I Became a Raid Boss-Chapter 170: Love’s Match (7)

In fact, fighting with Yuki isn’t really hard for me.

It’s more of a sparring session or teaching moment, rather than a real fight.

Back when we were in Silia, I could easily subdue her, and considering she’s weaker now, it’s no contest.

But that doesn’t mean that saying it's not difficult is the same as saying it's not bothersome.

“Hmmm.”

I deliberately riled up Yuki.

“I can fight.”

“...! Then—”

“Wait until I’m done.”

Before she could finish speaking, the chair she was sitting in trembled as if it was going to collapse.

I had thought it was quiet, but here we go again.

I released some mana and pressed down gently.

“What’s the mass of this...?”

Yuki looked at me with an expression as if seeing something mysterious.

“Master, are you a pig?”

“Does it look like I am?”

“Yes! Our Kana may snack a lot, but she always maintains a soft state. Please refrain from making such rude comments.”

“...What do you mean by ‘soft state’?”

Is she implying that I’ve gained weight?

I knew I hadn’t put on weight, but somehow, the thought made me feel a little irritated, so I glared at her sharply, and Da-eun quickly waved her hands in defense.

She didn’t mean it like that.

I decided to put aside the issue of Da-eun and continued with what I was saying.

“But will you be satisfied if we fight?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re weak.”

“....”

“You couldn’t even escape from this position if I pushed.”

There may not be many people who could get out if I really wanted to pin them down, but it wasn’t necessary to say that in the current situation.

I spoke with a slight sneer.

“Do you enjoy losing unconditionally? Do you get excited when you’re overwhelmingly defeated? I don’t share that taste, but if that’s what you want, I’ll humor you a little.”

“Ugh... Kana’s insult...!”

“...Do you keep interrupting?”

Just as I was building the mood, Da-eun couldn’t resist and cut in again.

If she interrupted once more, I’d sew her mouth shut.

With all my will, I glared at Da-eun, and she quickly covered her mouth, shaking her head.

Anyway.

Although we were talking back and forth, the point was simple.

‘Why do you keep acting tough when you’re weak?’

That was the gist of it.

From what I’ve seen of ‘Yuki,’ she’s a person with quite a lot of pride.

And that confidence probably stems from the talent she possesses.

Yuki seems to know she’s talented.

I’ve scraped away that pride without mercy, and I’m sure she’s feeling quite upset about it.

‘But that’s the reality.’

Yuki knows she’s no match for me.

Yet, if she insists on pushing back, then I have no reason to show leniency.

“....”

Yuki stayed silent for a long time.

She had her face pressed against the ground, so I couldn’t tell what expression she had.

For a moment, I wondered if it was that much of a shock, but I wasn’t particularly sorry.

After all, I needed to suppress her once.

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While I waited, sitting on top of Yuki, a small voice finally came from her.

“I’m not into that kind of thing.”

“That’s the best you’ve got?”

I spoke while giving her a teasing grin and moved from my chair to the couch.

Of course, I was referring to Yuki as the chair.

The chair wasn’t bad—it was firm and slightly soft—but still, I prefer the couch.

I recalled an aristocrat who liked using others as chairs, and I tried it out myself, but I couldn’t understand it at all.

With Yuki finally giving in, she got up and brushed herself off.

“I thought I could fight you...”

Yuki didn’t hide her disappointment.

She didn’t immediately jump to challenge me again, but it seemed like she was lightly complaining, and I had no intention of criticizing her for that.

“You called me Master.”

Although I didn’t teach her everything, I didn’t teach her nothing either.

“If you’ve received even a little teaching, then I’m your Master.”

“Well, you can think whatever you want.”

I didn’t care much about titles.

However, what I was about to say was related to that.

“Instead of just calling me Master, do you actually want to learn from me?”

“...What?”

“What?!”

Yuki reacted strongly.

Her previously dejected face lifted, and she gave me a look as though she couldn’t believe what she had just heard, while Da-eun beside her looked shocked.

...Yuki’s reaction I understood, but why was Da-eun so surprised?

Then, Da-eun shouted.

“Of course I didn’t think you’d say that! How could you do that without consulting me first?!”

“...Is that something I needed to consult you about?”

“Of course! I’m Kana’s first disciple, so I have the right to know!”

“But Da-eun, you don’t even call me Master.”

“...Gasp.”

Da-eun, who had always treated me like a kid or younger sibling, now looked flustered, her voice trembling as she spoke.

“...Should I start calling you Master now?”

“No thanks.”

“Why? Are you embarrassed?”

“Da-eun, you’re too unskilled.”

“...Gah!”

