Novel & Cerita Kirito Outfits

“Uncle Caelan! Mama says we get to help you get dressed for the big dinner! She says you’re going to look like a prince!” I ruffled his hair, managing a small smile despite everything. “Does she now?” Lyria met my eyes over Sora’s head, her expression gentle but knowing. She understood what this cost me, even if she couldn’t stop it. They helped me dress—formal clothes in shades of white and silver that marked me as Winter’s Crest royalty. Kieran fastened the ceremonial clasps at my shoulders while Nether adjusted the ice-crystal decorations that caught the light like falling stars. Sora insisted on helping too, his small hands carefully smoothing out wrinkles that weren’t there.

KIAN I had refused to wear the elven style clothes; they were a little too fucking feminine for me. I chose to opt for the most suitable pants and shirt I had packed. I did accept some boots and a belt though. I didn’t need a crown or any extravagant crap to make it clear that I was the Alpha King. I was wearing a black shirt, black pants and the boots that were dark brown.

Kael looked toward the horizon, where the storm clouds of the coming Crusade were already gathering. "We’re going to show them why the Moon Throne was feared in the first place." The Night Before the Storm That evening, the Citadel was a hive of activity. Armor was being buckled, spears sharpened, and the low, constant hum of the pack-link was a thrum of nervous energy. Ariyah sat in the center of the Alpha’s suite, her rucksack from the mountains open on the bed. Beside it lay a new set of clothes—heavy, reinforced leather dyed the deep charcoal of the Nightfang. It was a warrior’s outfit.

The rest all have this same deep forest green cloak over their clothing. I’m not sure if the Rift is slowing down the battle for my sake or if I am so used to watching battle that it feels as if time has slowed, but the black and grey cloaked figures appear to be all male based on size and the width of their shoulders. Their movements are broad and sharp, more aggressive. The forest green cloaks seem to be more ceremonial, with flecks of something metallic woven in. Not something you would see on a traveller. Their movements seem to be more fluid.

He was still hurt, and giving Trix the silent treatment. She pat down her uncomfortable outfit that reminded her of Katara from Avatar but fire nation style. She wore black baggy pants that were pushed closer to her skin at her ankle by her boots. The red, cotton dress like clothing that covered her upper half fell pass her knee and hugged her upper body. It had two high slits on either side and a small black leather armor of sorts over it. That all was paired with a belt that was designated for her weapons. The sight of it sent shivers down her spine. “Fear not, much less equip as you have gone and return,” Lord Kys said as he approached the wide eyed girl.

And she has no idea just how dangerous that is. “What do you think?” Kira asks. “That jumpsuit should be illegal on you,” I respond in a loud voice to make sure Damian hears every compliment I give her. She shifts slightly, her fingers brushing her waist. “It’s the same one Katie tried on earlier. But different color.” I chuckle. “Exactly. And now it’s finally being worn right.” Beside me, Damian stiffens and Katie steps out in a short purple dress, clearly expecting a reaction but she doesn’t get one… Damian’s eyes are still glued to Kira, and that alone makes Katie’s smile falter.

Katana stood at the front, with only two other women at her side. They were no longer in their furred, creature-like nymph forms I had first seen deep within the forest. Instead, they had taken on their more familiar appearance—skin a warm caramel tone, their features soft yet striking, their presence almost blending into the forest itself. They wore forest warrior attire, fitted and layered in natural tones of green and brown, designed to move silently through the trees. If I hadn’t known where to look, I might have missed them entirely. Corin stepped forward before anyone else could speak. Then, without hesitation, his hand reached back for mine.

The brown eyes of the man named Sigrit showed poorly concealed admiration. - What a handsome! And what movements! How elegantly he deals with his victim! – Sigrit whistled respectfully. - You, as always, are on top, Kitoriya. “Well, that’s what my rank requires,” the woman remarked smugly. She wore a tight-fitting scarlet suit with a fur collar, high red boots and a black and gold cloak. The fabric glittered with a pattern denoting her rank and position among the Hunters, as well as her personal mark: a blossoming rose, bleeding.

I felt it too. Galen walked out and left to his old room to retrieve his battle garment, and Kieran left me to change. The garment was white flowing long like chiffon at the bottom of the silver corset looking top with an unknown element created on the top. There were white pants to wear under and white boots.

‘I was wondering when you’d come asking questions. Ronin scoffed. ‘I’m assuming you’re willing to answer?’ ‘Perhaps.’ In the next instance, Ronin’s wolf transformed into a wilder version of himself. Kaon was dressed in a black chiton with gold geometric trimmings. The garment stopped mid-thigh, revealing powerful legs strapped with simple leather sandals. A gold leaf crown sat in his hair, making his dark viridian eyes pop. Ronin was stunned. He took a step back, ‘Your eyes… they’re-’