《Age of Swordsmen Online》7.5 Pain
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"Shizu!? Shizu!?" Kyaga tried to wake her up by shaking her body.
She slowly opened her eye again locking her gaze onto Kyaga. "Kyaga?"
"Yes, yes. It's me!" He answered. Happiness is written across his face through the fact that his friend did not die as he thought.
"We beat him?" She asked. Her voice was still shaken up by what just happened and she had to get her consciousness back together.
"Yeah! You two almost had him but Rex and Toya came to help and finished him off."
Shizu smiled. "Well, at least I'm not dead, huh?"
Kyaga smiled back. "Yeah..." He said. A smile on his face, but a tear rolling down his cheek.
Rex and Toya, who helped up Itaka first, were now coming towards Shizu and Kyaga.
Kyaga quickly wiped his tears away and turned around. "Thank you, guys. You saved us there!"
"No problem Kyaga. We can't just let our friends die." He smiled back at him. "And I'm really glad that you are still fine Shizu. That looked painful."
"It sure is." She tried to laugh a bit but had to suppress it, because her body was still hurting too much. "I don't remember the pain being so realistic, to be honest."
In the last few weeks and months, especially as the top Players of AOS, all of them didn't really have that much high-level fighting going on, so they couldn't remember the pain simulation that good. But what they knew was that it wasn't that bad.
"Yeah, you're right." Answered Itaka. "It's almost like the Pain is 100% realistic. No, that it was like that ever before."
Kyaga nodded as well. "I thought so too."
"It might really not be the place we all thought it was." Said Rex, brushing his hand through his hair. His eyes went over to Kyaga again. "What were you guys doing here anyway?"
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"Doing a quest."
"A quest?" Answered Rex unbelieving. "Where did you get that?"
"In the Colosseum." Answered Kyaga whereupon Rex smiled at him.
"So we really think just the same, huh?" He answered,
"You really were the guys that did that quest too, huh?" Asked Itaka.
"Yup, and without Boss Fight for some reason..." Rex said a bit sarcastic.
"We don't know what that was all about as well..." Kyaga was still confused. "A Boss Fight at Level 1? That's just ridiculous."
"You are right. It was lucky you survived that encounter."
"We were lucky that you were near us." Mumbled Shizu down from the ground, still laying on Kyagas lap.
"That still doesn't explain why you were fighting with a Boss Monster, though." Rex looked at them skeptically. "We found 20 berries without risking our lives."
"I just saw that bush," Shizu pointed to the bush that was on the head of the giant just a minute ago, but was now laying on the ground, uprooted and full of dirt, "and I had to check if some berries were in there because we couldn't find some."
Rex smiled and turned. "Well then, let's check!"
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