I Have a Reason to Hate Streamers Chapter 41

[Posted by: Peropero]

[Title: Translation of Reaper's Round of 16 Interview]

Q. You had a bloody battle against Li. How do you feel about it?

A. It was a valuable victory. For a veteran of Li’s caliber to improve so much in such a short ti is impressive. I ca to respect him even more through this match.

Q. Since there’s no post-match interview for the group stage, we couldn’t ask this before. What do you think was the reason for your previous loss?

A. There’s never any other reason for my defeat. My opponent was well-prepared and skilled. I simply couldn’t overco them.

Q. You’ve been vocal about your high regard for Gawol since the early rounds. Any particular reason?

A. I happened to watch her qualifying match footage. I simply made an accurate evaluation.

...

Q. Is there anyone you’d like to face next?

A. Since the tournant rules make it impossible to choose, I haven’t thought about a specific opponent yet. Whoever it may be, I’ll give it my all.

Q. Your ground technique in the final round of the second match has beco a hot topic.

A. ... I think it was a good move. I don’t have much more to say on it.

Q. There’s a rumor that you had personal motives.

A. Absolutely not!

The cara panned to a man whose hands were trembling.

The scene appeared to be a modest room, likely a folding table in a studio apartnt. In front of him was a white bowl filled with a scoop of mint chocolate ice cream and a serving of rice. He poured a can of soda over the concoction.

I skipped through the eating process—I didn’t need to see that. I only needed to confirm that he endured the hellish al to completion. Satisfied, I crossed one more na off my hit list.

If you make a promise, you better keep it. Trying to escape only creates unnecessary noise.

There's always a price for betrayal. I left a comnt: “Confird~.” A happy ending.

This year different? Luce, Traveler, and Gawol advance to the winners' bracket

Reaper advances to the Round of 16 after a bloody battle

In the losers' bracket, Reaper managed to defeat an enraged Li and advanced to the Round of 16. I heard it was a fierce match, but I didn’t need to check. In the Round of 16, players don’t face off against others from the sa group.

The referee decides the next opponent by random draw. Winners’ bracket entrants receive a No. 1 seed, and losers’ bracket entrants get a No. 2 seed, all mixed together. My opponent will be the No. 2 seed from any group except E.

One thing stood out from Reaper's interview.

‘Who to face next...’

At the mont, I couldn’t think of any standout players. They all held their own, but none seed like Reaper or Cerberus level threats. With the average skill level so high, no one really stood out.

Even Traveler and Luce were in the winners’ bracket, so I wouldn’t face them in the Round of 16. But I could look forward to seeing them again in the Quarterfinals.

“Ugh, whatever. Aaaagh…!”

I stretched out my tired limbs, and my whole body scread in protest.

At least I felt a little calr now. I was so drained I didn’t want to get up. There was sothing lethally addictive about this fancy hospital lounge.

Ti keeps moving, no matter how much you twist the clock. Likewise, weekends keep coming, and I poured all my energy into rehab today. Hearing that my condition was improving gave a boost, and I ended up pushing myself.

The test results show definite improvent.

The changes are still minor and not yet aningful, but there is overall progress.

Since I had so free ti today, maybe I should rest a little longer? Not because the lounge cushions were so plush or anything. I just rembered sothing I needed to do.

Yesterday, my coach sent so videos of the Kendo athletes. I’d ant to watch them after training, but I got sidetracked checking on that bet fulfillnt. Focusing back on the video, I saw n in dark uniforms clashing with their bamboo swords.

“Wow, they’ve still got a long way to go. If they held the shinai like that in front of , I’d…”

A strange feeling stirred in my chest. I made a quick note on my tablet, jotting down the athletes’ nas on the left and my comnts on the right.

Putting too much strength in the right hand, which weakens the left-hand support. Should try using sothing like nari for correction.

Lacks basic strength.

