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Asuna Yuuki is a fictional character who appears in the Sword Art Online series of light novels Despite the completion of SAO, Asuna remains unconscious and is instead detained in another virtual However, after living in SAO and meeting Kirito, she gains a different perspective and looks back on her past with disgust. Read more about this topic on MyAnimeList, and join in the discussion on the largest online anime and manga database in the world! Join the. Meet Alice! - An Introduction - Sword Art Online Wikia . While Kirito had Alice occupied, Eugeo again attempted to come close to her to stab her with his dagger.
And the novels also has time skips, right? We are told literally everything that happened in those two years in the form of exposition. This is so bad. This is a more insulting version of exposition, however. Not only are the things mentioned stuff we and the characters already knew about, but they even mention the most basic things imaginable. This is another main problem from the first two seasons. People actually defend this. We get a fight with no tension. Animation is good, as usual.
When the fight finishes, we get some dick-sucking for Kirito in the form of words. They also piss me off because they are completely unnecessary characters.
Then he gets a sword that was being worked on for a long time and wasted more resources than usual for free, just because he can hold it: Then he trains with the sword and accidentally gets dirt on Uolo Levanteinn: Now for episode 8. This fight has the shittiest choreography in the entire show.
Uolo screams, and Kirito can see what Uolo feels? Not very well explained, but hilarious nonetheless. Uolo slowly swings his sword forward, and instead of dodging it he attempts to parry it three times which means clearly enough time to dodge but whatever.
Has he never done that before? Because he could beat Liena if he wanted to. Why has he never used the power of imagination before? Or did he use it before and the show just forgot? After some more laughable choreography, the battle is stopped.
Why even make it a cliff-hanger? This was disappointing and short as hell. Then we get into 2 minutes of exposition for Liena.
One of them gives Kirito one of the flowers he planted, all ruined. Also, the flowers suddenly bursting was funny. Kirito crying over flowers?
Kirito explains what he was just explained and the flowers are restored. We spent 6 minutes in the garden, somehow. Another battle with nice animation and terrible choreography happens. Liena just had to believe in herself to win. This sentence is stupid.
Kirito gives Liena the flowers. We are introduced to two bland waifus that act the exact same way, and the episode ends. This Episode feels very long and stretched out. That would have evened things out without one part feeling too rushed and another feeling too slow.
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This makes no sense. Then, Kirito and Eugeo are invited by the two bland waifus that were introduced last episode. And this somehow relates to Eugeo? Were they planning on Eugeo knowing somehow? The information was some of the most obvious things ever! Kirito tells Eugeo to use it to say goodbye, but only on very important events.
But why did Kirito say it before? They were planning on provoking Eugeo and Kirito, but one of them still breaks their cool occasionally for some tame shit.
The actual dialogue is the best in SAO, but the implications might be the worst. Tiese asked Eugeo for a future marriage proposal, to which Eugeo said yes, but he actually wants Alice, so Tiese will [most likely] be cucked later.
Fuck this Soap Opera. The worst episode of the entire series so far.
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So little actually happens in this episode. They talk so much and it's so unnecessary. Do they have to mention 3 fucking times that their arms are bleeding out loud? Eugeo basically gets NTR'd for a while. This is exactly why the Fairy Dance Arc got so much shit talk, yet the fans are going crazy over this episode.
SAO fans are weird. Everything was so exaggerated: The bad guys' personalities that are so smug the entire time, the faces from a comedy scene, the goddamn tongues, the gymnastic jump to get to the bed, the blood went like a sprinkler, everything. Reminding himself he had his own busy work to do, Kazuto began wiping down and washing the windows, keeping an eye on the woman inside the whole time.
SAO what episode did Kirito and Asuna meet in the real world?
His stomach growled as she dumped the noodles into the pot of sauce, making him wish he had eaten a more substantial lunch while he had been on break earlier in the day. Suddenly, as the woman was stirring the pot, a large bubble came up and burst, covering her, her white blouse, and kitchen in lumpy red sauce. Kazuto gave a small snort of laughter as the woman froze in surprise and slowly wiped sauce off of her face with a fist placed on her hip. She proceeded to take a damp dishtowel and wipe down the sections of kitchen that had been contaminated by her cooking mishap while shaking her head seeming to mumble to herself.
Once the area was once again sparkling clean, she set the dishtowel off to one side and began to undo her shirt, presumably to throw into the wash. Kazuto suddenly had a realization that the laundry area was nowhere in the main space and had to be further inside the apartment.
Panicking as the woman began to lift her shirt over her head and expose her stomach, Kazuto quickly rapped hard on the glass of the windows. The woman froze stock still, slowly turning her head to the windows and seeing Kazuto there for the first time.
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Copper eyes locked with his and Kazuto quickly felt his face blush red as he quickly wiped down the smudge his knuckles had made on the window.
Not waiting for a response, he quickly made an apologetic gesture to the woman and scrambled up the building as fast as his legs would carry him. He spent the rest of his shift washing the remaining windows in a flushed fervor, unable to shake those bright copper eyes from his mind. By the time he had reached the roof and removed his harness and was headed down the service elevator, the sun had set and the temperature had dropped, but he still felt feverish as he hopped onto his motorcycle and drove home.
He tried to lay on the couch and watch TV, but he tossed and turned restlessly, replaying his embarrassing episode in his head again and again, unable to shake the woman's face from his mind.
