In other words, the idea behind the Aincrad-style was the way of life of its
one and only disciple, Kirito, itself. Unglamorous, unpretentious, a straight
push on towards the goal. Not giving up even after running into a wall,
challenging it again for the second time, the third time. If he wasn't
together with him, Eugeo wouldn't have reached the town of Zakkaria, let
alone Centoria.
That was why Eugeo vehemently objected to Humbert who concluded that
the Aincrad-style was cowardly.
However, the tremors in his heart influenced his sword as well, getting
pushed back further. It was Eugeo's turn for the pale blue light surrounding
his wooden sword to flash unsteadily. He spread his feet and arched his
upper body, desperately trying to hold his position.
Humbert gave a smug smirk and whispered in a voice like that of nails
scratching glass.
"The vileness of that school is oozing out from your unsightly appearance.
You must be thinking of usurping either Raios-dono or me in the next
official match... but that is impossible. I'll crush your right shoulder and
make you unable to wave a sword for a while right here."
"Kuh...!