(Author here. Just wanted to say that: Yes, Ryuusei is the Fatal Bullet MC and is, therefore, an actual character in the canon timeline, just with a different personality and origin.)

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(Tomo Mansion, May 23rd, 2026, 7:08..)

It was considered natural for people to wake up early. As such, even Philip Agro Isekai Tomo (no relation to Hosaka Tomo, however) himself couldn't disagree with it. Normally, Agro wouldn't get up until late morning due to him overworking his body, but something is normal, however:

He awoke to the aroma of cherryblossms, much stronger then usual, probably due to it becoming the end of summer.

Pushing himself through the tiredness he's suffering with, he found himself looking at the mirror on top of the roof, forcing himself to examine himself.

Tanned skin, hetrochromic eyes with a strange roundness to them, and an extremely skinny, almost sickly like body that allowed him swift movement. But what he missed was his old hair colour: blue, slicked back hair that looked like blue fire, somewhat.

Then again, he's also glad for his sliver hair, as it doesn't require hair gel, unlike its previous self. (Or so he was told, anyway...)

By Fate, he distasted it.

More specifically, how peoples view him as 'perfection'. Nevertheless, notwithstanding, and most certainly ungracfully, he pushed himself out of bed into his slippers and out the sliding door, and was met with one of his sisters flying down the stairs, probably due to the faulty ladder.

Just a glimpse to the life of Philip Agro Isekai Tomo.

After setting up the table for 6, he entered the kitchen to cook. It was commonly said that he was more wife then husband, but he viewed it as a strength: It meant he wasn't perfect.

"So," a voice asked, as Megumi 'Gumi' Mistral Tomo, his eldest-little sister by two years, entered the kitchen with a smirk on her face. "How's my favourite brother today?"

Philip smiled gently, brewing his Darjeeling tea. "I'm your only brother, Gumi. And to answer, I'm well. Just nervous."

A flash of recollection went across her face, and moved towards the stove. "Yeah, I can understand that. I'll finish this, so you go ahead and.. do your thing."

Philip nodded, exiting the back door and entered another, smaller room holding only a single object. It looked like a crystal with golden accents, but its true purpose perplexed even Philip: all he knows is that it allows him to gaze into the past, through his ancestors eyes. He had created it on the pretense of the concept of 'Genetic-Memories' in mind, and found it semi-correct; he could see the memories of those before him and the past Lords of House Tomo, but some of the memories were usually highly out of order, and so are taken 'with a grain of salt'.

Although, with a heart as steel as his will, he touched the crystal, and looked deep into the past.

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(Marley, September 11th, 850, 9:00..)

Marley was, from he could understand, an ancient civilization ruled by his ancestor, the previously mentioned Nisshoku Fulgur Tomo ('Eclipse of Lightning', he translated from old texts) with his father and mother, Snow Sakira Tomo and Atlisia Fritz-Tomo respectively.

Currently, Snow was asleep in his room rapped in a futon with his blue hair covering his face when he was awoken by a soft tapping noise coming from his sliding door. (In truth, the only difference between Snow and himself, Agro noted, was that his skin was a lighter shade and his right eye was deep brown).

After putting on his kimono loosely (a gift from another country), he slided his door open to meet with his sister, Megumin Mikado Tomo. Like her brother, she had cyan blue hair, but retained her left eye, with it being a healthy shade of green.

"Hello, Snow," she greeted him formally, her tone holding only slight traces of emotion. "Breakfast will be severed momentarily."

Snow sighed, looking down at the late-teen. "Very well, please inform Mira I'll be there soon." Megumin nodded and left, leaving the Shogun alone to dress. His life, while less mundane like the others, was still painfully boring. Winter-white eyebrows pursed together, he began to change while thinking; What could he do that was different? The same question that haunted his father and his ancestors.

