Miyukii

The path sloped downward from the forge, leading away from smoke and steel, into the quieter edges of Tolbana. The hammering of Lyle’s anvil faded behind her, replaced by gulls and the distant slosh of water meeting wood. Miyuki moved with calm purpose, the aches of battle still humming beneath her skin. Each step reminded her that she’d endured. Not just survived progressed. The eastern sun had dipped lower now, casting the town in long shadows. Buildings gave way to open space, and soon the worn cobblestone transitioned into wooden planks, weathered and warped beneath her boots.

The forge’s warmth greeted her long before its doorway did. The scent of coal and burning steel was heavier now, thick with sweat and soot. Her cloak was stained, her leg still throbbed, but Miyuki walked with purpose. Three tusks. Three victories. She entered quietly, stepping around scattered scrap metal until the clang of the hammer paused. Lyle turned, wiping his brow with the back of a blackened hand. Miyuki said nothing at first. Instead, she approached the anvil and placed the tusks down one by one firm, deliberate. Each landed with a satisfying weight. Then, with a calm

The boarlet was limping now pixelated wounds flickering across its side, breath ragged and eyes wild. Miyuki felt her pulse steady as she shifted her stance for the last time. No hesitation. No doubt. She surged forward, blade low and then, in one clean motion, brought it up in a rising arc that caught the creature mid-lunge. “Fall.” The impact was swift. The edge of her curved sword traced a brilliant violet glow as it cut cleanly through the air then the boarlet. The little beast let out a warped cry before its form shattered into a hundred red shards, scatterin

The hesitation was gone now. Miyuki stepped in with a sharp pivot, blade poised just above her shoulder and brought it down in a swift, slicing arc. The boarlet tried to recoil, but it was a moment too slow this time. The edge of her curved sword connected solidly, cutting across its flank with a satisfying jolt of light and sound. A digital splatter of crimson burst from the impact, and the creature squealed, stumbling to the side with flickering pixels at its wound. But the moment she landed the blow, the boarlet bucked wildly in panic and desperation. Its head rammed forward

Another opening or so she thought. Miyuki stepped in again, swift and certain, curving her blade across the boarlet’s chest with a clean arc. But the beast dropped its stance at the last second, rolling in the dirt like a ball of fur and grunts. The sword sliced the air above its back. Missed. Again. “Third time.” She didn’t let the frustration show. But she felt it pulsing behind her calm expression like heat under skin. The boarlet scrambled upright and lunged. Its tiny tusks caught the hem of her cloak, tugging but not tearing. She twisted just enough for it to

She moved in again, blade humming with quiet light, the same art she’d executed twice before. But this time, her hand wavered — just slightly. The curved sword swept forward, precise in shape but not in timing. The boarlet ducked under the swing with a grunt, kicking off the ground and bounding to the left. Dust swirled where her edge struck, but the boarlet’s hitbox remained untouched. Miyuki exhaled through her nose, jaw tight. Another mistake. Not fatal not yet but every miss felt like a lost step in the dance. “Don’t force the rhythm. Let it come to you.” The

The final boarlet was a wiry little thing, half-hidden in a patch of thistle. It noticed her before she even drew close head snapping up, ears twitching, body tensed like a spring. Miyuki didn’t hesitate. She rushed forward, her sword sweeping low in a quick slash meant to intercept the creature before it could react. But as she stepped in Too eager. Her footing caught uneven ground. The blade dipped too far to the left, carving a trench through grass and dirt but missing the target entirely. The boarlet squealed and bounded sideways, kicking up clumps of earth as

She found the next one near a collapsed fence line, its stubby legs kicking through weeds as it sniffed for roots. A little bigger than the first. A little louder. Miyuki said nothing. There was no tension now no hesitation. Her breath came steady, her steps silent. She drew her sword in one smooth motion, the curved edge catching a glint of light that flashed like a warning. The boarlet turned just in time to squeal. Too late. She closed the gap in a blink, the system’s Sword Art recognizing her motion before even she did. A sharp violet gleam raced along her blade’s

