his map. Yes. Yes he went into the cave. Running once more, he set off, following the marker of his only friend - Kirito. He was somewhere in the cave… Near the middle, it seems. As he ran he felt the excitement spread throughout his body, his lips turning into a smile, which then dripped slowly off at the sound of a large explosion as he enters a large room.
It's rather dome like, larger than any city he's seen in ALfheim so far, it sat on a sort of island, allowing nine different paths to cut across the sparkling Crystal Lake that held shadows within its depths. The explosion came from two paths over, a small, blonde woman Hisoka recognises as a Sylph as a beast devours an entire group of Salamanders. He watches in awe as the creature's eyes glow red, the second-to-last Salamander grinded between the beast's teeth and the beast seems to disappear in a puff of smoke. Hoshi had been watching from the path he had taken before there was a chorus of laughter - Kirito's laughter! Hisoka looked at the water between them, cursing.
He decided to go to the town and get the equipment required of the Silver Knight. "Do you know where I could get a mask?" Hisoka asked a vendor, who smiled at him,
"Why yes! There is a shop that makes custom orders for masks, hats and anything to attach to a player's face, its three shops down! Would you like to buy anything here?" He asked, to which Hisoka replied,
"What do you sell?" Hisoka asked, on edge about missing Kirito, if he would go straight through the city and forget all about meeting Hisoka. The stall vendor smiled kindly,
"Armour and clothing; no offence, Imp, but it looks like you need both!" The stall vendor said, eyeing Hisoka's new, white hair that had purple threaded through it, Hisoka brushed a hand over it self-consciously, blushing. His again wished for a mask as his new skin was tinted with purple and the blush that was raised on his cheeks was purple in hue.
"Do you have cloaks?" He asked, the stall vendor chortled, making Hisoka smile slightly,
"Of course! I happen to be the best seamstress this side of the world tree!" He said, proudly, making Hisoka smile, making a mental note to visit the mask shop soon.
"Have you heard of a player called…? The Silver Knight?" Hisoka asked, raising an eyebrow. The stall vendor got very serious, eyeing Hisoka with a suspicious gaze,
"Yes, one of my three signature cloaks is designed after his. The other two being the Black Swordsman and The Lightning Flash… Why do you ask?" Hisoka felt his stomach leap which was hard to mask without his mask.
"May I please buy the Silver Knight cloak - the best quality you can afford?" Hisoka said, before the stall vendor cast a gaze at Hisoka's current attire.
"I'm not sure you can afford it." He said, making Hisoka scoff, angered by this statement and glad he retained his money from SAO.
"Money will not be a problem." Hisoka spat, before the vendor resentfully produced the cloak. It was exactly the same as the one from SAO, which he found exceedingly odd, then it occurred to him. "You were in SAO, weren't you? No-one else knows who those three are but someone from SAO." The vendor smiled, before nodding.
"I'm guessing you were there too. What is your interest in the Killer of Killers?" He asked, tipping his head to the side, analysing Hisoka, who cast his gaze to the floor,
"I am the Killer of Killers." He said, quietly, making the vendor jump slightly, "That doesn't exempt me from the cost, what is it?" He asked, making the vendor tremble, he held his hands out for the money forgetting that the currency was not physical, muttering the price. Hisoka paid, smiling at the vendor, "I'll come back here. The cloaks are nice." The vendor let out a relieved sigh, waving Hisoka off, smiling.
The situation was very different in the mask shop, the owner outright laughing at Hisoka's want for such a plain mask. Hisoka couldn't explain the situation to owner, just requested it be ready very soon. The owner asked how soon.
"How soon can you have it?" Hisoka asked, the owner having ceased his fits of laughter thought seriously,
"Five minutes if you can pay." The owner said, looking at Hisoka's jacket, he nodded approvingly. Hisoka smirked.
"Deal."