Unlike the other ancient families, like Ratmann, the males of House Tomo are effeminate: although they appear male, they identify as 'Hermaphrodites'; that is, although they resemble females, they are undoubtedly male due to their voices. Not only that, but many of them have parental instincts from birth.

However...

"Please take a seat, Father!"

...He cursed Mira for practically brainwashing his daughter. Honestly, as she no shame!?

Standing before him was his eightteen-year old daughter, Olleta Xealia Tomo, wearing nothing; at least, clothes wise. What she did wear, however, as an accessory for her throat, was a simple (yet powerfully effective) collar with the words 'The Peculiar Wife of Nisshoku Fulgur Tomo' on it.

For the record, Nisshoku didn't want to marry his own sister. But, due to the lack of births in the Tomo family the last few decades, desperate times called for desperate measures. (In Nisshoku's defence, he turned out fine, bar the lack of love he had, even if it's platonic.)

Regardless of his mental health crumbling away, he sat down at the usually full table and couldn't help but ask, "Wherever is the others, Lia?"

Lia smiled at him. "They'll be here soon, Father. Sit now, enjoy your meal." and the emperor did so, and once the rest of the leaders arrive, Lia excused herself much to the chief, Mia's amusement.

"My, are we truly that scary to her?" she asked the table, with the Merchant Queen, Ali replying. "Not usually, no. Maybe it's because her parents are here?"

Snow chuckled, shaking his head. "No, it's not that." his hand then touched his head, before speaking seriously. "What's Nisshoku doing back in Paradis?"

Ali waved him off. "He'll be fine, Snow. He has the Hammer, remember?"

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(Paridis Island, Wall Rose, September 11th, 850, 9:00..)

Eren Yeäger was, for the most part, conscious of the fact that he's usually extremely furious with the world and the Titans beyond the Walls. Other times, when he's talking with Armin, Chirsta or Sasha, he finds himself enjoying himself. Of course, that's ruined by Mikasa. When he asked Nisshoku about it, the silverette dragged him outside onto the Training Grounds. And now, he finds himself in front of a deadpanned, one-blue-eyed Cadet.

"Tell me, are you and Mikasa close?" he asked Eren, which caused Eren to raise his eyebrows. What does his relationship his Mikasa have to with anything? Nevertheless, he answered.

"I.. have been with Mikasa for a long time. We're siblings, after all. Why?"

He must of answered wrong, because Nisshoku groaned in agony, further confusing Eren. Why was he annoyed? Was there something he knew that he himself didn't? And if so, what--

"Eren, she loves you."

...Wait, WHAT!?

"Wait, WHAT!?" he echoed his thoughts, looking at Nisshoku as if he just turned into a Titan. "You're joking, right!?"

Nisshoku, however, pinched his nose and looked towards Eren in something similar to affirmation. "You've seen the signs, yes?"

Eren went quiet. Now that he thinks about it, Mikasa has done things only lovers do... but why him? Did saving her cause her that much of an effect? He gave a great sigh, looking at his 'Get-Out-Of-Punishment-Card'. "Is it too late now to remedy it? I mean, it's late, but..."

Nisshoku smiled his small smile. "If you think so, wash her scarf. That thing has dead skin cells on it." and with that, the strange Cadet departed, leaving Eren to make a mad dash towards the Barracks.

After all, what teenage boy wouldn't?

Later, when breakfast was announced, he found himself facing a smiling Mikasa and a blushing Eren, with the former wearing a black scarf in comparison to her usual red. Nisshoku called this a victory in his Book of Perseverance.

"Wait, when did Eren and Mikasa start dating?" Armin asked from beside him, which led him to look at him. "I mean, I know that Mikasa had attraction towards Eren, but why now?"

Nisshoku simply smiled, an unintentional smirk present in it. "Oh, I've just given Eren a push into a relationship. After all, it's my family's job: looking after the Yeager's, and clean up their messes."

"What about Eren's sister, Faye? Does she apply to that 'job' of yours?" the blonde pointed to the ravenette in question, who was looking at Sasha's offered meat in absolute disgust.

