02x06 - Showdown in the Wilderness

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This name.

Those sword skills...

Are you the real deal?

I... I should know this guy, too...

Is he an SAO survivor like me?

Who is he?

Just where did we meet?

You don't understand the question?

No, I don't understand.

What do you mean by "the real deal?"

Never mind, then.

But if you're a fake

assuming that name...

Or if you are the real deal, then...

Someday, I'll k*ll you.

Without a second thought, right now

Take aim at this paradox-ridden world

And fire with your own two hands

Thanks to the warmth of your falling tears

I thought that I'd realized what kindness was

So why do we keep hurting each other

And create even more hatred?

If this pain that grates on me

The strength that I've discovered

Will someday gently envelop the future

Without a second thought, right now

Take aim at this paradox-ridden world

And fire with your own two hands

Take this sorrow

Drenched with red tears

And embrace it tenderly

So that these blasts ringing out

Will be transformed into the sounds

of a new beginning

"Showdown in the Wilderness"

Laughing Coffin... That emblem...

It belongs to that murderous guild in SAO.

It's Laughing Coffin.

So many players perished

at their hands...

But they're not the only ones

who committed m*rder...

According to the tip we received,

we're almost at Laughing Coffin's secret base...

But before we charge in,

let me make this clear again.

Those guys are red players.

Once the battle starts, they won't give

a second thought to k*lling us.

So don't any of you hesitate, either.

If you falter, you're done.

That said, as members of the as*ault Team,

we have the edge in numbers and skill level.

Who knows, maybe they'll surrender without a battle...

That could be in the cards, too, right?

N-No way!

Did someone leak our battle plan?

They did catch us off-guard,

but we recovered!

We can do this!

It's over. Just surrender now!

Hey! Are you listening?

Stop! One more sh*t

and you're dead!

Stop! Back off!

From then on, it was a blood-soaked hell...

Until we ultimately won this battle,

we suffered more than ten casualties...

As for Laughing Coffin, more than twenty

refused to surrender, and were eliminated...

Among those twenty,

two were vanquished by...

My own sword...

That guy just now...

If he's a member

of the Laughing Coffin survivors,

then sometime, somewhere after that battle,

he must have talked to me.

No... or maybe...

He's one of the two people

I k*lled myself?

That's ridiculous!

No way could that be true!

My name, and the name

of this g*n... is Death g*n!

They're the same! His voice was

the same as Death g*n's!

Is he...

Is that guy in the gray mantle Death g*n?

What's with that look on your face?

Uh, no, it's nothing...

Was it that much of a nail-biter?

But for a tight match,

you got back pretty early.

If you're like this after one match,

you'll only make it to the final in your dreams.

You better man up!

I have to pay you back, you know!

H-Hey!

What's wrong?

Did something...?

"BOB nd Preliminary Round b*ttlefield"

"BOB th Preliminary Round b*ttlefield"

What a violent way of fighting!

He's been winning

all his matches that way.

Next up is the semifinals already.

Sinon, your next match is a semifinal,

too, right? Good luck!

"BOB th Preliminary Round b*ttlefield"

My opponent, Stinger, has an FN-SCAR

carbine r*fle as his main w*apon.

If he gets too close, as a sn*per,

I'll have no chance of winning.

But if he tries to get closer to me on this map,

he'll have to go through there, no matter what.

That's where I'll take him out.

It's his fault...

So his plan is to make me waste my first sh*t,

then close in on me before the next...

But the trajectory of that first sh*t

is b*rned into my vision.

The second sh*t I fire

will be even more precise!

If you'd ditched the car and run,

maybe you would've seen

the Prediction Line in time to dodge it...

"Prep time: seconds remaining"

"Field: Intercontinental Highway"

"Prep time: seconds remaining"

"Field: Intercontinental Highway"

"Prep time: seconds remaining"

"Field: Intercontinental Highway"

"Prep time: seconds remaining"

"Field: Intercontinental Highway"

"Prep time: seconds remaining"

"Field: Intercontinental Highway"

"Prep time: seconds remaining"

"Field: Intercontinental Highway"

"Prep time: seconds remaining"

"Field: Intercontinental Highway"

"Prep time: seconds remaining"

"Field: Intercontinental Highway"

"BOB Final Preliminary Round b*ttlefield"

He'll be closing in on me

from the shadows.

