Chapter Summary: Kirito returns to the Town of Beginning, where he meets with Zangetsu. There, he breaks down and tells Zangetsu everything that happened to him.
Chapter Nineteen…
Kirito's Confession!
24th of November 2027 - Town of Beginning:
The midday sun beat down on the Town of Beginnings as Kirito materialised back into its familiar cobblestone streets. No sooner had he arrived than a translucent Quest Window bloomed in his vision, startling him.
System Announcement!
Help Build Stables (COMPLETED)
Collect enough wood, metal and leather to build Stables.
Reward(s)
Stables Opens.
New Quest - Please wait for the announcement of the new quest.
See Reynard for Activity Rewards.
"So, they already finished this quest." Kirito murmured to himself, a flicker of surprise briefly tugging at his lips. It had only been a matter of a few days since the quest was issued, yet here it was, marked as completed. He'd anticipated at least a week, maybe more, considering no one had any idea of the sheer volume of resources required. Still, as he pondered it, the prize was obvious. 'Guess the promise of mounts was too tempting to resist.' he mused.
Mounts, after all, promised swift travel, a stark contrast to the tiresome treks on foot. The fact that players would pool their efforts to secure this reward shouldn't have been a shock.
The system announcement had sent ripples through the town. Kirito observed players huddled in groups, their voices a low hum of excited chatter. They talked about the empty area just outside the town walls, the designated location for the stables and future player housing, their conversations swirling with theories about what kind of mounts would be available.
Kirito shared the same curiosity. He remembered only horses on the First Floor during the beta, but knowing Kayaba, he seriously doubted the game developer would stick with something so ordinary. 'It would be interesting to see what that bastard has dreamed up. It's bound to be something unexpected.' he thought, a hint of anticipation colouring his tone.
Kirito navigated the throng of players, his purpose leading him toward his next destination: the Nightingale Guild. He needed to inquire about the quest he was currently pursuing, expressly if it permitted assistance or if he had to face it alone. It was something he'd considered en route. Some quests were strictly solo endeavours, forcing players to confront challenges personally. However, some of the larger ones, though rare, allowed for a division of labour, splitting the work between at least two parties. He hoped this quest fell into the latter category.
He hadn't participated in the stables quest, preferring to focus on levelling up and honing his skills. As such, he wouldn't receive any Activity Rewards from Reynard beyond the use of the stables themselves. There was no reason to visit the Tian.
As for the wait for the next quest, Kirito suspected it was contingent upon the construction of the stables. The initial quest was to collect materials, not to actually build the structure, and given how the game operated, the construction process would likely take some time. Until it was complete, everyone would have to bide their time before the next quest appeared.
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Short While Later:
About an hour later, Kirito found himself back at the Sword Training School, a familiar space where he knew Zangetsu and his group would now be. He felt a surge of relief, knowing that his visit to the Nightingale Guild had yielded valuable information. As long as he could take down twenty Black Widow thieves and thirty Shadow Wolf Fang members, others could help him finish the rest. This was crucial knowledge; he could ask Zangetsu and his group for assistance.
Perhaps if he asked Klein and explained the situation, she and her group might also lend a hand. He wasn't fully sure he trusted her yet; his experiences with Kayaba had left him with a deep-seated wariness of new faces. However, in the brief time he'd spent with her on the first day when the game started, helping her to learn about the game, he felt a basic level of trust – enough, at least, to ask for help. Earning his complete trust would take time, and he knew it would be equally difficult for her to adapt to killing NPCs who died like real people, blood, gut and all that, instead of dissolving into pixels. Still, he didn't know who else to turn to in this situation.
With a deep breath, he spotted Zangetsu and Yoruichi guiding the other Players. He approached them, and, as if on cue, Zangetsu's gaze landed on him. He turned to his daughter, "Yoruichi, please keep an eye on the class; I need to speak with Kirito."
"Yes, Father." Yoruichi replied with a smile, stepping in to help the students with their sword techniques.
Zangetsu then made his way to Kirito, greeting him warmly, "Hey, Kirito, how are you doing?"
Kirito stopped mid-sentence, his steps faltering as they left the training area. "I'm, o-" he began, but the words caught in his throat, replaced by a sharp, internal tremor. He wasn't okay. That much was achingly clear. His hands, usually so steady with a blade, were now betraying him with a nervous, persistent shake. The night before had been a horrifying collision of violation and manipulation.
The memory of being forced to be with Rukia, all part of some pervert's twisted game orchestrated with mind control, churned in him. It was an attempt to make the young teen become just like the pervert, to like younger girls.
The revelation that the same sickening system had been used on him the first night of the Death Game, forcing him into a similar act with Aiko, sent shivers of revulsion and confusion coursing through him. It was too much – the violation, the manipulation, the utter lack of control over his own body and mind. He was adrift in a sea of conflicting emotions, unable to discern what was real and what was forced.
"Kirito, are you okay?" Zangetsu inquired, his voice tinged with genuine concern. He observed Kirito's abrupt halt and the way his hands trembled slightly, creating a striking dissonance with the young man's typically resolute character. Kirito was known for his unwavering resolve and strength; seeing him exhibit such vulnerability was unsettling. Zangetsu felt a knot tighten in his stomach, worried that something deeper was troubling his capable student.
"Honestly, no, no, I'm not okay." Kirito admitted, his voice a hushed sigh. He led them down an empty alleyway, ensuring they were alone with the bare brick walls as their sole companions. He desperately wanted to grapple with this alone, but the weight was crushing him.
Zangetsu's brow furrowed, his concern deepening. He gestured towards a weathered wooden barrel, offering it as a makeshift seat. "Take your time, Kirito. What's bothering you? You know I'm here to listen."
Kirito hesitated about the weight of his burden, which was like physical oppression. He glanced around, ensuring no unwanted eyes could pry. The quietude of the alley was an unwelcome contrast to the chaos within. He inhaled deeply, the stale air filling his lungs as he prepared to speak.
"I know you like to deal with things by yourself, that you're a loner, but you don't have to be," Zangetsu said softly, trying to bridge the gap of silence. "I told you before, and I'll tell you again, I'm more than happy to help." He offered reassurances. "I'm here if you need advice, someone to listen if all you want is to talk, or any other help. As long as I can, I'll try my best to help."