The sliverette put his hand up and waved it side to side in a 'No, but actually yes' motion. "I mean, Faye is, as you said, Eren's sister, so yes."

"Hang on.. Oh Maria, Eren is the obsession of a fourteen-year-old girl--" he was cut off however, as Nisshoku out his finger to his lips and shut him up.

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(17:44..)

Nisshoku found himself in a strange situation: he was whisked away to the cliff over the lake by Mikasa who, after they stopped walking, gave him a 'I-Know-What-You-Did' look.

"You had a role in it, didn't you?" she challenged him, but Nisshoku, who channelled his best curious expression, looking at Mikasa with a tilted head.

"And, pray tell, if I did?"

Mikasa shuffled something behind her back, before showing it Nisshoku. "Then please, consider this a gift: a token of my appreciation."

It was her red scarf, completely washed. Nisshoku, for the most part, looked conflicted. "Well, I usually don't receive a gift from anyone, so I thank you." he took it, rapped it around his neck, and looked down towards Mikasa and asked her the golden question. "Could I interest you in a story?"

Mikasa nodded. "Go ahead. I'll see if it interests me or not."

He nodded, and began his tale. "Long ago, when Man was new, a God descended from the Nexus, which is basically the story's Heaven. His name has changed throughout the course of history, was known then as 'Zekken Noxledin', meaning 'The Absolute Sword of Bright Darkness'.

"Zekken helped Humanity through history, unknowingly gaining admirers, and one day, a crack in the World opened up, and an Imperfect God crawled out of the Nexus; he was known as 'Azrael Tomo', which meant 'Friend to the Gods', and was my ancestor." Nisshoku paused to look to Mikasa's attention span, and she egged him on, and so he did. "But instead of Tomo fighting Zekken, he did something strange: he became his.. 'friend'."

"...I beg your pardon?" flatly spoke Mikasa, with Nisshoku looking just as defeated. "Never mind, go on."

"Anyway, stuff happened and Zekken ended up with a harem, a daughter full of wincest, and Tomo ended up suffering a curse: when himself or his son and his descendents, including myself, had a near death experience, their left eyes, one of sliver, became a clock, ticking down the time until their Last Day, and slows it down when adrenaline is high, with the ability being known as 'Acceleration', and leads us to wear an eyepatch.

"And thus, the two Ancient Families continued to be in harmony, and ends up with the current ones: Eren Yeäger, your brother, the 'Harem King', and me, Nisshoku Fulgur Tomo, the 'The King's Wingman''."

Mikasa let out a low whistle, looking at Nisshoku in a newly formed respect. "Huh. And here I thought that it was me with a strange backstory."

"Well, allow me to utterly disappoint you now, then: it's nought more then myths and legends."

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(Present Time..)

Now back to his own time, Philip got up, muttered 'Ieàun' and went across the gravel path, lost in thought. While he knew of the Power of Chronos, we could never access the Past, much to his own confusion. Now that he knows, he wondered even more. Why didn't his years count?

'Perhaps it was because I wasn't truly there per say?' he questioned himself quietly, but shook his head. 'No, that's impossible. After all, my Fluctlight was still there even when I was in--'

"Still bigger, Lil' Sis~"

He paused. Then he turned the corner. 'What on Earth...'

Miku Jiyuu Lillie Tomo, the second-eldest sister who was behind Gumi by a year, had her non-existent chest being pushed up by Gumi's large breasts, a smug expression on her face that was the complete and upmost opposite to Miku's glare, her overlonged arms holding her kneecaps in annoyance.

Philip, in all his twenty-one years upon Earth, knew that he should never get between women, and made a silent dash towards the only closed door and opened it.

Immediately, his sense of smell was attacked pleasantly by roses, and he smiled at the sight of his youngest sister by twelve years, Rin Zelda Yumiya Tomo, curled up in her coup of sheets, and snoring cutely.

