Roxas's POV
By 3:00 p.m. this afternoon, we arrived at this island called Guimaras. My childhood friend Sho and I had gone through many times in our shared past. As usual, the place on the island where the ferry had docked was good as usual. Kaota and Elisa were mesmerized by the paradise environment of the island. There were stalls selling fresh mangoes and mango-based products, and souvenirs for tourists and visitors. As all of us are now walking through the street, Kaota pulls out his smartphone and begins to take pictures of the stalls and the landscape of the town. Elisa have it around while being mesmerized by the beauty of her surroundings. Sho was very relaxed as if he had finished some sort of work (I knew that currently he is a freshman in college, in a major course of computer programming and a minor course of agriculture at an Iloilo City college.)
The weather was anything but perfect.
While trekking through the streets and then reaching the rural areas where the mango orchards are in operation for their next batch of the year, we saw a boasting of someone who was in a set of clothes that resembled a monarchy, western monarchies to be exact.
"I am a king of Aincrad…" he flaunted his gamely status, "...and so as on this island in this world."
Some of the people who saw that were confused as flip.
"That guy…" Sho growled, as if he knew about that person.
"What is it, Kuya Sol?" I turned to Sho.
"That guy over there is crazy and delusional…his name is Sugou…"
Sugou heard that and looked at us and others.
A smirk emerged from his face. "Well, well…what do we have here, if it was Manabat Sho…a.k.a. SolSTI10…"
"What are you doing here, Sugou-san?" Sho folded his arms while being protective of me and others in our group.
Wait… they actually know each other?
Cristina was as protective as Sho.