Kirito took several deep breaths, struggling to decide whether to reveal the full extent of his torment. A fear gnawed at him - that his kendo teacher would be disgusted despite knowing it wasn't his fault. The thought was intolerable. But the truth was, he was overwhelmed. The very idea of being manipulated, forced to experience something so violating and then enjoy it, made him feel physically ill.
"I had convinced myself that I would be fine and I could manage everything single-handedly. Yet, after last night's turmoil, I find myself uncertain." he admitted, his voice shaky as the words poured out like an overflowing river. A peculiar warmth washed over him, accompanied by the subtle lifting of a heavy burden he hadn't even realized he was carrying. It was astonishing how such a simple confession brought him a sense of relief, like the first rays of dawn breaking through a long night. Although it felt daunting to open up, he understood that now that the floodgates had been breached, he couldn't hold back until every detail of the story had been shared.
"When this Death Game began, I had to leave the first friend that I made in a long time behind, as she wanted to look for her friends." Kirito explained to the kendo master. "I didn't want to, but I didn't think I could protect them. And from what I knew about the game from the beta, there were so many farming spots I could use before those willing to fight would leave the Town of Beginning and take them over. I needed to get stronger."
Zangetsu listened, his expression thoughtful. "Listen, Kirito," he began, his voice a steady anchor amidst Kirito's turbulent memories, "at that chaotic moment, very few were thinking rationally. Most people were trapped in a primal fight-or-flight response." He leaned back against the wall, his arms folding across his chest, his gaze drifting into the distance. A flicker of pain, a buried memory, danced behind his eyes.
He could still picture it: the panic, the terrified sprints in every direction, the screams that echoed like a haunting melody. Miraculously, no one had died, though minor injuries had been plentiful. He refocused, meeting Kirito's gaze. "Ultimately, I believe you made the right choice."
"But I could have helped them." Kirito's voice was tight with the weight of his guilt. He saw their faces so clearly in his mind's eye, the ones he had left behind to face the chaos on their own. "I abandoned them when they needed me. If fate hadn't intervened with a stroke of luck, they could have been killed."
Zangetsu's response was immediate and firm, surprising Kirito. "You're mistaken, Kirito. You did the right thing." The calm conviction in his tone momentarily stunned Kirito. "Let me ask you something. Do you know how to defend others while also launching an attack? Can you balance watching over them while focusing on your opponent?"
"No." Kirito's frustration was a palpable thing, bubbling beneath the surface. 'Maybe Zangetsu's right, but what if I could have tried just a little harder, what if it was all I needed?' He hated the feeling of inadequacy, the sense of being a powerless observer. "But still, I could have at least tried."
"And then all of you could have died." Zangetsu countered, his voice laced with urgency as he sought to broaden Kirito's perspective. "Sometimes, leaving others behind is necessary to focus on what you can handle. In this case, prioritising your own safety and strengthening your abilities and levelling up was paramount. You wouldn't have been able to get stronger with others weighing you down. This game is unforgiving, Kirito. You must first become stronger before you can truly help others."
"But, I could have -" Kirito's voice trailed off, the uncertainty and self-doubt creeping back in, was he right, or was he just making an excuse?
Zangetsu cut him off, his voice resolute. "No 'buts.' You may not realize it now, but you did the right thing. You need to understand that this is a brutal Death Game, the paramount goal is to grow stronger. If that means leaving certain people behind and concentrating solely on your own survival, then so be it. In this grim situation, what you perceive as a mistake was, in fact, the right choice."
'But does that make me a coward?' Kirito's brows furrowed in internal conflict over Zangetsu's pronouncements. "But what about you and Yoruichi? You're out here helping others, yet you're not levelling up or taking on quests to enhance your strength." His voice was tinged with confusion and concern.
Zangetsu's response was calm and even. "We are, just not at the same pace as you. We've had a different journey." He paused, allowing Kirito time to absorb his words. "I've been honing my skills since I was a teenager, while I've trained Yoruichi since she was able to wield a sword alongside her biological father. You, however, have only recently picked up a sword again and have focused predominantly on that single weapon. Beyond swordsmanship, we've cultivated many other skills to navigate life's challenges over the years. Our levelling up is merely a means to keep pace with the escalating strength of the monsters we face."
The revelation opened up a whole new dimension to Kirito's perception. He had viewed them through a narrow lens, never truly grasping the depth of their experience and capabilities. 'Just who are they?' he wondered quietly, aware of Zangetsu's involvement with a secret Task Force but ignorant of the full extent of his skills and the years of training with his son and step-daughter. This new awareness left him restless with questions.
Lost in his thoughts, he struggled to express the turmoil within but found himself confiding in his mentor. "Anyway, after leaving my first friend in the game behind, I ventured off to retrieve a desperately needed sword. And, well, you know what transpired after that." A wave of bitterness washed over him at the remembrance of the painful deception and near-fatal experience, the memory of Coper's death heavy on his heart.
"I do, but you must remember to release that blame you hold for his death." Zangetsu's voice was gentle and rich with empathy. "Ultimately, it was his own choices that led to his end." His gaze was steady, conveying the weight of his words. He had not previously perceived the extent to which Kirito was struggling with this burden, having anticipated that other pressing threats would preoccupy him. It was now evident that this memory continued to haunt his thoughts.
'I know he is right,' Kirito thought bitterly, his chest tightening with a mix of guilt and sorrow. 'But if only I had been stronger, faster, maybe Coper wouldn't have died.' The weight of his thoughts hung heavily on him like a dark cloud, suffocating the flicker of hope that once resided in his heart.
He took a deep breath to steady himself and push away the despair. "Back then, I kept pretending, convinced that apart from the supposed death of a player in the real world, everything would return to normal." he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He glanced at his teacher, Zangetsu, who nodded somberly in acknowledgement of his pain.
"I think we all cling to that hope." Zangetsu replied, his voice heavy with empathy but tinged with sadness. He was reluctant to deliver the grim news, but it was a truth that Kirito needed to confront, just as all the others had. "But sadly, it's not the case. Hitsugaya informed me that over two thousand players have perished since the beginning of Sword Art Online." The words hung in the air like a thick fog, suffocating any flicker of optimism. "So dying here does mean death in the real world."
Zangetsu's heart sank as he watched Kirito's expression darken further, a shadow settling over his youthful features. The anguish in Kirito's eyes was palpable, and Zangetsu understood that this revelation was necessary, no matter how painful. Kirito had to grasp the gravity of their situation - that if he fell into this digital realm, his life would be extinguished in the physical world.