The solution to awakening her was simple: He went close to her ear and whispered. "Teto took your teddy bear."

Her head snapped up and looked around with wild eyes until her gaze landed on her brother, leading her pout adorably. "Mou~! You're so mean, Big Brudder!"

(Philip knows he just affirmed to himself that he didn't like perfection but by God--)

Her 'Big Brudder's' response was to pick her up, resulting in another adorable 'Eep!' and twirled her around. "Rinny, your breakfast is going to get cold. Do you want to miss out on the first meal of the day?"

Rin let a 'Hmph!' sound, looking away whilst crossing her arms. "Why do we even have breakfast? And for that matter, why is it even called breakfast?"

Philip looked at her funnily. "You're asking someone with a PhD this. Do you want the short answer, or the long and interesting one that will also make me happy?"

Rin nodded her head feverishly, and her brother explained both matters. "Firstly, we have breakfast because, as tests have proved, the first meal of is the most important, as it energises us for the duration of the day.

"As for the word itself, it's origin is from us calling sleep 'fasting', and when he awake we 'brake' it. So it becomes 'break-fast', as we 'break the fast'." at the end of his explanation, Rin looked at him with an awed and.. angry expression? Odd.

"I know that I can impress my friends with facts," Rin said, before pointing a finger at Agro, declaring: "But first, I want your Special Meat!"

Unsurprisingly, Philip mind short circuited... until he asked slowly, "Who told you that set of words, Rin?"

"Eh?" Rin asked, confused by the sudden shift in Agro's personality. "Big Sis Gumi said that I'm missing out on it--?"

Agro was gone. Just then a loud Slap! echoed throughout the house, much the other older sisters amusement.

"WHAT THE HELL--"

"WHO DID IT!? WHO CORRUPTED MY LITTLE SISTER!?"

"I'M YOUR LITTLE SISTER YOU--"

Except Rin, who was confused, but made a silent resolve to herself. 'Fine then! I'll just go ask Future-Big Sis Miya about it!'

Note to self: Never let Rin be alone. The girl is dangerous if left alone to her own thoughts.

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(Meanwhile, in Sword Art: Origin..)

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"...up, dammit!"

....Huh? Was someone calling him? Maybe if he mutters 'five more minutes' they'll go away...

"D'ja really wanna skip Aa-chan's breakfast?"

Oh, crap!

Kirito jolted upwards from his bed and banged heads with a hooded Argo, who moaned in pain. "Oi, watch yer 'ead, Kii-bou!"

"Same to you, Smartass!"

The 'relationship' between Kazuto 'Kirito' Kirigaya and Hosaka 'Argo the Rat' Tomo (again, no relation is between her and Philip Tomo, despite the fact that they share the same last name) was nothing short of the greatest comedy of all time, with Klein even saying he'd pay good money for it (and, given that Agro was an up-and-coming stand-up comedian before SAO, and was still even so now). Naturally, this was alongside her Journalism Studies, so she could report and make fun of the news as well.

Kind of similar to Russell Howard, when she thinks about it.

"I'd prefer ya call me 'Cocky Bastard', thank ye very much," Argo commented, seemingly getting over her stab of pain quickly. "Any'ow, ya ge'in' up or what?"

Kirito, though tired, still made the effort of getting up and stretching, looking at Argo. "Guess it's time for the BoB?"

"Right," Argo agreed, looking slightly nervous despite her excitement. "Let's just 'ope Ryuusei is 'on our team. I'm gonna be 'onest wit' ja: I've seen 'im fight, and that's one battle I don' wanna challenge."

"Oh, what's this?" Kirito dramatically asked, looking at Argo with a faux-shocked expression. "Argo the Rat, being afraid of a pretty boy with a long stick?"

"At least 'e knows 'ow to use it."

