Zongman, Rebirth of the Heaven-Defying Kirito

The commercial street began to bustle with activity at nine o'clock.

Asuna sat on a bench by the platform, her fingertips swiping across her phone screen as she looked at her call history with Suguha.

I had clearly instructed Suguha to remind Kirito, but the appointed time has arrived and there's not a trace of Kirito around.

"So, magical girls are all just fabricated lies after all?" Asuna rested her chin on her hand, a hint of doubt creeping into her mind.

They even started to wonder if they had been pushing themselves too hard.

Just as she was hesitating whether to make a call and ask, a low voice suddenly sounded behind her: "Asuna, over here!"

The voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for her to hear clearly.

Asuna turned around in confusion and saw a head peeking out from around the corner of a shop.

The person was wearing dark sunglasses and a thick mask, with only their eyes showing, making it impossible to see their face clearly.

Pervert?

Asuna's mind went on high alert, and she instinctively assumed a defensive posture.

After all, the other person's attire made them look suspicious.

But the other person called out my name accurately. Could it be someone I know?

Asuna remained wary as she tentatively asked, "Who are you? Why do you know my name?"

The person at the corner was clearly taken aback for a moment, their voice tinged with grievance: "It's me!"

“Even if you say it’s me, how could I possibly recognize you dressed like this?” Asuna frowned. “If you’re so capable, come out openly and honestly, instead of hiding in a corner.”

"It's impossible for me to go out." The other party refused without even thinking, their tone resolute.

Little did they know that Kiriko had exhausted all her courage to come this far.

Going out now would be indirectly killing her, wouldn't it?

The two remained locked in a stalemate, Asuna watching the other warily, while Kirito hid behind the corner, refusing to come out completely.

After a while, Kiriko quickly looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, then lifted her sunglasses with one hand and pulled down her mask with the other, revealing her delicate face.

She spoke rapidly, emphasizing, "Look, it's me!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than Kirito swiftly put her mask and sunglasses back on, as if the moment just now had been Asuna's illusion.

But in that very second, Asuna also saw that face clearly.

With her long, jet-black hair and delicate features, she was clearly the 'Black Snow' she had seen on her phone before!

Asuna's wariness dissipated, replaced by utter surprise.

She walked quickly to the corner, which was the shop's shadow area and difficult to spot from the outside; no wonder she hadn't noticed it at first.

Asuna then realized what was happening and tentatively asked, "You...you're really Kirito?"

"I already told you it was me!" Kirito said helplessly, seeing that Asuna hadn't recognized her after all.

Kiriko sighed, as if she had made some important decision.

Suddenly, a pale purple light flashed and enveloped her body.

The loose black coat vanished instantly, replaced by a black outfit with a matching robe, adorned with white patterns, and a lightsaber that gleamed faintly in his hand.

It's Kiriko-san, in her magical girl form!

However, this form only lasted for a moment.

Another flash of white light, and Kirito transformed back into her fully armed form, complete with a black coat, mask, and sunglasses.

Asuna was utterly shocked, her eyes widening: "Kiri...Kirito? No, I should call you Kiriko now!"

This kind of thing actually happens in the real world! This isn't SAO!

This was completely beyond her knowledge.

"Do you believe me now?" Kiriko's voice came through her mask, devoid of joy or sorrow.

Asuna nodded repeatedly: "I believe you! I believe you completely!"

But then her gaze fell on Kiriko's clothes.

After circling around Kirito, Asuna couldn't help but complain, "Are you serious about this outfit? We're not here on a secret mission."

"You don't understand! Only dressing like this makes me feel safe!" Kiriko tugged at her collar warily, afraid that someone would recognize her.

“But we’re here on a date!” Asuna emphasized helplessly, pointing to her clothes.

A beige shirt paired with a white tank top, a light pinkish-gray midi skirt, a small white handbag, and white canvas shoes—the overall outfit is simple, refreshing, and full of youthful charm.

Compared to the other two, Kiriko's full armor seemed particularly out of place, like heaven and earth.

Kiriko paused, then remembered why the two had come here: "Uh, I'd forgotten..."

So you forgot?

Asuna could no longer tolerate her behavior.

While Kiriko was still in a daze, he stepped forward, reached out, and ripped off her sunglasses and mask.

"What are you doing?!" Kiriko was shocked and felt her sense of security vanish instantly. She instinctively reached out to grab it.

Koasuna was prepared; she quickly put her sunglasses and mask into her bag and then took a step back.

After doing all this, she smiled and said, "A date should look like a date. I can't wear these things all the time, can I?"

Kiriko looked at the handbag in her hand, her face full of conflict.

I wanted to get my two items back, but the other person was a girl, so how could I possibly take her bag?

She could only watch helplessly as her 'disguise gear' was confiscated, her expression gradually shifting from panic to grievance, like a rebellious kitten whose toy had been taken away.

Now, Kiriko's appearance was completely exposed to the air.

Her features were delicate and soft, her skin was fair and smooth, and her long, black hair fell smoothly over her shoulders.

Asuna finally had a chance to properly examine the beautiful woman before her.

It's fine if you don't look, but once you take a closer look, your eyes will widen in surprise.

How could such a perfect creation exist in the world?

The boyish charm and the girlish grace blended perfectly in her, making her both lively and dazzling, leaving her momentarily stunned.

Looking at Kirito in front of her, Asuna felt as if her heart had been gently bumped by something.

Then he couldn't help but let out a "Whoa!"

Kiriko felt a little embarrassed by her gaze.

Asuna shook her head, trying to suppress the flutter in her heart.

Being so captivated by the appearance of her 'boyfriend' that her heart was racing is too surreal to be true.

But when her gaze fell on Kiriko's face, she couldn't help but sigh.

No wonder Eugeo calls him an 'unparalleled idol'!

I initially thought it was an exaggeration, but now I realize it's all just the literal meaning.

She was simply without makeup, yet her gentleness revealed a resilient strength; the combination of these two qualities created a fatal attraction.

"Miss Kiriko, how terrifying." Asuna muttered to herself.

Eugeo is right!

Now she completely agrees with the other person's point of view.

After thoroughly examining the outfit, Asuna finally fixed her gaze on Kirito's clothes.

The oversized coat wrapped the person up like a dumpling, completely concealing their figure.

Such a stunning face, completely ruined by this 'safety equipment'!

How could I tolerate this? Absolutely not!