Hitsugaya informed the Kendo Master that whispers of two individuals surviving their virtual deaths circulated among players. Still, Zangetsu opted to withhold that information as Hitsugaya did inform him that they couldn't confirm this before entering the game. He didn't want to instil a false sense of hope in Kirito, who desperately needed to remain focused and serious about the battles they faced. The chance of survival was merely a rumour, and the truth was far more daunting.
Kirito felt the full weight of despair crash over him; Coper was truly gone. The possibility that he and the others could somehow escape this nightmare faded like mist in the morning sun. The harsh reality settled into the core of his being, extinguishing the last flickers of hope he had clung to - that perhaps Kayaba had been lying, and salvation was within their reach. Now, with that hope shattered, all that remained was a deep, consuming grief.
"Listen, Kirito." Zangetsu said, his voice steady but filled with concern. "I know this news may be hard for you to accept, and it's completely understandable to feel upset right now. However, dwelling on it won't change anything." He placed a reassuring hand on Kirito's shoulder, feeling the tension radiating from him. "What you need to focus on is moving forward. Use this experience as motivation to grow stronger and find a way to escape this game. Honour their memories by giving meaning to their deaths. That's your most powerful response in times like these."
As Kirito sat in the dim, shadowy alleyway, the weight of uncertainty hung heavily in the air around him. The remnants of his mentor's words echoed in his mind, but the guilt still gnawed at him like a persistent hunger. Despite knowing his mentor was right, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had fallen short and could have done more to prevent the chaos that had unfolded. This inner turmoil was a puzzle he needed to piece together, yet he pushed it aside for now; more pressing thoughts were demanding his attention.
With a deep breath, he turned to Zangetsu, the man he admired and respected. "Then, after that attempt on my life, I went back to the NPC to finish my quest, as you know." Kirito's voice was steady, but his heart raced as he prepared to divulge a secret - one that had been simmering beneath the surface ever since that fateful night. He swallowed hard, hoping his mentor wouldn't look at him with disappointment as he hesitated. "But there's something I didn't tell you about that night. You see, I stayed with that NPC and, well…" His words faltered, and the confession lodged in his throat like a stubborn piece of food.
Noticing his student's inner conflict, Zangetsu's demeanour softened. He leaned slightly closer, his voice gentle yet firm. "Take it easy. You don't have to share anything you're not comfortable with. Everyone carries secrets they hold close to their hearts. If it's too hard, you can leave this part out."
"No, I need to say this, as it connects to recent events and what's weighing heavily on my mind." Kirito's resolve strengthened with the encouragement of his mentor. The memories of being forced to stay with a child under the influence of mind control haunted him - a chilling reminder of the lack of agency he felt in his own life.
The thought of not knowing how many times he had been manipulated gnawed at him. The pressures of the Death Game loomed significant, and the anxiety of bottling these secrets was suffocating. He had to share this burden, and Zangetsu was the only soul he trusted to understand.
"If that's what you want, take your time." Zangetsu replied, placing a reassuring hand on Kirito's shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. The warmth of his touch radiated a sense of safety, reassuring Kirito that he wouldn't be abandoned during this vulnerable moment. The kendo master recognised the turmoil in his student's eyes; it was clear that Kirito needed an outlet. He couldn't help but wonder what might happen if the teen remained silent, carrying the weight of these secrets alone.
"I stayed with that NPC and, well... I had sex with her." Kirito finally admitted, his face flushed with embarrassment. He couldn't meet Zangetsu's gaze at this. He was worried about the look Zangetsu might be giving him. He didn't want to see the disappointment in his teacher's face.
Zangetsu felt a jolt of shock ripple through him. It wasn't disappointment he felt towards his student, Kirito, but a profound concern. The young man he knew was shy and reserved, not one to make such bold, impulsive choices. He was aware that teens were engaging in sexual activity earlier and earlier, but the fact that Kirito was among them – and within a virtual world, nonetheless – was bewildering. More than the act itself, Zangetsu worried about the state of mind Kirito must have been in when it happened.
'Though, I am shocked that this is even possible.' Zangetsu mused, the concept of intimacy with a virtual character momentarily staggering him. That, however, was an issue for later contemplation. Right now, his focus needed to be on comforting his student.
"At that time, my mind was all over the place, my mental state was all over the place, and I needed a way to escape reality. And with Aiko coming on to me, I decided to give in and have sex with her." Kirito admitted, his voice tinged with shame yet also with an undercurrent of anger. The revelation of being manipulated and not being in control fueled his frustration. Someone outside the game had controlled him.
'That would do it.' Zangetsu thought, a wave of understanding washing over him. He recalled the turmoil of that first day, the fear and despair that had gripped everyone upon realizing they were trapped and that death in the game meant death in reality. It wasn't surprising that Kirito might seek an escape, especially after almost being killed. Still, the intimacy with an NPC was unexpected.
He gently reached out and placed a hand on Kirito's shoulder. "Look at me, Kirito. I'm not ashamed or disappointed in you. Given everything you went through that day, it's understandable that you'd want to forget. You were looking for a way to cope. But," he admitted, a slight furrow creasing his brow, "I am surprised that you had sex with an NPC. It just doesn't seem like you. You're shy, not someone who is naturally comfortable with people." He wasn't trying to be judgmental; he simply stated what he had observed about his student.
"I know." Kirito replied, lifting his gaze to meet his teacher's probing eyes. As their eyes locked, a wave of relief washed over him, soothing the tension knotted in his chest. He was grateful to see nothing but genuine concern reflected back at him, devoid of any judgment. "But the reason I did this is part of why I need to talk to you."
"What do you mean?" Zangetsu queried, his brow furrowing in confusion as he tilted his head slightly, eager to understand the context behind Kirito's words.
"I'll get to that in a moment." Kirito said, his voice steady yet urgent. He felt compelled to share the chain of events that had led him to this pivotal moment, culminating in the mind control incident and his unforeseen encounter with Kayaba. "Anyway, that night until last night, things were somewhat normal. At least as normal as it gets when you're trapped inside a game." He sighed deeply, rising from the barrel he had been perched on.
The cool air brushed against his skin as he began to pace restlessly in the alleyway, the sounds of the bustling city just beyond their secluded spot. "For the past few weeks, I have been tirelessly defeating monsters, embarking on quests, and mastering skills to become stronger. When I finally reached level fifteen, I dedicated my time to searching for the NPC who could start me on the quest to become an alchemist. A few days ago, after a series of challenges, I successfully located and completed the quest, opening the path for everyone to follow. And just yesterday, I proudly stepped into the role of an Alchemist myself."
