I Have Reasons to Hate Streamers

It wasn’t my first time doing an interview.

During my time as a player, I was quite a promising talent.

Journalists would occasionally come to see me, and when I won the national competition, even foreign officials showed up.

Especially after being selected for the national team, I was requested for interviews a few more times.

So there’s no reason to be shy or nervous at all.

I’m not being dragged out here for doing something wrong, but in the position of a proud winner.

Surely that’s the case. I know it well in my head, but.

Maybe due to the change in my body, strangely my heart was pounding and wouldn’t calm down.

Stay calm. You know how to relieve tension, right?

First, start with deep breaths. That should help.

“Inhale… Exhale. Hoo…”

Fortunately, it had an effect.

Finally, my narrowed vision returned, and I could see my surroundings properly.

It seems Reaper is preparing for his interview in another room.

On my side too, reporters with their real-life appearances were taking their seats one by one.

Judging by the empty seat next to me, it must be for the interviewer.

Soon, a beautiful announcer took a seat next to me.

It was a face I had seen a few times on broadcasts.

I couldn’t remember her name… though.

“Are you very nervous? I saw you taking deep breaths.”

“Ah, no. I’m much better now.”

“That’s amazing. I was terribly nervous at first. Well then, shall we start the interview?”

“Yes. I’m ready.”

“Alright, then let’s begin!”

A simple ice-breaking.

The announcer smiled brightly, followed by a sign that the camera was rolling.

“In the Arena main tournament group stage Group E, Gawol won 2:0 in the match against Rime. We’ll now have the winner’s interview. First, congratulations on your victory!”

“Thank, you.”

“As you were confident during the designation ceremony, you defeated the lance knight Rime. Let’s first hear your thoughts on the victory.”

“Um… Rime held out better than I expected, but I’m glad I won. I’ll do well in the next match too.”

“Yes! Those were Gawol’s thoughts on her victory.”

I want to speak more naturally.

It’s not easy to overcome emotions with this body.

Even though I just calmed down, I felt the trembling rising a bit again.

“Gawol, you showed considerable confidence in the match against the lance knight from the designation ceremony. It’s generally known to be a difficult matchup, isn’t it? What do you think about this?”

“That’s just… I think it’s a misunderstanding. If an assassin plays well, they shouldn’t be able to get hit. If you keep chipping away, you’ll win.”

“Yes. That was a confident answer, typical of Gawol.”

The announcer chuckled.

What? Did I just make a mistake?

Fortunately, it doesn’t seem to be a big mistake.

The interview continued in a smoother atmosphere than I expected.

Maybe they were being considerate, but I didn’t receive any sensitive questions.

Still, they seemed to want to cover certain points clearly.

For example, why I refrained from using skills in the first game, or questions about the engagement structure.

It seemed like the person making the questionnaire knew how to watch the game.

“Now, Reaper has just won his match, becoming Gawol’s next opponent. Let’s hear a word about your determination.”

“Well, determination… not quite that. Anyway, I’ll come back with a win.”

* * *

[Author: Anonymous (314.32)]

[Title: Gawol “If an assassin plays well, they can’t be hit”]

If you lost to a lance knight while using an assassin

It’s because you guys are not good enough

Just avoid everything

[Comments]

– And this bastard really didn’t get hit..
└ A bastard who keeps his word..

[Author: Peropero]

[Title: Translation of Arena Group E Reaper Victory Interview]
Q. Please share your thoughts on the victory.

A. I think I won without much difficulty.

Q. You achieved overwhelming victories in both sets. Do you have any prepared content or secret to victory?

A. It was simply a big difference in skill.

…

Q. There was a shocking result in the match between Gawol and Rime in the same group.

A. It’s not surprising.

Q. Is there anything you’d like to say before the next match?

A. It’s a match I’m very much looking forward to. I’ve wanted to face her since I saw the preliminary match videos. I hope it will be a match where our full strengths clash, regardless of win or lose.

