The city felt stuffy, even unwelcoming after the rush hunting boars was. With 9 kills he managed to earn more than half the col neared to buy his weapon. He permitted himself a good meal as to recover from the fights, but it seemed so boring. Around him he could see either people that risked their lives to hunt beasts or those to scared to do shit and tried to make a living of the hunters. In truth there way too many people invested in tradeskills, but even so the prices never went down due to the great demand.
Revitalized he marched right back onto the fields...all he needed was some 10 more boars, easier said than done thou as the points he spent in strength were not enough to end the boars life in one swing. Thus the <Slant> <Parry> combo continued easily ending a single boar in seconds. Worse was the lack of mobs...
It took him some fifteen to twenty minutes to get one kill, not really the way he planned to spend the day. He was beginning to hate his new found resolution, what after, what will those claws change, so many doubt gathered with each minute of searching a boar that he was on the verge of giving up at all times. At the same time thou each slash, each kill made him feel better. Each step taking him further and further from the packs of players hunting in the vicinity of the city. At last he could feel his blood flow again, slash after slash, parry after parry. Then again the slump, the wait...
Some three hours later the needed col had been gathered, he was on the outer limit of the boar zone. He sat down to catch his breath after his last clash. It had been a good day for a newb, at least in SAO terms. With his XP bar half full and HP almost untouched he could easily continue, but the claws were waiting for him and he couldn't wait to get them. As he got up to head back a boar spawned in his path, shrugging he readied the short sword and lazily headed toward the beast to engage it...