"Oh, that was you." Zangetsu's expression shifted as he connected the dots, a slow smile spreading across his lips as the realization sank in. "We saw the System Announcement a few days ago but had no idea who initiated it. Congratulations, Kirito, on uncovering the quest and mastering the art of alchemy." He beamed at his student, knowing how significant this achievement was for him, recognizing the hard work and determination that had brought Kirito to this moment.
"Thanks." Kirito muttered, his voice lacking the enthusiasm one might expect at this moment. Despite receiving what he had longed for, a hint of gloom shadowed his eyes.
"You don't sound overly excited about this," Zangetsu observed, a furrow of concern etching across his brow. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? Shouldn't you be filled with excitement?"
"You would think so, wouldn't you?" Kirito responded, his eyes downcast as he considered his teacher's words. "But after everything that happened last night, the excitement just… isn't there." The memories flooded back, vivid and unsettling, twisting his stomach into knots.
The encounter had left him feeling nauseated, especially when he learned he had been manipulated, caught in some web of mind control. He had never imagined such a thing could happen to him, and that realization was a bitter pill to swallow. It was a strange comfort to know he hadn't acted out of his own volition, yet that solace was overshadowed by the grim truth that he had lost control completely.
"What happened?" Zangetsu inquired, genuine concern lacing his voice as he regarded his student. He could sense the turmoil swimming behind Kirito's usually steadfast demeanour and wondered what traumatic experience had rattled his once confident spirit.
Kirito's thoughts spiralled darkly: 'This is it; this is why I'm hesitant to tell him that I had sex with an eleven-year-old.' The implications felt heavy on his conscience. While Zangetsu might not be disappointed by an interaction with a mature NPC, the thought of being involved with someone younger sent a shiver down his spine. What would his teacher think of him then? The image of Zangetsu's disappointed face flashed in his mind, making a bad situation worse. The thought of his mentor, the one person Kirito admired, turning away from him was almost unbearable.
"You see, last night, I, I was, f, forced to have sex with a, an eleven-year-old girl and made me enjoy it when I knew I shouldn't." Kirito told his teacher, showing signs of disgust and hate for himself. The confession ripped from his throat, raw and painful. The words hung heavy in the air, thick with unspoken shame and self-loathing. He could barely look at Zangetsu, shame burning through him. He felt like a monster, and the thought that he might have enjoyed something so wrong made his skin crawl.
As Kirito's thoughts spiralled, the weight of his confession hung heavily in the air, filling him with revulsion. 'There, I said it.' Kirito thought to himself, a wave of disgust washing over him. The reality he faced was painful, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. If Zangetsu had chosen to turn his back on him after hearing this, Kirito would have understood completely.
Deep down, he grappled with the parts of himself that he loathed, wishing fervently he could simply erase them. But the truth was inescapable; no matter how much he wished otherwise, he was trapped in this conflict, unable to escape the essence of who he was. He was disgusted with his own weakness, his inability to resist, and the unwanted pleasure that had followed. This experience had violated his very perception of himself, and the thought of facing judgment from Zangetsu only deepened the wound.
Zangetsu stood frozen, his heart racing as he processed Kirito's revelation. The young man's voice trembled a stark contrast to his usually confident demeanour, leaving Zangetsu taken aback. Out of all the possibilities swirling in his mind, he could never have anticipated this confession.
A deep concern gnawed at him as he absorbed the gravity of Kirito's words - being forced into an intimate encounter with an NPC girl suggested a darker force at play, something sinister lurking just beneath the surface. This wasn't just about a mistake or an error in judgment; it was a violation, a blatant disregard for Kirito's agency. The fact that Kirito had experienced pleasure during this ordeal only complicated things further.
Zangetsu's instincts flared; he could see the turmoil etched on Kirito's face, a mix of confusion and distress. It pained him to realize that this situation was tearing at the very fabric of Kirito's psyche. The young man struggled with the conflicting emotions of reluctance and the unexpected pleasure of the encounter. At that moment, Zangetsu understood that this was not merely a case of desire but a complex web of manipulation and inner conflict. He sensed there was much more to unravel in Kirito's story, and he was determined to help him find clarity amidst the chaos.
This would not be easy, and Zangetsu knew he would have to tread carefully, but he was no less determined to help. He could not abandon his student, especially when he clearly needed help the most. He was not just a teacher but also a mentor and friend, and he would see Kirito through this ordeal. He took a deep breath, searching for the right words, knowing that the next thing he said could profoundly impact Kirito.
He took a deep breath, searching for the right words, aware that his next utterance could have a profound impact. "Listen, Kirito…" he began, his voice low and steady, a warmth lacing his tone that contrasted with the gravity of the situation. "If what you've shared is true, then what transpired last night isn't something you should carry the weight of. The true blame lies with the person who forced you into this situation." A mix of compassion and uncertainty washed over him; this was uncharted territory. As a Kendo Master, his teachings revolved around discipline and strength, but now he found himself navigating the delicate, fragile emotions of a young man grappling with coercion.
Zangetsu's heart ached for Kirito, whose vulnerability was starkly apparent. He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle. He needed to approach this sensitive topic with the utmost care. "Can you please tell me what happened?" he asked softly, his gaze steady and open, encouraging Kirito to find the courage to speak. He needed to understand and grasp the depths of Kirito's experience in order to offer the right support.
"I just learned this today from Kayabe, but someone that he hired, had wanted to… to fuck with me because he - Kayaba - had an interest in me." Kirito explained, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked up, surprised to find not disgust or hate in his teacher's eyes but concern, worry, and deep confusion. Relief washed over him; his teacher didn't hate him.
"Wait, what!? Did you just say you met Kayaba today?" Zangetsu exclaimed, disbelief lacing his voice. His heart hammered against his ribs. He'd always imagined the infamous game creator hidden away, safe from the players he'd trapped. The notion that Kayaba had actively approached Kirito was beyond comprehension.
"Yes, but it wasn't face-to-face; he appeared as a hologram." Kirito replied, bitterness creeping into his tone. He ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his gesture. "Honestly, I think it was better that way, especially since I was so furious I actually tried to kill him."