...Cue the laugh track, because that damaged Kirito's pride so much he fell down and caught depression, leading Argo to panic. "B-But 'e's got nuttin' on you though! I mean, not even the great Tomo himself would even dream of--?"

Kirito looked at Argo... and then burst out laughing, tears flowing freely as laughed to his hearts content, leaving the Rat dumbfounded.

"Hahahaha! Oh, Gods above! I-I hahaha, can't breath! Hahahaha!"

In all honesty, Kirito's laugh is a beautiful sound. And Argo, who's ideals remain untainted, fear her own would do so to his. Nevertheless, they both laughed together at such a tasteless joke.

Elsewhile, downstairs, Silica was seen with an unnatural expression on her face: the type you'd normally see upon someone thinking on a GCSE, but instead its purpose was due to the name she found in her history books:

'Sir Kãżůțō Peppèrpot, leader of the Congress of 1607, next to Lord Yujîö Donatello Ťömö, Lord of the House of Tomo, as pictured here'.

This perplexed Silica, as she never knew Agro's family went so far back in history. (Not only that, but Sir Peppèrpot [she didn't believe for a nanosecond that his name was that] looked uncannily like Kirito-sama. Maybe even Kirito didn't even know his history?)

Just then, the door of the Café opened, and Lisbeth, entered the chat, her mood lighting up once she saw Silica. "Oh, hey there! What's the row?"

"The what?" Silica replied, confused by the phrase.

"Oh, sorry, it's something I read about in British history. It meant 'What's the matter' in Victorian London."

"I.. never knew that. Guess you learn--?"

"BECAUSE 'ONESTLY! THE AIM OF MONOPOLY IS JUS' TA GO 'ROUND LON'ON BEIN' LI'E "CAN' AFFORD THAT, CAN' AFFORD THAT!'"

From above, Argo's rant was reaching levels of shouting that shouldn't be reached. Tuning her out ("I GOT NUTTIN' IN THA' BANK AN' I CUN' ONLY DREAM OF WINNIN' FIF'Y-ODD QUID IN A BEAU'Y CONTEST!"), the Blacksmith crossed her arms to Silica. "And what of you, hmm?"

Silica looked side to side before asking quietly, "Have you figured out what happened to to Philip-kun?"

She gave a simple shrug. "I'm thinking fake memories. It's not actually a long shot, as Tomo-chan's Great-Uncle, Ryuuchi, said that it's happened in the past, so why not now?"

"So basically, someone is trying to make trick him? Why would they?" persisted the Dragon Tamer, and Lisbeth offered naught but another shrug of his shoulders, looking lost.

"Why so indeed. But first, it's the matter of not why--"

"But how?" Silica finished for her, and Lisbeth made a 'hm-hmm!' sound. "I actually have a theory on it."

"Oh, what's this?" Lisbeth's lips began to form a dangerous smirk. "Sweet little Silica is actually Batman in plain sight?"

"Who's Batman?"

"..." Lisbeth gave her a deadpanned expression and pinched her nose. "Never mind that, just say your theory, woman."

"Oh, right! Basically, have you noticed that when we talk to Ryuusei, he never comes by anything that would reflect himself?"

Lisbeth slowly nodded. "Yeah, but maybe he just doesn't like his own reflection?"

Silica weighed her hand left and right. "Maybe, but I also know that he suffers from SPD."

"SPD?" Lisbeth asked, confused.

"Split-Personality Disorder. Along with Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, and something else that I can't remember."

Lisbeth, for the most part, looked at Pina (who was sitting on her master's head) and asked. "Was she always this gullible?"

"Sqraw!"

Seems so, she decided.

"Ryuusei actually told me about it. He sometimes has memory loss, and knew that he could trust me." she concluded, not listening to Lisbeth.

Lisbeth eventually nodded, still not convinced that Ryuusei can forget things easily. "So, who's this 'Alternate-Version' of Tomo-chan?"

A smile. "It's--"

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(Forgotten Woods..)

