Chapter 2: Some People Take Forever in Character Creation
The bed slides out excruciatingly slow and I bolt from it as soon as my head clears the scanner.
The clerk gives an ‘ok’ gesture as he compiles the data on the scanner’s screen.
“Great! Jun, let’s go back to the front and register your character. Mister, can we rent two VRMMO sets for 2 hours?”
Hm? Why two sets? When I ask Masaki while we walk to the cubicles in the front he explains that in VRMMOs, since your consciousness goes into the game he can’t help me create a character without going into the game himself.
Chapter 1: Jun Imamiya, 16-Year-Old High School Boy
The earliest memory of him I could remember was his broad back and the muscles that flexed underneath the thin jinbei. I was mesmerized by the sparks that flew every time he swung his hammer down.
Even now I can’t forget the way the fire lit his face, the warm light casting cold shadows as dusk settled in. Even while Grandma scolded him to come in to dinner, he only had time for the bright steel that glinted in the limited light.
When I was little I thought Grandfather was a wizard.
I may have been close before, but only on the last arrow