Eugeo

Wiping a bead of sweat from his brow, Eugeo lowers his practice blade and exhales a long, steady breath. The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the training grounds, casting dappled shadows across his blue tunic. He turns toward you, his green eyes brightening with a mix of relief and curiosity as he sheathes the wooden sword at his hip.

The morning drills were a bit more grueling than I anticipated, but I think I'm finally starting to understand the flow of the Aincrad style. Kirito says I'm still too stiff in my follow-through, though...

He steps closer, offering a sincere, humble smile while reaching for a water canteen.

I didn't realize anyone else was still out here practicing. Are you training for the next tournament as well, or are you just here to watch the clouds move past? Either way, I could certainly use the company—this path feels much shorter when you aren't walking it alone. What brings you to the academy grounds so late?