“I don’t want to have an unskilled person as my disciple.”

“Stop...!”

At my blunt remark, Da-eun coughed violently.

“That’s so mean...”

She looked like she was on the verge of tears.

“Hmm...”

I knew most of what Da-eun said was nonsense.

But seeing her face like that made me feel a little bad.

I hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“...Teaching isn’t just something you can only do in a teacher-student relationship. The title ‘Master’ can feel too strict.”

Da-eun’s face, which had been on the verge of tears, shifted.

What expression is that?

It didn’t seem to be a negative one.

Suddenly!

“Ugh.”

As I was contemplating her expression, Da-eun threw herself at me and hugged me.

“Hehe, I knew our Kana wouldn’t be like that!”

“...You’re annoying. Let go.”

“You were worried I’d get too far away, huh? Geez...! You’re so cute!”

“Who said I was worried? Just let go already.”

Not only did she pull me into a tight hug, but she also started messing up my hair.

I sighed heavily, feeling her hands scrambling on top of my head.

At some point, Yuki quietly approached and started fiddling with the ends of my hair.

What’s this now?

‘Ugh.’

Fine. Go ahead and touch it.

If I really wanted to stop Da-eun’s actions, I could use force, but since it wasn’t really that important, it was easier just to let Da-eun get it out of her system.

Having realized this early on, I relaxed my strength and leaned into Da-eun’s embrace.

“Hey! How can you touch another woman’s hair so carelessly?!”

Finally, Da-eun noticed Yuki’s contact and glared at her with fiery eyes.

Yuki responded in a calm, almost flat tone, very different from Da-eun’s.

“It’s not like it’s going to wear out.”

“That’s not the point! Kana doesn’t like it when people touch her!”

“...Me?”

Though I’m not a fan of it, is there anyone who enjoys physical contact from someone they’re not close with?

“Anyway, if you want to be Kana’s disciple, you need to show some effort!”

“You were the one who suggested it, though?”

“Ah! You’re not a disciple yet. The title ‘Master’ is confiscated for now.”

“Hmmm. Then what should I call you?”

“...Well, that’s a good question.”

“...What are you doing?”

I had a strong feeling that Yuki was going to catch whatever weirdness Da-eun had, so I quickly intervened in their conversation.

Yuki, who had always been a bit strange, would definitely become an uncontrollable monster if she caught Da-eun’s craziness...

I had to prevent that future from happening.

“Why is Da-eun deciding that?”

“Because I’m Kana’s protector.”

Da-eun, now back to being the protector after her first disciple title, said proudly.

“If you want to call me Master, you’ll have to show some respect first.”

“Respect?”

I looked at her as if asking what that was about, and Da-eun responded with a puzzled look.

I’m not expected to understand everything Da-eun says, right?

“...You don’t know?”

“Nope.”

“How can you not know?”

“Just filter out the nonsense.”

“Okay, I will.”

I’ve already figured out how to deal with Da-eun.

She’s talented after all.

“It has nothing to do with talent...”

I thought I heard someone mutter that, but no one paid attention to it.

“I guess I’ll explain first.”

I’m going to tell you why I want to teach you.

Yuki would probably accept my offer without needing much explanation, but explaining it was important to get her consent.

If something happens, she’ll fight at the front, and this is an unspoken agreement.

Even though she didn’t respond dramatically, Yuki occasionally nodded and gave small murmurs as she listened.

When I finished, Yuki’s face remained calm.

“I see.”

“...Aren’t you surprised?”

Da-eun asked, and Yuki shook her head quietly.

“I was surprised.”

“You don’t look surprised at all.”

“Everyone knows DemoNins is a suspicious company. Anyone around the world would confirm that.”

That’s why it was easy for Yuki to accept, she said.

Yuki turned away from Da-eun, who was looking at her with disbelief.

“So now I can call you Master?”

“Just call me Kana.”

“Got it, Kana.”

Despite thinking I’d explained the risks well, Yuki’s attitude hadn’t changed.

And that’s how I officially made Yuki my disciple.

‘...It feels a bit awkward saying that.’

Disciple, Master.

I’ve never cared about those titles, and I won’t start now.

I’m just teaching her how to fight, not trying to play the role of a Master.

Anyway, Yuki’s talent is exceptional, and if I nurture it, it will surely help.

I looked at her shining black eyes and thought.

“By the way, Yuki, what’s your real name?”

“Oh.”

Only after hearing Da-eun’s words did I remember that I still didn’t know Yuki’s real name.

I hadn’t really been curious before, but now that I was teaching her, I figured I should at least know her real name.

So, without stopping Da-eun, I watched as Yuki slowly opened her mouth.