Zangetsu fell silent, his eyes widening as he processed this shocking information. "Oh…" was all he could manage. The idea that Kirito, a young man he respected for his strong morals, had tried to attack the very man responsible for their imprisonment within the deadly game was staggering. Zangetsu, who often struggled with his own dark impulses, couldn't help but wonder what had shifted within Kirito. How could the once gentle teen, deeply fearful of taking a life, be pushed to such a desperate act?
Even more shocking was the revelation that the previous night's events stemmed from a man hired by Kayaba, motivated by Kayaba's unsettling interest in Kirito. He wasn't sure what to say; the best he could do was listen and learn.
"He came to apologise to me for what happened last night, saying that he holds onto some principles and ethics, no matter how twisted they may seem to me, and that he's not without convictions." said Kirito, his words were a complete shock to Zangetsu. He had never imagined Kayaba apologising for anything, let alone for the actions of his subordinates.
For him to apologise for a sexual assault committed in his name was beyond belief. Kayaba was okay with watching players die, but the moment someone he hired forced Kirito into a sexual encounter with an underage girl, he suddenly gained an unexpected conscience. Sure, she was only an NPC, but still, she was underage.
'What kind of twisted morality does that man have?' Zangetsu wondered, maintaining his silence, needing the full picture before responding.
"He told me that the damn pervert that worked for him set up this scenario to try and make me become… like him, someone who liked young girls." Kirito admitted, a wave of nausea washing over him. The unsettling thought lingered; he wasn't sure if the suggestion had taken root. He wasn't ready to confront that yet.
"But… how did he make this happen?" Zangetsu pressed his voice tight with tension. He struggled to reconcile the image of his disciplined student with the events being described. Was it a game mechanic, a loophole being exploited, or something far more insidious? He believed Kirito had been forced into this situation, but if Kayaba's employee had merely created a scenario, he wasn't sure how the coercion had been enacted. The questions hung heavily in the air, demanding answers and promising a journey into the dark heart of the game and the even darker depths of human depravity.
The dim alleyway seemed to swallow Kirito's footsteps as he paced, the soft scuff of his shoes against the pavement a melancholic rhythm to his thoughts. A pang of sadness resonated within him as he considered the doubt creeping into his teacher, Zangetsu's, gaze.
As he considered it, Kirito could understand the scepticism; if he were in Zangetsu's position, he, too, might struggle to believe such a far-fetched tale. How could one fathom being compelled to act against one's will, driven by unseen forces and cleverly orchestrated circumstances? It might appear as simple as choosing a different path and walking away to an outsider, but the reality was a labyrinth of intricate manipulation.
"I know this may sound like something out of a fantasy novel," Kirito began, his voice tight with urgency, "but whoever orchestrated this employed some form of mind control on me." He delved into detail, painting a vivid picture for his teacher, desperate for Zangetsu to grasp the gravity of his situation.
"Mind control?" Zangetsu echoed his expression, a complex blend of scepticism and reluctant intrigue. He leaned back slightly, silently considering the implications playing out behind his eyes. 'Could someone have finally actually achieved it?' he wondered, a dark undercurrent surfacing in his mind. It had been years since he'd last heard whispers of such a thing, back when it was relegated to the realm of outlandish theories.
"Yes." Kirito confirmed, his eyes wide with unsettling intensity. "Kayaba claimed that on the first night in the Death Game, he implanted a subliminal suggestion in my mind to be with an NPC, while he used the system on others to get them to leave the Town of Beginnings, to fight, grow stronger, and clear the floors." He watched Zangetsu closely, observing the subtle shifts in his face, a dance of disbelief and concern. Sensing an opening, Kirito pressed on, "What do you know about this?"
Zangetsu sighed, his brow furrowing in concentration. "Honestly, not much. Just whispers and rumours that swirl around in the shadows." he admitted, his tone laced with a sombre gravity. "During my time in Gotei 13, aside from the curious research in the Twelfth Division, I caught snippets of conversations concerning research into mind control, but nothing ever materialised. The truth is, outside of drugs and hypnosis - which are notoriously unreliable - there is no known effective method to control someone's actions. I always believed anyone delving into that realm would be under intense scrutiny to ensure no such thing ever came to fruition."
The weight of Kirito's words hung heavy in the air, each syllable a stone added to an already burdensome pile. "Well, it seems that Kayaba managed either to create a mind control program of his own or discovered one that someone else had developed." Kirito explained, the revelation twisting his features with a mix of pain and disbelief.
He ran a hand through his perpetually messy hair, the gesture doing little to alleviate the tension radiating from him. "He mentioned using it almost casually. He was concerned that the game would quickly become tedious if players stayed holed up in the safety of the Town of Beginning and its peaceful surroundings. To combat this, he subtly implanted suggestions in other players' minds, coaxing those who were fourteen or older to venture out into the vast world occasionally, urging them to undertake the daunting challenge of clearing the game. To level up, gain skills and become stronger."
Kirito's expression grew more conflicted as he continued, a frown etching itself onto his lips. "Honestly, I'm torn about this whole situation. On the one hand, I feel a deep sense of violation and shame over what happened to me. I want to lash out at those responsible for this manipulation. But, on the other hand, I can't help but think that there might be a silver lining to it. What if those of us trying to clear the game fail? What if we die? If that happens, the players left behind might be too frightened to continue the fight, leading to a sort of stagnation where no one is willing to keep pushing forward to clear the floors. The only good thing is that it's just suggestions, and so they don't have to follow them if they really don't want to."
Zangetsu listened intently, his gaze unwavering as he witnessed the internal battle raging within Kirito. It was a bizarre paradox: the mind control system had forced Kirito into unwanted, deeply disturbing encounters, yet its potential to motivate players to strive for their freedom was undeniable. Time was slipping away, both in the game and in the real world, and if they didn't act, they risked fading into oblivion.
But Zangetsu was not about to let the conversation stray too far from the core issue. Seeking clarity, he asked, "So, did Kayaba mention whether he took any action against the person who used the mind control on you?"
Kirito's response was laced with bitterness. "He did nothing about the bastard." he spat. The venom in his tone was palpable. "This bastard used the system to make me fuck Rukia. He didn't put a suggestion into my mind but forced me to stay, to let what happened and force me to enjoy it all to try to make me like him. But at the end of it, Kayaba does nothing to punish this person. He says that whilst he doesn't like it, he needs this bastard, so he isn't doing anything about it. All that'll happen to this person is that he'll be under twenty-four-hour surveillance and logged out of the system fully to prevent this from happening again. His actions will be monitored and restricted when he is in the system. I swear, these sick, twisted bastards, they seem to like to stick together."
