The sword, swinging to these strange shouts, swished around cutting nothing but air. Right afterwards, the blue boar, which moved surprisingly quick considering its bulk, charged fiercely at its assailant. I burst into laughter after watching him fly through the air after getting hit by the boar’s flat nose and roll on the hill. “Hahaha…not like that. The first movement is important, Cline.” “Argh…that bastard.” The complaining assailant, a party member called Cline, got up and glanced at me while answering plaintively. “But Kirito, even if you say that… I can’t do anything about the fact that it’s moving.” I met this person, who had reddish hair held up by a bandana and simple leather armor worn over his thin body, a few hours ago. If he had revealed his real name, it would have been hard to omit the honorifics, but his name Cline and mine Kirito were both names we had made up for our characters. Putting “-san” or “-kun” at the end of them would sound comical more than anything. The legs of the person in question started shaking. Seems like he’s a little dizzy. I picked up a pebble from the undergrowth at my feet and raised it above my shoulder. As soon as the system detected the first motion of a sword skill, the pebble started giving off a slight green light. After that, my left hand almost moved by itself and the pebble went flying, drawing a straight line of light and hitting the boar between its