Has good natural physicality but lacks fundantals and is showy. Won’t last long unless they change their mindset.

It was my little side gig. Just a quick assessnt of the kids my coach was training. Though I couldn’t make it to the dojo anymore, my eye for Kendo hadn’t faded.

I started this as a favor, but the coach still insisted on paying regularly. I tried to refuse at first, but it was no use. It did help with living expenses, so I couldn’t turn it down completely.

If only my legs were in better shape, I might’ve beco a coach. My injury made it difficult to take up a teaching role, anyway. Then again, with the low pay, it’s not like I could’ve covered dical bills with that job.

Well, it’s all in the past. Watching the videos occasionally is enough for … I guess. Can’t say I’m entirely satisfied.

“Wow, is that Kendo? I didn’t know you were into that.”

“Ack!”

“Oh, sorry! I didn’t an to startle you.”

Just as I was finishing my notes, a voice from behind made jump. Normally, I wouldn’t have reacted, but it was Luce.

“Am I intruding?”

“No… not at all. I used to take it pretty seriously.”

“Mmm. Kendo is cool. Are you resting after rehab training today?”

“Yeah.”

I suddenly felt a chill down my spine. I’d been exposing my voice here and there recently. What if soone recognized ?

Thankfully, it seed Luce hadn’t made the connection. With my headset’s audio distortion, my voice had a bit of a resonance and lower quality, sounding quite different on recordings.

Luce gave her trademark smile.

“Are you here alone? I was just about to leave. I could give you a lift if you’d like.”

“Oh, thank you.”

“Should I drop you off at the usual bus stop?”

“Actually, could you take to the mall instead?”

“Of course. No problem.”

As we exited the building, Luce adjusted her pace to match mine. Being next to her made feel at ease.

It’s because she doesn’t pity . She’s been where I am and doesn’t give those looks that make you feel wretched. She simply reaches out a hand when I need it.

“If it’s a mall nearby, the one by the terminal might be best. Shall we head there?”

“Yes, please. I don’t need to buy much, so anywhere is fine.”

“Shopping, huh? No one’s joining you?”

“I’m fine on my own.”

After a short walk through the parking lot, the door to an elegant car opened. I didn’t know much about cars, but I could tell this one was expensive—its luxurious look alone was enough, and I rarely saw cars like this on the street.

Hesitantly, I settled into the passenger seat, and the engine roared to life.

“Da-eun.”

“Yes?”

“We’ve known each other for quite a while, haven’t we?”

“Well, yeah. Since the first ti I ca for rehab.”

An occasional conversation or the rare ride—that’s the extent of our connection. Yet, it had already been years.

Still, I couldn’t get used to this car. I knew the wheels were moving, but there was hardly any vibration. Just how expensive was this thing?

Does this an pro gar salaries in Korea can afford cars like this? The thought made my head spin.

“So, could I co along to the mall too?”

“Of course, I don’t mind… wha-?”

“You seem surprised! You can turn down if it’s too much. I know I’m being a bit sudden.”

“No, it’s just that I thought you’d be busy. I’d hate to impose...”

“Not at all. I want to join you. I’m not that busy today.”

I nodded. It’d probably be better than wandering alone.

Since I’d beco a woman, this was my first ti going to the mall. Shopping centers were always the last place I wanted to be. They felt like dungeons crawling with monsters.

“So, I’m officially invited now?”

“As long as you’re there to shop, too.”

“? Of course, I need to shop. It’s been ages since I last went.”

Wait, ages? A glimr of hope crossed my mind.

That’s right. Luce is a pro gar. After spending so much ti in gas, she must be intimidated by these social spaces. Maybe she, too, finds malls uncomfortable, despite her flashy exterior. We were comrades walking a dangerous path together.

But I should confirm just in case.

“When was the last ti you went?”

“Hmm, maybe a month ago? I ant to go earlier, but ti just slipped away.”

...Traitor. You’ve betrayed .