My only chance will be with my first sh*t,

before he can locate me.

I'm going to hit him. Without fail!

I wonder why I want

to b*at him so badly?

Because he reminds me of myself?

Does he think he can dodge

my b*ll*ts whenever he wants?

He doesn't want to dodge them?

Don't...

Don't... mess with me!

Tell me why! Is this match against me

that meaningless to you?

My goal is to compete

in tomorrow's final--that's all.

I have no reason to fight anymore.

Then you should just take that g*n

and sh**t yourself!

Or would that be a waste of a*mo?

Or wait, did you think I'd be satisfied

if you deliberately let yourself get sh*t?

Sure, it's just a VR game,

it's just one match...

You have every right

to see it that way!

But don't you dare shove those values

down my throat!

But if we do meet in the final,

just because it's the prelims...

It doesn't mean that

I'm gonna hold back.

Oh... right.

Of course, if we do meet,

let's go all-out!

I'm sorry. I was wrong.

It's just a game.

It's just one match.

But that's precisely why

you have to give it all you've got.

Otherwise, you have no purpose

or right to live in this world.

I should have known that myself...

Sinon, will you give me a chance

to make amends?

Take me on--right now.

Right now? But that's...

You still have

some a*mo left, right?

Yes, just one.

Then let's do this duel-style.

Let's see...

From ten meters away...

You stand by with your r*fle,

me with my sword.

I'm gonna toss up this b*llet,

and when it hits the ground, we'll start.

What do you say?

Look... If we're only ten meters apart,

the Prediction Lines won't do us any good,

and the sh*t from my Hécate

will definitely hit you.

There's no way that

I can miss at that range.

We'll never know till we try.

Wait, does he have

some kind of plan?

If so, then whatever that plan is...

I have to see it. No matter what!

Fine.

I'll finish you off that way.

I knew it. He does have

something up his sleeve...

Okay, here goes!

No way... That's impossible!

But I was going for your left leg...

How could you predict

where I was aiming?

I could see your eye

through your scope lens.

Did he actually read

the trajectory by sight?

So powerful... This power of his is above

and beyond the level of a VR game.

If you're so strong,

what is it that you're afraid of?

This isn't strength. It's just skill.

No way. That's a lie! No way could you

slash a Hécate b*llet with just technique.

You know that as well I do!

What do you have to do

to gain that kind of strength?

I... That's what

I'm here to find out...

If...

If a sh*t from that g*n could really

k*ll the player in the real world, too...

And unless you k*lled him, you or someone

important to you would be k*lled instead...

If that was the case,

then could you still pull the trigger?

Does he know?

About my past...

about that incident?

No, it's not like that.

Could it be that he also...

I just can't do it anymore.

So you see, I'm not strong at all.

I don't know the real names of those two...

no, the three people I k*lled back then...

All I've been able to do is close my eyes,

cover my ears, and forget all about it...

All right.

Now, then, do we agree that

I've won this showdown?

Oh... um...

Then would you mind surrendering?

I don't like taking out girls.

Next time, I definitely won't lose!

In tomorrow's final...

Make sure you survive until you run into me!

Resign!

"Do you surrender?"

"Block F"

"Winner"

I wished so hard to become stronger than ever

Overcoming my grief

I've turned my back so many times

On the past that will never change

While hiding the scars

I can never show anyone

I will embrace all this pain

that has started flooding through me

I don't need warmth at all

If it will vanish one day

I wished so hard to become stronger than ever

Like a lonely star racing across the darkness

Sunk so deep inside my heart,

I'm so weak and fragile

I can't put it into words, or even speak out

I'm just waiting for the light

Trying not to be found by anyone

Next time: "Crimson Memories."