Reaching a decision, grabbed his phone off of the coffee table in front of him and dialed a number. A sleepy voice answered the phone. Do you know what time it is? We have work tomorrow, man. You should be asleep. You work the afternoon shift, lazy bum. What do you want anyway? Why the hell would I do that? I get to sleep in on the shift I'm on right now! I'd owe you a huge favor. I don't know man. Mid-morning shift has to get up so early! Ohhh ho ho Cold Man Kirigaya has got the hots for a lady!
Just wait 'til I tell Retsuko, he'll wet his pants laughing. Now do we have a deal or not? We got a deal. Now stop calling me. I got an early day tomorrow. Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day. Kazuto woke up the following day a little before noon, relishing in the opportunity to sleep in.
He climbed out of bed, showered, and got dressed in his company coveralls before going around the house to straighten up and finish some chores he'd left incomplete in the middle of last night's frustrations. When he had finished all the busy work to be done in the house, he still found himself standing around at noon with two hours until his shift which he spent rehearsing what he was going to say until it was time to leave.
After a brisk ride and a trip up the service elevator that seemed to last an eternity, Kazuto stood on top of the building looking over the edge.
The tower trailed away beneath his feet, almost appearing to dwindle away to nothing. People were multi colored specks that drifted along invisible tracks that carried them along the sidewalks. Yet despite the height, Kazuto's stomach was roiling with anxiety for a completely different reason.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, steeling his nerves. He spun around to face the building, planting his boots hard on the surface of the concrete support as he rappelled his way to the hundredth floor. Taking his utensils in hand, he made quick work of the windows that made up the top nineteen floors.
After finishing the eighty-first floor, he slowly made his way down and peeked from the top of one of the windows into the woman's apartment to find the space empty once again. Kazuto swallowed hard and lowered himself until he was fully in view from the interior of the apartment and slowly began cleaning the glass, eyes constantly flickering over to the door to see if it would open.
Behind him, the sun lazily made its way back to the horizon, painting everything the same ruddy orange as the day before, making it seem as if the world was but a dream dipped in bronze. Kazuto's heart jumped into his throat as he saw the door swing open and the woman entered again. She repeated her usual ritual of hanging her blazer with the familiar symbol on the hook and her shoes in the organizer just as she had yesterday, however, instead of carrying on with whatever she needed to do now that she was home, she turned on her heel and immediately scanned the apartment and the windows, where she found Kazuto hanging from his harness like a giant dumbstruck spider.
She fixed him with an icy stare and began slowly stalking closer and closer to the windows. The woman's expression seemed to soften by a fraction when she saw his face, but still looked as welcoming as a doormat made of barbed wire.
She slowly raised one hand and pointed to her ear, slowly shaking her head. The woman raised an eyebrow at him. An idea popped into his head, memories from a class he had thought at the time was a complete waste. Kazuto looked back at the woman on the other side of the glass and pointed at her, causing her to raise her eyebrows slightly. He then slowly gestured towards his forehead, followed by a somewhat complicated hand movement. Do you know sign language? The woman blinked in surprise and her hands twitched by her sides before she responded.
I know sign language. Kazuto smiled at her. The woman, now over her momentary lapse in her guard, resumed looking at Kazuto haughtily.
Why were you cleaning my windows so late yesterday? You guys are usually done my floor by the time I get home. Kazuto sheepishly scratched at the back of his head and made an apologetic gesture. I am really sorry about that.
I had to cover a coworker's section because he wasn't here yesterday and I was cleaning when you came in. The woman squinted at him, apparently still not mollified. Then why are you still cleaning this section of the building today?
Did your coworker not come back? He hadn't expected her to be quite so quick on the uptake. Well, you see, he said After yesterday's The woman uncrossed her arms and finally seemed to relax a bit. Well, that's pretty decent of you, actually. Plus, you did let me know you were there. It would be a different situation entirely if you had said nothing while I was… The woman paused and twiddled her fingers while trying to think right of the right word; a faint blush rising to her cheeks.
The woman favored him by turning one corner of her mouth upwards that optimists might have called a smile and inclined her head.
The woman shifted her weight to one leg and stuck her hip out in a relaxed, casual manner that was a complete from her recent behavior. So, what is your name? You moved shifts, right? If I'm going to be seeing you around a lot I might as well know your name. Kazuto was so stunned by the quick turn in her demeanor his fingers fumbled over spelling out his own name. Oh yeah, uh, I'm Kazuto Kirigaya. The woman shot him a coy grin. That's quite a handful, she told him.
Do you have a nickname or something? He didn't have a lot of friends, so there wasn't anybody to really give him a nickname. After a moment of silent self debate, he decided to use an amalgamation of his name he went by online. Yeah, some of my friends call me "Kirito". The woman tilted her head and an expression of thoughtfulness came over her face.
Ki-ri-to, she signed slowly. Kazuto saw her lips move as she pronounced his name while she practiced the signing. He offhandedly wondered how her voice sounded. He thought it might sound musical, like a flute crooning a lullaby.
Maybe it was quiet, like a summer breeze whispering through the trees on a lazy afternoon. Or maybe, he thought as his cheeks flushed red, her voice was low and sultry smooth, the embodiment of hot flashes and spine tingling chills. He shook his head and cleared his thoughts as the woman's attention refocused on him. I like it, she told him. Kazuto snorted and fiddled with his utility belt. Yeah, Kirito, the noble window washer.
There's nothing wrong with washing windows, you know. Without you, I wouldn't be able to enjoy the view! Kazuto smiled ruefully at the woman. Most women wouldn't be so kind to the guy that they caught peeping into their apartment while they were about to undress. The woman raised her eyebrows and stared back at him evenly.