shining orange. “Ha!” With his low yell, he jumped off the ground with a movement that was completely different to the ones before. Swish-! With this crisp sound, the sword drew its flame red trajectory through the air. The «Reaver», a basic skill of the one handed curved sword, struck the boar right in its neck as it was about to charge and got rid of the rest of its HP, which, like Cline’s, was about half full. Guekk— it screamed a pitiful cry and its large body shattered like glass and purple numbers appeared, showing how much virtual experience points I gained. “Yeeeeaaaahhh!” Cline took an overstated pose of victory with a huge smile on his face and raised his left hand. I high-fived him and smiled again. “Congrats on your first victory…but that boar — it’s about as hard as slimes from other games.” “Eh, really? I thought it was some sort of semi-boss or something!” “No chance of that.” My smile became a little forced as I sheathed my sword on my back. Even though I was teasing him, I understood what he was feeling right now. Since I had two more months of experience than him, it was only now that he could feel the exhilarating feeling of destroying his enemy by his own hand. Cline started to use the same sword skill over and over again yelling