A party of 5, holding a hostage in a No-Teleport Zone. Two shotgunners, one AR, one SuM and a Mini. In all, easy to defeat, even when they're in a fortress.

Ryuusei looked over the location via his Hunting Skill, perched up on a nearby tree and found no way in but trickery. It should be easy, given his high Agility and Strength.

Should.

"You know something? I think you should go brute."

He turned to face the amused and scarred face of The Beserker. What should have been his worse emotions personified.

Hatred. Anger. A total disregard of humanity.

Except, he wasn't. He loved chaos, sure, but it gave him meaning to live, in a sense much like how his family gave him his.

"Brute force won't get us in. However, if we're able to separate them, then we'll go along with your vision." Ryuusei explained simply, and 'He' looked at 'Himself' amused. "How're you going to do that, me?"

He smiled, pulling out his Tödd-Jiyuu. "Improvisation, of course."

Bang!

On the bright side, it worked.

On the bad, the two SGs can out, spreading out to find the intruder.

One of them, who was near the grates, was suddenly Disconnected as his HP hit zero. The cause: Death from below via his Energy Estoc.

'It's sad how easy it is, honestly.'

'Ditto, Philip.'

He grappled to the nearest Vantage Point with his trusty UFG and found the second SG below him, and so dropped down, blocked his mouth and sliced his throat with his knife. (Technically, it's LLENN's, but he had permission to use it.)

"Oi! Up here!" The Being of Memories shouted, and the Incarnate appeared next to him, listening.

"What to do.." he mused, twirling his hair in his finger. The three others had eyes on all entrances. Except the top. Why do people never look up anymore?

"When did they ever?" dryly answered the emotion. "Even during the Second World War they never did." he sighed, disappearing. "It's a shame really."

"Well," decided the floral-lover, getting ready. "Guess we'll see how fast I am."

He went down, killing one and went to strike at the nearest and shot the farthest. All of which happened in the span of 2.0846 milliseconds.

Ah, VR. How many rue it never happened during their lifetime.

When he came too, he was back in Ryuusei's (or their) room, with the Black Swordsman as their guest. He sighed, sitting down and examined them with a critical eye.

He was always there, even if he didn't want to, ever since 2017. After a year of imprisonment, Philip came to and became different then what he originally was.

Truly, human beings are amazing, in theory.

"You still there?"

Oh, right. Ryuusei was looking him, so he flotated over to him.

He answered. "Yes, I am." taking in the new surroundings, she asked, "Is that the Lobby?"

"Yes, it is." then he realised he had thirty seconds to reach it. "Ah, shoot."

He rolled his eyes, evaporating. He really is entertainment Incarnate. No pun intended.

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(Marley, ???, 14:15..)

He blinked. He blinked again. He blinked, and the face of Nisshoku appeared in front of him offering a hand. "Get off your ass, Eren."

He was confused. What happened?

The Warhammer Titan crushed a red-scarfed woman and attacked him, and with the swing of the enemy's hammer, the Source of All-Living Matter 'exploded'.

He died? No, that's impossible. Nisshoku missed, right? He shook his head, getting up from the ground and looked at his long-time friend(?), "Where are we?"

"I was hoping you would've answered that for me, Eren." replied the other Scout, as he made his onto the streets. "But you'd assume you have the Mark of the Eldians for a reason."

He was correct, as when the Attack Titan Shifter looked to his left arm, a golden label reflected back at him, with Nisshoku's being similar to the Red Sun that was over Paradis.

They walked together for a few minutes, taking in the scenery when the Legendary Swordmaster suddenly spoke. "What in God's name..?"

"What is it?" Eren briskly asked, before finding himself just as shocked.

It was Grisha and Faye Yeäger, both of which children. Even then, Eren found himself lamenting over Faye's disgusting fate: in a ditch, covered in a white liquid, and mutilated beyond recognition.

Eren looked towards Tomo in desperation and, reasonably, hope. "We can save her."

