after blinking hard a few times, he seemed to grimace as he narrowed his eyes. “...Morning, Kirito. You’re still the same as usual, waking up so early daily.” “It should be the other way around. I say. Wake up, wake up! We have to finish what we have to do in the morning; let’s have a «style» training before we have breakfast. I still don’t understand the 7th «Style» somewhat.” “That’s why I had been saying to practice your «styles» besides just carrying out mock battles... I really can’t believe you, trying to pull an all-nighter on the morning of the tournament... No, it’s a little weird to say that in the morning. Well...” “Forget about pulling an all-morning or all-nighter or something, we only have this one time.” Kirito said some vague words as he forcefully dragged Eugeo, carried the straw he used as a bed for several seconds and moved it to the large wooden barrel at the wall. He raised the wooden barrel that was filled with straw and headed towards the exit. The moment he walked out of the warehouse, the light of the recently dawned sun entered his eyes. The observer backed itself away and hid itself in the hut of black hair. Perhaps it was a little too used to the dark corner of the large library as it did not seem to be too receptive to the sunlight. However, Kirito happily took a breath of morning air and said this to no one in particular. “The morning air’s so cooling. It’s great that I didn’t get a cold on