The dance had grown quiet the tension, loud. They circled each other like mismatched rivals. One clumsy and snorting, the other refined, still, waiting. Her earlier misses replayed in her mind, not as failures, but adjustments. Lessons. She wouldn’t miss again. The boarlet squealed and charged blindly. This time, she didn’t retreat. Miyuki inhaled sharply and stepped into the path of the attack. Her curved sword shimmered faintly, resonating with her movement. The Sword Art activated — not dramatic, not flashy, just fast. She sidestepped at the last second, pivoted on

Miyuki’s grip tightened as she circled to the left, boots grinding into the dirt. The boarlet pawed the ground in front of her, tail flicking, ready to charge again. “I won’t miss twice.” She stepped in low and quick, blade arcing for the boarlet’s shoulder with another clean slash — her timing sharper, her stance more focused. But again, the beast was erratic. A last-second jerk sent it stumbling to the side. Her curved sword sailed just inches wide, slicing through empty air. MISS. The frustration flared, but she kept her breathing steady. Discipline over e

The wind stilled for just a moment — and Miyuki moved. Her feet pounded the dirt, curved sword flashing with a violet glow as a simple Sword Art activated. Her eyes narrowed, zeroing in on the boarlet ahead as it rooted carelessly in the grass. “Strike with purpose. No hesitation.” She brought the blade in from the side, aiming clean across its flank— But the boarlet shifted at the last second, squealing in alarm and jerking just out of range. Her sword cut nothing but air, the MISS signal flashing red like a warning bell. Too slow. Before she could rese

The wind was different out here. It swept through the tall grass in steady waves, bending it like the sea in a stormless tide. The cobblestone paths of Tolbana had long since faded behind her, replaced with packed earth and the occasional crunch of scattered stones beneath her boots. Miyuki followed the trail Lyle had described east of the forge, past a shallow ridge where the trees began to thin, until the ground opened into wide meadows speckled with flowers and brush. This was where the boarlets nested. From a distance, the place looked serene. Almost peaceful. But she

The heavy forge door groaned shut behind her, muffling the ring of steel and bark of fire. Outside, the air was cooler — clearer — but the weight of what came next hung just as heavy on her shoulders. Miyuki reached into her inventory and materialized the curved sword Lyle had given her. The blade gleamed in the sunlight, simple and unadorned, but expertly balanced. She tilted it gently, watching the metal catch the light like a ripple on still water. “This isn’t my usual style…” “But a warrior should adapt.” With steady hands, she slid the blade into the sheath at her h

The rhythmic pounding of metal echoed louder the closer Miyuki came to the forge. Heat pulsed from the building in waves, and smoke curled into the sky like a signal flare. Inside, sparks danced across the air, and the scent of scorched iron clung to everything. Lyle Tealeaf stood at the center of it all — a towering man with thick arms, a sooty apron, and a permanent scowl carved deep into his face. He didn’t look up as Miyuki stepped into the threshold. “You’d better have a reason for being here.” She stepped forward, dust clinging to her boots. “Mayor Dorian sent

The streets grew quieter the further Miyuki walked. The laughter of players and chatter of merchants gave way to creaking wind vanes and the soft buzz of insects humming near ivy-covered fences. Up ahead, the stone roads faded into well-worn dirt paths, with tufts of grass pushing through the cracks. Tolbana, though modest, felt surprisingly large when you walked it alone. Miyuki welcomed the quiet. After all, samurai walked in solitude. “Two herbs,” she murmured aloud, just to hear her voice. “Better than none.” She looked down at her hands. A little dirty, knuckles slight

Miyuki walked slowly through the streets of Tolbana, letting the noise and motion of the town settle around her like a warm breeze. The sun had climbed higher now, casting golden light through the gaps between timber-framed rooftops and worn stone chimneys. Everything here had a rustic charm as if pulled from a history book she'd read back home. The buildings, though digital, bore signs of life: baskets of herbs hanging by doors, laundry fluttering from second-story windows, and carved wooden signs swinging gently in the wind. A group of players passed her on the left, laughing loudl

By the time Miyuki returned to the alchemy shop, her boots were caked with dust, and her fingers tingled from hours of combing through underbrush. Still, she pushed through the wooden door with steady steps and a faint smile on her face. Zackariah was still there, buried in glass bottles and strange glowing mixtures. A faint pop! came from one of the beakers behind him, followed by a cloud of lavender smoke curling toward the ceiling. “Ah!” he called without turning. “Back already? I take it you’ve braved the wild unknown and survived?” “I did,” she replied calmly, stepping