The anger in Kirito's voice was a stark reflection of the injustice he'd faced. Zangetsu could now understand the seething rage that had driven Kirito to attack Kayaba. The fact that Kayaba had not only allowed someone to force Kirito to be intimate with someone young but he had also essentially let the perpetrator off the hook was a profound betrayal.
Zangetsu's own thoughts turned dark. 'I might have done the very same thing, hologram or not.' he reflected, grimacing at the idea of being manipulated. The notion of those orchestrating the chaos walking away unscathed fueled a simmering anger within him. Given the chance, he wouldn't hesitate to confront whoever was responsible, especially if they were the puppet master pulling the strings of this twisted game.
"So, Kayaba only came to you to apologise and reveal what transpired?" Zangetsu questioned, his brow furrowed as he sought clarity on the enigmatic figure's motives.
"In part, yes." Kirito replied, meeting Zangetsu's gaze with a mix of resolve and apprehension. "But he also wanted to impart some cautionary advice." He paused, then continued, "For instance, he warned against carelessly eliminating NPCs. It could lead to unforeseen consequences, like losing quests or altering them in ways we might not even recognize."
Zangetsu absorbed this new information, intrigued by the idea that knowledge could be hidden within seemingly innocuous interactions. Kirito went on, "Beyond acquiring quests from NPCs, we can also discover them within books scattered across the realm. But what's truly fascinating is how a player's actions can create new quests." He took a breath, eager to elaborate. "For example, if a player destroys a building, another player might receive a quest to help rebuild it. Or if an action taken during one quest sets off a chain reaction, another player could be tasked with dealing with the fallout."
Zangetsu's eyes widened in shock, the implications of Kayaba's revelations washing over him. 'I can't believe he would divulge so much,' he mused, sensing the weight of Kayaba's unusual decision. It was bewildering that a man of Kayaba's calibre would share valuable knowledge rather than let the players stumble upon it through trial and error.
'There's something deeper here,' Zangetsu pondered, idly rubbing his neck as he wrestled with the complexities of Kayaba's intentions. 'Is he truly remorseful, or is he merely intrigued by Kirito's potential? Or perhaps both motivations are at play?' The more Zangetsu considered Kayaba's actions - trapping thousands in a death game, implanting mind control - the less coherent it all became. 'What the hell is going on?' Frustration crept into his thoughts, draping itself over him like a heavy cloak. 'I need to consult Hitsugaya. He might know more about this situation as an integral member of Gotei 13. It feels like a long shot, but he might know something that I don't.'
His musings abruptly halted as a crucial question pierced through the fog of thought. "Kirito," Zangetsu began, his voice laced with curiosity, "how did this meeting with Kayaba come about? It's hard to believe he'd willingly show his face, not when so many are actively seeking vengeance."
Kirito offered a small, almost wry smile despite the gravity of the situation. "A quest popped up this morning. It was... cryptic. It instructed me to meet someone by a well." he explained, "The reward was supposed to be information on two quests I've been working on."
Zangetsu's features hardened with concern. "Did it not occur to you that it could have been a trap? That it was dangerous?" he pressed, the risks Kirito had so readily taken weighing heavily on his mind.
Kirito's expression turned serious. "It did." he admitted. "But I figured if Kayaba, or anyone working for him, truly wanted me dead, they wouldn't resort to these elaborate charades. They have far simpler ways of dealing with their enemies. So, I took the quest."
Zangetsu was grudgingly impressed. Kirito's reasoning held a certain brutal logic. A man like Kayaba wouldn't bother with such theatrics if his goal were simple elimination. Zangetsu allowed a silent nod of acknowledgement.
Finally, his gaze softened, shifting from analysis to concern. "What about now, Kirito? How are you feeling after all this?" Zangetsu asked, his voice gentle. Sharing such a weighty encounter, confronting the man who had so drastically altered his life, couldn't be easy. The silence that followed was thick with the unspoken fears and the unanswered questions that hung heavy in the air between them.
"Honestly, I'm conflicted." Kirito admitted with a deep sigh, the weight of his turmoil etching lines into his usually smooth brow. He halted his restless pacing, sinking back onto the weathered wooden barrel that served as his familiar perch. Though shadows cloaked the alley, the lively chatter and laughter spilling from the nearby town served as a stark counterpoint to the storm raging within him. With a distracted gesture, he raked a hand through his tousled black hair as if trying to physically untangle the knot of his racing thoughts.
"Although I know I'm not to blame for what happened," he continued, his voice laced with raw emotion, "I can't shake this sense of shame and disgust at the thought of having sex with someone as young as Rukia, even if she's nothing more than an NPC. What's worse is that I felt compelled to enjoy it." The confession hung in the air, a stark testament to his internal battle. Kirito's gaze dropped, avoiding his mentor's eyes, ashamed of the emotions that had clawed at him since that moment.
"I feel frustrated," he elaborated, the words tumbling out in a rush, "that I wasn't able to fight against this situation. It troubles me deeply." A bitter taste of helplessness coated his tongue as he spoke. "But worse still is the looming dread of these subliminal suggestions. How can I trust my own mind, or anyone else's for that matter? I can't shake the fear that these suggestions are subtly manipulating our thoughts and actions. What if this is all just part of Kayaba's twisted game?" His voice dropped to a near whisper, heavy with uncertainty and a pervasive distrust, as he wrestled with the terrifying implications of their reality.
Zangetsu listened quietly, a pang of sympathy twisting in his chest as he watched the troubled young man before him. Kirito's voice trembled with uncertainty, the weight of his experiences pressing down on him like a physical burden. Zangetsu clenched a fist, his knuckles whitening. It was painfully clear that Kayaba's machinations, fueled by his ruthless employees, had inflicted deep and lasting wounds.
The insidious subliminal suggestions had eroded Kirito's trust in others and his fragile faith in himself. Zangetsu felt almost paralysed, at a loss for how to offer genuine solace to someone who had endured so much turmoil. The palpable burden of mistrust that clung to Kirito was a suffocating presence, and Zangetsu knew that rebuilding that shattered trust would be an arduous and uphill battle.
He searched for the right words, knowing he had to choose them with the utmost care. "Listen, Kirito…" he finally said, his voice steady yet infused with compassion. "I know this feels impossible right now, but consider this: those subliminal suggestions are merely that - suggestions. You have the power to reject them if they don't resonate with who you are. Kayaba isn't necessarily trying to strip away your free will; he's just presenting you with options, albeit twisted ones."
