Y/N P.O.V

It was time. I gripped my sword, and grinned. Nothing would stop me from winning. I relaxed, leaning against the wall, waiting for my first match. Grandpa and Julie were there, ready to cheer me on. I had to win, I had to prove to Grandpa that I was just as good as my father! I gripped my sword even tighter. Finally, I heard my name being called. I looked at myself in the mirror one more time, and then stepped out into the hallway, down to the arena. I entered the arena, and the crowd cheered. "For this match, We have some guy who will probally lose facing the best sword fighter in town, Y/N!" After that, the match began. The next few hours were a blur. I won every fight. But then, I walked out into the stadium again, and the person standing on the other side of the arena was Asuna. I gritted my teeth, and Asuna smiled. "Well well. Look who it is." Asuna taunted, twirling his sword. Then the fight began. I sprinted forward, using a sword skill to jump up and slash my sword downwards, but Asuna blocked it and stepped towards me. I dodged, blocked it, and kicked him. He stumbled backwards, and sliced across the ground, creating a dust cloud. I coughed, trying to see through the dust. Asuna jumped out at me through the dust, and sliced across my face. I gasped out in pain, clutching my face. I growled, and slashed out in a circle, hitting Asuna. I heard him yelp, and stabbed out at him. I heard the sound of sword clashing, and then a thunk. The dust cleared, and Asuna was disarmed. I had won. As I stumbled back to my waiting room, I clutched my face, which had began to bleed. I growled. The next fight was the final. I was so close to winning. I grinned. It was time to show the world how awesome I was.

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A/N Okay so quick note, the story will NOT finish once this tournament is over.

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Y/N P.O.V

It was time. As I walked out into the arena, I breathed deeply. But then I looked up, and saw who it was. It was Kirito. I stumbled, but then regained my balance. "And now, the final match! Kirito verses Y/N!" The announcer shouted, and then he sounded the bell. I sprinted across the field, and brought my sword down on Kirito... but he dodged it and stabbed at me weakly. I blocked it, and then punched him across the face. As he stumbled back, I slashed at him, cutting him across the leg. He yelled and stabbed at me, stabbing into my arm. I shouted and slashed across his leg. He fell, dropping his sword. I looked down at him, and raised my sword. I could finally teach him a lesson about messing with me. But as I looked down and into his eyes, I realized something. I... I loved him. I dropped my sword, and fell to my knees. And then, finally, as we stared into each other's eyes, we kissed. The crowd cheered and clapped and wolf-whistled, but I did'nt notice. All that mattered to me at the moment was that Kirito was finally mine. We smiled at each other, and then walked out of the arena, into the town, and the bright sunlight

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A/N and there you have it. Thats over. But the story is not!