"How?" was his intelligent response.

Ignoring the stupid question, he began to march after the Yeäger siblings with Nisshoku close behind until they reached an open space, where Eren announced their presence.

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Faye Yeäger, for the most part, was exited when Grisha told her about the airship. It was, after all, something new.

Being raised as the daughter of an Eldian family was bad enough. Of course, her being the daughter only made it worse. Constantly, people asked for her 'assistance', but she always turned them down.

Now, when she should've met her demise, a low, deep voice reached her and her brother's ears.

"Rather odd to see children without parents walking around."

Whipping around with a speed so fast it was amazing she didn't suffer from any backlash, she found two men, both looking like complete opposites to each other.

The first man, on the right, had short, sliver hair tied into exactly ten braids, a blue eye and and eyepatched one, and, what she assumed were custom made clothes, with wings, one blue and the other white, overlapping on the back of his jacket with the letters 'N.F.T' on his left breast.

The one on the left, despite looking more 'normal' then his counterpart, possessed an almost ethereal aura around him. He had shoulder-long, untamed black hair that covered one of his eyes (a turquoise sort of colour) with the words 'E.Y' on his right breast.

For whatever reason, the wings reminded her of freedom. And why did her chest flutter when she sees the raventte's eyes?

"A-Are you two officials?" Grisha asked from the side, scared out of his wits. She couldn't blame him though, she's just as--what's the phrase?-- Ah yes, scared shitless.

Thankfully, Sliver takes the initiative, stating, "No, we're not," he then gained a curious look in his eyes. "But what of you two?"

Busted.

"W-Well, you see Sir, me and my brother were.." she struggled for an excuse, but the white-haired man put a hand up, silencing her.

"I--and by extension, we-- won't pry into your affairs, young miss. However, for convenience sake, please permit us to follow you, so you don't get into trouble." he paused, then added, "and for God's sake, just call us Nisshoku and..?"

"Eren." came the short response of his partner, who looked over them and gestured forwards. "Shall we all be off?"

"Of course, but.." Grisha began, and at Nisshoku's concerned look said, "But we were told not to mingle with strangers."

Eren shook his head, unamused. "We've given you our names, so we're not exactly strangers, yes?"

Grisha hesitated, but then nodded, with them walking towards their joint destination, unaware of Nisshoku's gaze on Faye.

'Now, how to get her on Eren's case?'

It was times like these that Nisshoku Fulgur Tomo rues the day he met Eren Yeäger.

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(Present Time..)

It was times like these that Kirigaya Kazuto rues the day he met Philip Agro Isekai Tomo.

Then again...

"County Ro~ads! Take me ho~me! To the pla~ce;"

...It did come with an audience.

"I BELO~NG!"

"When the hell did you learn to sing!?" Pitohui asked him from the back seat, which prompted him to smile.

"I've practiced since I was six, actually!" he replied, happy that someone other then his (girl)friends likes his singing. "But seriously, I've still got some ways to go."

"You're joking!" exclaimed Fukaziroh, already impressed. "You can go further beyond!?"

"Fuka, I'm... going to be blunt." LLENN said, looking at her first IRL friend. "He's Kirito."

"Yeah, I know that, just not the whole 'I-Can-Sing-Like-A-Badass' part!"

Kirito gave a sheepish laugh. "I think I'm average.."

"Hey, not to intrude, but who's driving the car?"

From the front, an energetic voice yelled back. "HEY WHAT'S UP GUYS!?"

"Please excuse Yuuki, everyone," Asuna 'The Flash' said from the front passenger seat. "It's her birthday today, meaning that she's a bit.. (what's the word that Liz used again? Oh right!) 'delirious' today."

"...Um," the SAO Beta Tester (excluding Kirito) spoke up, looking at the obviously happy Yuuki. "Happy birthday?"

"Thanks!" she replied, her mood improving even more. "But I'm afraid the festivities are over, because the cake was AMAZING!"

