Yukimura's blood ran cold upon Akihiko Kayaba's declaration. It was as if time slowed down to nothing more than a snail-like crawl. This virtual paradise was nothing more than a gilded cage, trapping all 10,000 unlucky souls within it's gates until a party to cleared all 100 Floors. Looking around, everyone else seemed to be scared, angry, sad, in denial, or perhaps some combination of the four. However...
Yukimura couldn't help but smile peacefully, as if it were all some bad joke with a terrible punchline.
Finally, a second declaration. It seemed that the <<Game Master>> had left them all a present. With a few swipes of his hand, the young man glided through the inventory screens and saw the addition: a <<Hand Mirror>>. Not one to waste any time looking at it oddly, Yukimura decided to inspect the object. Suddenly, like all the other players, he was engulfed in a bright light.
When the light-show ended, Yukimura found himself not staring at the avatar of <<Ikusaba>>, but rather, his own true, ghostly-looking appearance. He recoiled back a bit, before realizing that Kayaba was finished dropping bombs and he was wasting time standing there like a fool. A few mobs wasn't much to go around for 10,000 players, and he had absolutely no time to waste. He had to get out in the field and pull some more level ups.
...Even so...
Yukimura glanced around at the other players. All of those were healthy young men and women with their futures ahead of them. He couldn't just hog all the EXP and leave them to fend for themselves. He just couldn't. However, letting them put themselves in danger fighting bosses with their hypothetically superior levels while he sat on his ass, twiddling his thumbs wasn't an option either.
The sickly teen clenched his fist and snarled. He turned on his heel and rushed past what seemed to be two friends, both females. Pink-haired and black-haired. Not that it mattered.
There was no time to waste. They all had a long journey ahead of them.