He was saved by the flexibility of the Aincrad-style for being able to send out secret moves from various stances this time, but in the duels during the official matches that will continue for another year, he could not rely solely on surprise attacks. There would likely be situations where he would have to overpower the other party from the front with strength. Until then, Eugeo would definitely have to find it. «Something to put in his sword» that could oppose Humbert's and Raios' bottomless pride. While raising the wooden sword still held in his right hand and gently stroking the abused blade with his left, Eugeo muttered. "...Thank you. Please help me out next time too." Slotting the sword into the belt on his waist, the short chime of a bell announced the arrival of six-thirty just as he started walking. It was finally about time for Kirito, cramming seriously in his room, to get hungry. Crossing the plain white wooden floor in haste, Eugeo gave a bow to the empty practice arena when he reached the door and rushed towards the exclusive dining hall. Going through the short passage, he entered the elite swordsmen-in-training's dormitory. There were no residential rooms on the first floor and in their stead, a large bath, dining hall and lounge were lined up. Mealtimes in the novice trainees' dormitory were fixed and the daily menu already decided, but quite some flexibility was given to both in the swordsmen-in-training's dormitory. It opened from six to eight and one could get the somewhat old male cook there who worked full-time to serve up any dish desired among a variety of menus that changed daily. Not to mention one could either eat at the dining hall or bring it back to their rooms. Raios and Humbert had luckily made their way to the bath first and there were no signs of other swordsmen-in-training in the dining hall. As he approached the kitchen's counter, he checked the menus for the day posted on the bulletin board. It appears that roast mutton, deep-fried white-fleshed fish or chicken meatball stew could be chosen for the main dish. ...Let's see, if it's him, he'll get the stew, along with fresh vegetables in cheese and pickled oli, but I'm not too sure if he wants chilled siral water for drinks. He quickly thought that and while feeling a little dejected that he had already became familiar with his partner's tastes in food before he knew it, Eugeo leaned over the counter and shouted. "Good evening! Take-out for two please, erm, as for the main dish..."