I Have a Reason to Hate Streamers-Chapter 214

(Attachment: Ga-wol with the face of someone who’s lost everything)

(Attachment: Punishment "Wear a leash and call your master for the whole broadcast")

He said he’ll get ready and start the broadcast once he returns.

[Comments]

"That’s the proper broadcast!""She’s really gonna act like a bitch now.""Ah, you’re really making my avatar mad now."

[Title: Welcome, Master]

[‘Sigma Ga-wol’ is live.]

[ON AIR | 00:00:05 | WEBCAM]

Promises are important.

Whether in private or public, a promise is ultimately a contract based on trust.

The moment you break even the smallest promise, you start losing trust little by little.

Even more so when a professional player makes a promise in a public setting.

Pro gamers live off their fans’ attention.

The vast amounts of money invested by clubs or sponsors are actually spent because of the fans, not the players.

Everything we eat and every item we use comes from the fans, it’s not an exaggeration to say.

Just like how an unread novel turns into a lonely monologue,

no matter how great a player, they cannot exist without their fans.

Thus, mutual trust is something absolutely necessary.

The resolve has already been made.

The only thing left is to turn on the camera.

The hand reaching for the button slightly trembled.

I could feel the gazes of the two women sitting next to me.

I swallowed nervously, and the sound of my gulp was loud in my ears.

"Ca... Camera on?"

"Yeah. We’re all ready, so hurry up and turn it on."

"...Hello. Woof, woof."

The screen on the monitor reflected my image.

To my left was Hekate, and to my right, Elderin.

And between the two, I... was wearing a black leather collar and dog ears.

My hands were in large plushie paws.

The shape was such that it reached all the way to my wrists, so I had to swing my arms around, making it look like I was a dog.

Looking at the leather collar around my neck, I felt an indescribable sensation.

Every time I moved, the chain attached to the collar rattled.

When Hekate petted me with a "Good boy~" my body froze, unable to move.

I was dying of embarrassment.

I wanted to turn off the broadcast right then and there.

But I couldn’t help it.

If I hadn’t made a promise, maybe it’d be different, but once I said it, I couldn’t just take my words back.

People who make excuses like that cheapen the very weight of their words.

The laughter from the guests next to me made it harder to bear.

Despite trying to hold it back, I said what I had to.

"Today, as promised, I’ll be calling the viewers 'Masters'... and we’ll do the broadcast. Thank you for coming to watch today, Master."

"ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ""Perverted bitch, you’re really a perverted bitch.""My horns hurt...""Can you see this, senior? This is the final weapon of IKL. The World Championship MVP.""Aren’t your horns hurting a bit too late?""Seriously, she’s been acting like a bitch from the start."

"The guests are... none other than Elderin, whom you all know well, and Hekate, who kindly agreed to join."

"Hahahahah!"

"Stop laughing. Do I look that weird?"

"No, Da-eun, you don’t look weird. Just... a little hot."

"..."

「Swan has donated 50,000 won」

「May you achieve enlightenment」

Even just from looking at the screen, my face was redder than the other two.

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Originally, this broadcast was supposed to be a post-World Championship story, but

it seemed I’d miscalculated.

「Tied has donated 10,000 won」

"Is it really the same person who’s doing this? This can’t be true, right?"

"(Attachment: World Championship victory ceremony)"

As soon as I brought up the World Championship, more and more people started comparing me to myself.

It took over 10 minutes just to calm them down.

I wasn’t really expecting much from Hekate, but even Elderin was subtly teasing me, so it wasn’t easy.

I’d felt it for a while, but Elderin was surprisingly merciless.

She was born to be a broadcaster. As long as she didn’t cross a line, she didn’t stop me.

Thinking back, she was pretty lenient when I acted out in my first broadcast.

Anyway, the broadcast had to continue.

No matter how fast it ended, I had to keep going so I could take off the leash.

"So, today’s content will be..."

"So? You have to say it properly and address the viewers as ‘Masters’."

"..."

"Ah, you’re not gonna say it?"

"Alright, today’s content I’m going to show to the Masters is..."

One spring day.

The dojo was neatly prepared.

It was bustling with high school prospects and athletes competing for championships.

In the center were two people.

One of them, a newcomer, had completely new gear, from the uniform to the sword.

On the other side, the opposing player had clearly maintained their old equipment with care.

There was no need to mention who had been attending this dojo longer.

But the result was completely different from what everyone had expected.

The person who looked like a newbie led the match all the way.

Even when attempting to enter first, they were blocked, and whenever the swords clashed, the newcomer landed a blow to the head.

The man who had just entered the dojo sat in the corner.

A sweaty man sat next to him, recognizing him.

The man greeted him with a smile.

"Oh, you’re here. Did you spar with that person?"

"Yes, and I lost terribly."

"Who exactly is he? I’ve never seen him around here before."

"Well, apparently, he’s the dojo master’s former student."

After watching the match carefully,

it was clear that even this mysterious swordsman had a few weaknesses.

He didn’t move much in the fight.

Was there a problem with his left leg? He always led with his right foot, and didn’t use it often.

He struggled with movement, often giving up the initiative to the opponent.

But did it matter?

Even though he gave the initiative to the opponent, he didn’t lose.

In fact, his stamina management was so good that he had already knocked down a few opponents while maintaining steady breathing.

Even in the match against the coaches, it was the same.

He almost made a mistake, but easily avoided it by arching his back.

His small build made him seem agile with even the smallest movements.

"Wow... that must be another dojo’s coach, right?"

"Yeah, he must be a top athlete. It’s impossible otherwise."

"Why have I only just heard of this person?"

"Isn’t he some famous person when he’s not in disguise? Our dojo master was quite famous too."

The whispers echoed around the dojo.

The mysterious master who had suddenly appeared caused a stir with his remarkably skillful swordsmanship.

To calm the chaos,

the dojo master, Jeong Seok-won, entered the dojo.

The large man glanced around the dojo before smiling.

"Seems like it’s already happening. How’s it feel, after so long? Your body isn’t moving as well, right?"

"It’s true. My body isn’t following my mind."

"And your leg?"

"They said I shouldn’t push it yet, so I’m not using it."

"Good, be careful. Don’t do what the doctors tell you not to. Think of this as a slow rehab and enjoy it."

A moment of silence passed in the dojo.

The coach who had just fought seemed as stiff as a statue.

The voice that came from under the hood was incredibly beautiful.

It was a woman. Although Kendo isn’t greatly restricted by weight classes, sports were still predominantly male-dominated.

I couldn’t help but look around, wondering if any of the female athletes in the country had that level of skill.

The words about not moving well seemed so casual.

The coach had said it like it was natural, and even he admitted it.

Thinking about it, it was true he hadn’t used his leg.

How could that level of skill be considered ‘rusty’?

"Did you formally introduce yourself?"

"Not yet. I was waiting for you to come in."

"Now you’re the coach, not a student. You’ll be seeing him often, so introduce yourself now."

"I’ve heard of you, but it’s hard to say it."

As everyone stared at the two of them with mixed emotions,

the small swordsman once again took everyone’s breath away.

When he took off his hood, his face revealed a stunning beauty, and he was also quite a famous person.

"I’m Han Da-eun. Please take care of me."

"Si... Sigma eSports? Ga-wol?"

"Looks like someone recognizes me. That’s right. I’ll stop by often and ask for your help."

Han Da-eun politely bowed.

A bright smile was on her face.

I Have a Reason to Hate Streamers - The End