Kirito's brow furrowed deeper in confusion and dawning frustration. "But how can I trust these suggestions?" he questioned, his voice laced with a dark despair. "What if they lead me down a path that I abhor? I can't bear the thought of being thrust into another situation like the one with Rukia. What do I do then?"
Inside, Zangetsu seethed at Kayaba, silently cursing the man for creating a warped reality that forced this young warrior to question his own judgment. His heart clenched further as he watched Kirito grapple with his profound doubts, tirelessly searching for words that might offer even a glimmer of reassurance. As his mind raced, only one thought crystallised, a response he was deeply reluctant to voice. Yet if he genuinely wanted to help Kirito find his footing again, he knew he had to press on despite his own reservations.
"Listen, I hate to defend the man who has put you - and the rest of us - through hell, but I think it's important to consider that, paradoxically, you can trust Kayaba." Zangetsu stated, a taste of distaste lingering on his tongue as he forced out the words. It felt inherently wrong to defend the architect of their suffering, but he knew he had to offer some form of counterpoint, a fragile sliver of hope.
"He came to you personally, even if it was through a programmed hologram." Zangetsu continued, his tone softening slightly. "He apologised and offered you guidance. From what I know of the man, he rarely admits his wrongdoings, usually believing himself to be above fault. Yet, when he does show remorse, it tends to be genuine. If he insists that these subliminal suggestions are simply suggestions, you have the right to trust him on that one point. You might struggle to discern whether these thoughts are your own or planted in your head, but ultimately, the choice is yours. You have the power to decide your own path, regardless of the suggestions."
Kirito sat in silence, his brow furrowed, grappling with a storm of thoughts that churned within him. The weight of Zangetsu's words hung in the air, but despite their wisdom, Kirito questioned everything. The shadows from last night loomed large in his mind, a vivid replay of the chaos that had nearly overtaken him. The nagging fear that Kayaba - or worse, some shadowy puppet of his - could seize control of him again left his heart pounding. 'How can I trust that what happened last night won't repeat itself?' he wondered, glancing at the ground, trying to escape his own thoughts.
Seeing the conflict etched across his student's face, Zangetsu leaned back against the cold, rough wall of the training camp, tapping his foot thoughtfully against the ground. The rhythmic sound echoed faintly in the stillness as he pondered his next move. His mind drifted to the fact that Kirito had come seeking him for a reason, prompting him to break the tense silence. "So, why have you come here today?" he inquired gently, his tone curious yet probing. "I doubt you wanted to discuss Kayaba and the traumatic events from last night."
Kirito straightened, a glint of determination illuminating his eyes. "I need your guidance on my thief quest - the one where I have to confront and defeat the thieves causing havoc." he replied, relieved to shift his focus from the haunting memories of the previous night, at least for the moment.
A shadow of concern flickered across Zangetsu's face. "Are you certain about that?" he questioned, his voice laced with apprehension. "We are talking about engaging human NPCs - combat requiring a different mindset. Given what you endured last night, I worry that you might not be ready for this."
Kirito's voice, though firm, held a tremor of underlying anxiety. "I understand, but I need to confront this now, not later. Sooner or later, we face the Floor Boss. And I fear… if my suspicions are correct about the changes in this version of the game, then the injuries won't be simply pixelated wounds. We could suffer real-looking damage – deep wounds, broken bones, maybe even… worse. We see it in the monsters: the realistic gore, the exposed organs and bone. If I'm right about this and it applies to players, I need to adapt." Kirito sighed at this, fearing seeing his own bones and organs. He needed to get used to this as fast as possible "What if something catastrophic happens during the boss fight? What if we lose limbs… or worse? I can't afford to panic, to get myself or someone else killed."
While Zangetsu acknowledged Kirito's rationale, an unsettling feeling gnawed at him; he couldn't shake the concern that his student wasn't quite ready to face the immense challenges that lay ahead. A heavy burden of responsibility rested upon them, and Zangetsu feared that Kirito might require additional time to hone his skills and fortify his mental defences before embarking on such a perilous journey. To gently coax his student to reconsider the pace of their preparations, Zangetsu spoke with caution, "Haven't you thought about whether we can reach our goals without pushing our limits so recklessly?"
Kirito hesitated, a whirlwind of emotions evident on his face. "I have, but I've been reluctant to explore that option." he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, imbued with a sense of unease. The weight of his contemplation bore down upon him as he wrestled with the implications of his next steps. Though effective for mending superficial wounds like minor cuts and bruises, the healing potions in this virtual realm raised a troubling question in his mind - could they ever restore something as vital as a lost limb? The current unpredictability of the game's mechanics haunted him like a dark shadow. "I genuinely fear that these potions may fall short when it comes to severe injuries. In a game that forges reality and fantasy together in such alarming ways, the risks feel far too great to ignore."
Zangetsu considered Kirito's concerns with a newfound seriousness. He opened his mouth, ready to counter, but he realized the truth in his student's reasoning. It was a foolish oversight to treat this realm like a conventional game. In a world crafted by Kayaba, where the consequences of their actions could be irrevocably real, naive optimism had no place. They had to navigate every situation with heightened awareness and prudence.
Kirito's expression shifted, steely determination replacing uncertainty as he articulated his thoughts. "With the formidable boss battle looming on the horizon and the intricately woven narrative quests awaiting us from Floor 3 onwards, I need to familiarise myself with the grim realities of combat in this world. Although I dislike what I'm about to say, I've come to realize that I must encounter NPCs in battle. Engaging with them will help me adapt to the unsettling sights and experiences of combat, particularly when dealing with humanoid adversaries. It's essential for me to ensure I don't become a liability to those who fight alongside me when I decide to join parties. Plus, I want to distance myself from the unwelcome memories of last night and the idea of subliminal influences. Immersing myself in these challenges will be a far better use of my energy, allowing me to focus on actions that feel constructive and purposeful."
Although Zangetsu wished for Kirito to take his time before confronting the grim reality of killing human NPCs, he found himself conceding to the young man's logic. They were trapped in an unforgiving environment where battles and life-or-death scenarios were not just infrequent - they were the norm. In a world where survival took precedence over the moral dilemmas they might face in the real world, Zangetsu understood Kirito's desire to acclimate to the terrifying truth of fighting against or losing other players.