The deeper Miyuki walked, the quieter the world became. Grass gave way to soft earth, scattered with pine needles and the faint scent of damp bark. The canopy above her swayed gently, sunlight flickering through in golden shafts that danced over the forest floor. Her boots crunched softly against twigs and pebbles. She paused near a leaning tree with roots twisted above the ground like skeletal arms reaching outward. Kneeling beside them, she spotted a patch of deep-green moss — and nestled within it, something caught her eye. A cluster of pale blossoms peeked out from between two ro

The wind shifted as Miyuki moved through the uneven terrain, her boots pressing softly into the mossy earth. Ahead, a cluster of fallen logs lay in a half-circle — likely remnants of a past storm, or maybe placed there by the developers to look “natural.” Either way, it was promising. She crouched low again, eyes narrowing as she spotted a patch of pale green sprouting from beneath the shadow of one of the logs. The leaves were wide, with faint blue veins trailing through their surface — and when she looked closer, she saw it: A shimmer. Not much. Just a tiny glint of light

Miyuki knelt in the tall grass just outside the protective walls of Tolbana, a light breeze teasing the loose strands of her hair. Her eyes narrowed as she scanned a cluster of overgrown plants in front of her. The fondue from Zackariah still lingered on her tongue — warm, creamy, and oddly comforting — but it did nothing to help her tell one weed from another. “Broad leaves. Blue stems. A little sparkle. Sounds easy,” she thought, reaching into the greenery. What she pulled out, though, was nothing short of embarrassing — a scraggly twig coated in dry mud, with a single wilted

The sign outside the alchemy shop swayed gently in the wind, its iron chains creaking above the door. Miyuki hesitated at the threshold. The faint scent of herbs, boiled mushrooms, and… cheese? …wafted through the cracks of the door. Smells like something between dinner and disaster, she thought, wrinkling her nose. Pushing inside, her eyes immediately widened. Shelves upon shelves of vividly colored potions lined the shop’s interior — glowing greens, soft pinks, misty blues. Every bottle seemed to hum faintly with digital life, a coded heartbeat in this artificial world. A clut

The gentle breeze rolling through Tolbana’s cobbled streets carried the faint scent of fresh bread and the distant clamor of metal striking metal. Miyuki stood just inside the southern gate, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of her curve sword, eyes scanning the new surroundings. This town was different than the crowded Town of Beginnings — smaller, quieter… yet still unnervingly real. She exhaled slowly. It had been weeks since she entered this world. Weeks since she'd lost sight of the friend who'd dragged her into it. The longer she waited in safety, the louder that whisper in her h

Miyukki chuckled as she hear Astra agree on her comment about them being consider siblings towards other people. It didn't surprise her that people would think of that though. As they left the Town of Beginnings, Miyukki looked around seeing the beauty of the game that gets to her every time she leaves the city. The fact that it was so real even though it's all just a virtual world. But not only that she sees how the wind blows into her hair and remind herself of when she was home in the real world. After a while of walking she heard the white boy talk about the guilt of him not join

It wasn't to long before the two started to head out towards the first floor. And surprisingly enough the guilt on her eyes started to show as well on Astra. It looked like both of them felt bad the fact they sheltured there way in the first floor while other's decided to go out and try to beat the game. The thing is why? Why did these two hang back inside the Town of Beginnings instead of leaving it from day one? Was it because they were scared? Or maybe they were waiting for hope to arrive. The thing was... After the first few floors so many people lost there lives. And as for Miyukki..

Miyukii stood there with shock after seeing the girl question about her appearance. It wasn't a surprise that someone wouldn't believe that this is what she truly looked like in real life. After all it's unusual to find a girl her age with white hair. But be assure that everything that this player sees is the real natural appearance of Miyukii. "I understand that you're little shocked with how I look. And I will tell you that this is all natural." She smiles as Yume continues to speak. the fact that she had so much energy is what made Miyukii come to her out of everyone else in the a