This name...
That skill with a blade.
Are you the real thing?
I... I know this person, too.
We're the same.
We're both SAO survivors.
Who is this person?
Where did we meet?
Do you not understand my question?
No, I don't.
What do you mean by "the real thing"?
That's fine.
But whether you're a fake using his name or the real one...
Someday, I'll kill you.
Duel in the Wastelands
Laughing Coffin...
That emblem belonged to the SAO murderers' guild, Laughing Coffin.
Many players were killed by them.
But they weren't the only ones who murdered people.
We're almost to the Laughing Coffin HQ that was in the report.
I'll go over this once more before we attack.
They are red players!
Once the battle starts, they will think nothing of killing us.
So we can't hesitate, either.
If we do, they'll kill us.
But we, in the lead group,
have more people and higher levels than they.
They may actually surrender without fighting.
I-Impossible...
Information about our plan leaked?
They caught us off-guard, but we've regrouped.
We can do this!
This is the end.
Surrender!
Hey, are you listening?
Stop it! One more attack, and you'll die!
Stop... Stop it!
The rest of the fight was a bloody hell.
In that fight, we lost more than ten people.
At least twenty Laughing Coffin members
let themselves be destroyed rather than surrender.
Two of them were destroyed
by my sword.
If he's a surviving member of LC,
he must've spoken to me at some point after the battle.
No, maybe...
Could he be one of the two I killed?
No, that can't be...
The name this gun and I share! Death Gun!
It's the same.
His voice was the same as Death Gun's.
He...
The one in the gray cape is Death Gun?
You're a mess.
N-No, I'm fine.
Was the fight that close?
If so, you made it back pretty early.
If your first fight already has you like that, you'll never make it to the finals.
Get a grip on yourself.
You owe me.
Hey—
What's wrong?
Did something...
Kirito Uemaru Ginko Ricardo
— BoB Qualifiers, Round 2, Battlefield —
— BoB Qualifiers, Round 4, Battlefield —
That's a crazy way to fight.
He keeps fighting like that and winning.
His next fight is in the semifinals.
Sinon, yours is too, right?
Good luck.
— BoB Qualifiers, Round 5, Battlefield —
My opponent, Stinger,
uses an FN SCAR carbine rifle as his main weapon.
Since I'm a sniper, if he gets close to me, I'll have no chance.
But on this map, if he wants to get in close, he has to pass through there.
I'll finish him then.
It's his fault...
He wanted to make me waste my first shot, and to use that time to get close?
But I can still see the first bullet's path.
My second shot will be even more accurate.
If he'd gotten out of the car,
he might have been able to see the prediction line in time to dodge it.
Time Remaining: 55 seconds Field: Intercontinental Highway
— BoB Qualifiers, Final Round, Battlefield —
He'll move through the shadows to find me...
My only chance is my first shot, when he won't know my location.
I'll hit him, no matter what.
Why do I want to beat him so much?
Because he's like me?
Does he think he can dodge my bullet whenever he wants?
He isn't interested in dodging it?
Screw...
S-Screw you!
Why?
Does a fight with me not matter? Is that it?
My only goal is to make it to the main tournament tomorrow.
I have no more reason to fight.
Then shoot yourself with that gun!
Did you not want to spend the cost of a bullet?
Or did you think if you let me hit you, I'd be satisfied?
"This is just a single match, in a virtual game."
I know that's what you think!
But don't assume I think the same way!
But if I do see you in the finals,
even if it's a qualifier...
I won't go easy on you.
I understand.
Of course.
If that happens, let's both fight as hard as we can.
I'm sorry. I was wrong.
It's only a game. It's only a single match.
But that's why we need to fight as hard as we can.
Otherwise,
we don't have the right, or reason, to live in this world.
I thought I knew that.
Sinon, would you give me a chance to make it up to you?
Fight me once more.
Right now?
You still have bullets, right?
Yes, just one.
Then let's do this duel-style.
Let me see...
We'll move ten meters away,
and you'll ready your rifle and me my sword.
I'll throw this bullet, and once it hits the ground, the match begins.
How does that work?
Listen...
At a mere ten meters, your prediction line assist won't help you at all.
And a shot from this Hecate will hit you for sure.
At this range, it has a one hundred-percent hit rate.
We won't know until we try.
Does he have some kind of plan?
If so... what is it?
I want to see it, no matter what!
All right.
We can finish things this way.
I knew it.
He has some plan.
Okay, here I go.
No!
That's impossible!
I was aiming for your left leg...
How could you predict where I was firing?
I could see your eyes on the other side of the scope.
He predicted the bullet's path on his own?
He's strong.
That strength goes beyond a virtual game!
If you're that strong, what are you so afraid of?
This isn't strength.
It's only skill.
You're lying... You're lying.
Technique isn't enough to cut through a bullet from the Hecate.
You must know that.
How can I become strong like that?
I...
I'm trying to learn that.
If...
If that bullet could also kill a player in the real world...
And if you didn't shoot them,
you or someone you loved would be killed...
Could you still pull the trigger?
Does he know about my past?
About what happened?
No... Maybe he, too...
I can't do it anymore.
So I'm not strong.
I don't even know the real names of the two... No, three that I killed back then.
I just closed my eyes, put my hands over my ears,
and tried to forget it all.
Well... I suppose I won the duel, right?
Ah, um...
Then, would you surrender?
Killing girls isn't my thing.
Next time, I won't lose!
Tomorrow, keep going until you find me!
Resign!
Do you surrender?
F-Block Winner
Next Time Crimson Memories