"While I personally disagree with this mindset, if it's truly what you desire, I'm willing to assist you, as I previously mentioned." Zangetsu said, releasing a heavy sigh that echoed the weight of his concerns. "But do you have any intel on where these thieves might be? You mentioned needing to track them down."
"I do, in fact," Kirito replied, his brow furrowing slightly, "I received a tip from an NPC, and I uncovered the locations of the remaining hideouts as a reward for meeting Kayaba. However, I'm unsure if anyone will actually be there when I arrive at those locations."
Zangetsu felt a jolt of shock course through him at the revelation that Kayaba had given Kirito such a significant advantage; the implications loomed large in his mind. Kayaba, known for trapping players in a merciless Death Game with no escape other than clearing the treacherous levels, had seemingly chosen to aid Kirito. Yet Zangetsu couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that there was a deeper, more sinister motive behind it all - a twisted game where Kirito was a pawn under Kayaba's watchful eye.
Yet, Zangetsu cast those thoughts aside for the moment; his focus needed to be on the young man in front of him, who wore the weight of the world on his shoulders. "So, where exactly are these thieves you need to confront?" he inquired, his tone steady.
"Horunka Village…" Kirito murmured, a heaviness seeping into his voice. The mention of the name caused a shiver to run down his spine as haunting memories flashed through his mind. He felt unprepared to return to this place, but the urgency of the quest and the necessity to understand the gravity of human death compelled him forward. "There's also a cave outside the village where they have a hideout for some of these thieves."
"If you can be patient for an hour, I can gather Yoruichi and the others so we can meet there before we confront the thieves." Zangetsu proposed. He believed that having more allies would speed up the task and provide an opportunity to address Kirito's future issue with killing. Additionally, the others were eager to learn more about what it would mean to be an Alchemist, a topic they hadn't fully explored during their last meeting.
"That sounds great." Kirito replied, relief seeping into his features as a slight smile emerged. "In fact, I also wanted to ask for your help with the quest. I'll share more once you've gathered the others, but it would mean a lot if you're willing to assist me."
This revelation piqued Zangetsu's interest. Given Kirito's solitary nature, he had assumed the boy would prefer to tackle his challenges alone. But perhaps, even after everything he had endured, Kirito still held some trust in others. Zangetsu felt a sense of responsibility to reassure him that he could lean on him and his group. "That's perfectly acceptable; I know the others will be glad to help. They're levelling up at the moment but should return in an hour or so."
"Perfect, I have a quest to complete as well, so I'll meet up with you after I'm finished." Kirito stated, determination creeping back into his tone.
"In that case, I'll see you soon." Zangetsu replied, nodding to his student.
With a deep, contemplative sigh, Kirito stood up from the weathered wooden barrel he had been perched on, the surface rough beneath him. He bowed his head slightly, his gratitude evident in his posture. "Thank you for listening to me. It wasn't much, but talking about what happened has helped me a bit."
"I understand." Zangetsu began, his voice firm yet gentle. "But remember this: what happened to you isn't your fault. Kayaba and his minions are responsible for that. Don't let yourself carry the weight of blame."
Kirito's usually sharp and perceptive eyes were clouded with pain. "Thanks, but it's difficult not to feel that way when it's all-consuming," he said, his voice tinged with an uncharacteristic sorrow. He turned abruptly and stepped out of the dim alleyway, disappearing into the bustling virtual streets in search of Alphonse before Zangetsu could offer another word of comfort.
Zangetsu watched him go, a wave of frustration washing over him. He leaned against the wall, the rough stone pressing against his back. He struggled to comprehend the depth of Kirito's brokenness, the insidious damage inflicted by Kayaba's cruel game. If he ever came face to face with Kayaba or the individual responsible for Kirito's torment, Zangetsu vowed to unleash the full force of his power. This fierce spirit had once made him one of the most formidable figures in Gotei 13. He would show them the devastating consequences of their actions. But for now, he could only offer his unwavering support, hoping that Kirito would find his way back to the light.
With another resigned sigh, Zangetsu pushed himself away from the wall and left the alleyway. He had to gather Yoruichi and the others to prepare for the journey to Horunka Village and stand by his student's side as he faced the trials ahead. The road would be long and arduous, but he was committed to guiding Kirito through the darkness towards a future where he could finally find peace.
To Be Continued!
Author's Note: This concludes another chapter of Sword Art Online - Alchemy Edition. I hope you enjoyed it! I would appreciate it if you could take a moment to provide feedback on the story. I would love to hear your thoughts and any ideas you might have for future developments in the story.
I had different plans for this chapter. Initially, I intended to include what's here, but it was meant to be a more minor part. I also planned for Kirito to meet Alphonse in this chapter. However, the chapter took on a life of its own, and things got a bit out of hand as you can see. Nevertheless, I believe this development helps to build Kirito's character.
Thank you for reading this chapter. Please take a few moments to leave feedback on this story. Your thoughts will help me out greatly, and they genuinely make a difference in my writing!
I've been pondering how to enhance the gameplay experience by introducing an item that offers permanent stat boost points. My thoughts converged around the mystical phenomenon of the Blood Moon, leading me to the intriguing concept of "Blood Tears." This item will be uniquely shaped like a teardrop and will grant players a valuable stat point or even two, with its effects depending on the hue of the tear.
These captivating Blood Tears will only become available during the enchanting hours of the Blood Moon, which bathes the world in a haunting red glow. This limited window creates an exciting challenge, as players must venture forth to seek these treasures during the fleeting moments of the moon's crimson phase. Each Blood Tear will be strategically hidden throughout the various floors of the game, encouraging players to explore thoroughly and uncover their secrets.
I was also thinking of doing rarer Blood Tears, where they get other skills and abilities other than stats. But the thing is, what sorts of things should I give the tears?
Blood Tears will only appear during the Blood Moon, which limits their availability to the few hours when the moon is red. They will be randomly located on each floor, and players will need to search for them to collect them. Here are the colours I'm planning for each Tear.
(Orange Blood Tear) 1 STR = 5
(? Blood Tear) AGI = Attack and Movement, no stats shown, shows slowly as they level up and become faster.
(Red Blood Tear) 1 VIT = 25 HP and 5 DEF
(? Blood Tear) 1 INT = 10 SP and 5
(? Blood Tear) 1 DEX = 5
(Blue Bloor Tear) 1 MAG = 5 MP and 2
(Green Blood Tear) 3 Ki = KP and 10
If you have other colours I could use for the remaining Blood Tears, please let me know.