Just then, the radio came to life. "Kirito, do you hear me?"

"Loud and clear, Itsuki." was the Swordsman's reply, placing the guitar back into his inventory. "What's the news?"

"There's a couple hundred people here, but they're getting mowed down quickly," he replied, just as Kureha yelled out to her, "Itsuki! Could you please hurry up!?"

"So basically, things are going well?"

"We're.. getting there. Itsuki out."

The car stopped moving at that moment, causing further confusion. "Why are we stopping?"

"That's strange.." Yuuki muttered, as she got out of the car, the others following. "There's apparently an enemy near by, but nothing's bleeping."

'Maybe stealth? No, they'd still appear.' Kirito thought to himself.

What happened next was red lining. Literally, as hundreds of Prediction Lines appeared, and out of the centre came, with a casual smile, was Ryuusei.

"Ryuusei?" Fukkaziroh said confused, looking at the intelligent silverette. "What are you doing here?"

The man in question snapped his fingers, and the PLs disappeared, but didn't help calm them. "Fancy meeting you here, Black Swordsman."

"Nobody calls me that anymore." said Kirito, looking at his Squad Leader. "What're you doing?"

"Always the boring questions," Ryuusei said, eyes rolling, but then followed up, "But that's your charm, yes?

"But to answer; I wish to battle. Not for any antagonistic reasons, but to, in a sense, 'check' something."

"And what's that?" they moved towards the centre, and Kirito got a better look at his Photon Sword. The 'Railway Blade', he called it, but never explained why he did so, bar the strange trigger on the side.

"Must you two wast your time on this?" even Pito was against it, but was shot down by Kirito. "Don't worry, Pito. I'll be fine!"

"Heh. Optimistic as ever. I like that."

Kirito and Ryuusei unsheathed their swords at the same time, and the latter said, with a bright smile, "Let us dance."

Kirito ran at him, but the older sidestepped and tripped him, yawning. "Is this all?"

Ryuusei jumped back to avoid being hit and countered him, as he analysed the situation.

Kirito had his blade in his dominant hand, his other in front of him, leaving his back open.

He charged at him and blocked several times to reach him--

But then sliced the bullets from his six, glaring at the plane housing both Philia and Nautilus. "This.. was unexpected. Oh well," he shrugged, and as he pulled out a flashbang, whispered to Kirito. "You really should have taken greater care the first time you rocked Keiko's world, aye?"

Kirito tried to slice at him, but he was already gone, and all of the bullet lines were trained on him, like a spotlight.

In retrospective, he should have saw this coming. Yet, he allowed himself to listen to the older man, but even that caused him a strange feeling.

He recognised Ryuusei, he knew who Ryuusei was all those years ago, but from where?

And just as he dodged a bullet, he knew it.

Ryuusei was a former member of Laughing Coffin. Hyper-Mobility, the 'Killer of Killers', responsible for exactly three-hundred Red Player deaths back in SAO, counting some of the high-ranking members, and possessed the Unique Skill 'Darkness Blade', for the largest body count in the game, probably due to the lack of actual 'killings' in LC. Back then, they were one and the same. Both merciless, yet they fought for a reason.

Both of them had families to get back to, they just went around their business differently. Once after he awoke, he even asked, "If I kill a murderer, then what does that make me? A hero, or something worse?"

Kirito didn't know the answer. He was only seventeen, dammit! Not twenty-one!

He was brought out his mental hassle by LLENN, who looked at him in traces of anger. "And do you have any ideas on how to get out!?"

Kirito surprised her with a smile. "I do actually, yes."

He took out his Photon Sword, igniting the pink/purple sword, and turned it sideways, as another came out of the end.

Kirito smiled getting ready to run through the small army. "Never thought I'd see the day I'd actually be glad I watched Star Wars."

Everyone signed, but got out their own weapons, and they begun the fight out of the ambush.