[Author: DongtanBeautyEducation]

[Title: Gawol’s voice is extremely beautiful]

[Author: Anonymous (326.95)]

[Title: Lee Yeon-bit announcer’s SNS is so funny lol]

(Attached video: Gawol taking deep breaths before the interview)

She said it looked cute, twitching from the side

No wonder she seemed to stutter a bit

Looks like she was really nervous

[Comments]

– Twitching? The expression sounds a bit erotic
└ Dude
└ ?
└ Bro

* * *

I watched the matches with Traveler until Group G and then parted ways.

It was the group Luche belonged to.

He advanced to the winner’s bracket, showing skills beyond expectations.

Along with Traveler, it was a series of good news about victories.

Thanks to that, the atmosphere in the community has been on an upward trend day after day.

The mood has improved so much that I even searched sites I hadn’t been checking recently.

There are still many people who dislike me, but in this kind of sport, public opinion changes quickly.

I should enjoy it while I can.

A day passed like that, and today was the day for matches from Group A to D again.

Originally, it would have been a day without any special schedule. But I was preparing to go out, making a big decision.

“No matter what, wearing workout clothes would be a bit much, right?”

That guy probably wouldn’t care, but still, there’s such a thing as manners.

I have to think about other people’s gazes too.

I took out black stockings from the storage cabinet and put them on.

At first, I had a strong aversion to these women’s clothes, but now I had no choice.

It was because I didn’t have many clothes to wear.

The government’s identity arrangement service is surprisingly good.

They even provided a few sets of clothes to wear after my body changed.

Right after the accident in April. I was left with no living blood relatives.

The few acquaintances I had, like my master, were about to leave the country as part of the national team.

Even that, as a result of my threat to kill myself if he didn’t get on the plane because of me, no one was left in the country.

– Alright. I get it, so please don’t say things like you’ll die.

– Then leave the country.

– If I leave, will you really receive treatment properly and behave? Promise properly.

– I will do that.

– Okay. I’ll call once a day without fail, so make sure to answer the phone.

That was fine up to that point… but I couldn’t leave the hospital wearing my original clothes.

So the person in charge of arranging my identity prepared several sets of clothes for me to wear.

The problem was that most of the clothes I received at that time were ordinary women’s clothes.

They seemed to have bought whatever fit my size randomly from a nearby shopping mall, so there were hardly any long pants.

After excluding things that were inconvenient to wear today, like tracksuits, it was practically a total wipeout.

I had no choice but to take out the skirt that I had been keeping preciously. Fortunately, it came down to my knees, so it was less burdensome.

For me, who was strapped for cash, all clothing was a luxury…

Luckily, I have a bit more leeway now, so I might need to buy a few sets of clothes later.

Once I actually put on the skirt, a fierce sense of rejection rose up.

– The next stop is Incheon Municipal Columbarium. Incheon Municipal Columbarium.

I wore stockings because I needed to hide my legs.

There’s a scar on my left leg that’s visibly large.

It would be unpleasant to suddenly see while walking down the street.

As it is, I’m prone to drawing people’s attention, and I even have to wear a brace on my left leg.

It’s natural for eyes to be drawn if I expose bare skin.

It was a utilitarian judgment for everyone’s mental health.

While I was lost in thought, I arrived at the columbarium.

Walking up the now familiar path, I could quickly reach my friend’s place.

“Haa… I’m dying of exhaustion. You bastard. Making a friend with a disability suffer like this.”

The one good thing is that my friend’s ashes are placed in a low spot.

I didn’t need to stand painfully, I could just sit on the floor roughly.

Fortunately, there was no one passing by nearby.

After plopping down on the floor, my body felt a bit more bearable.

My friend’s photo was strangely welcome.

Due to circumstances, I can’t perform a proper memorial service.

He probably wouldn’t want that either. Rather than doing such an embarrassing thing, it would be better to have a drink on the bench outside before coming in.

There’s no point in two men getting all sentimental, it would just look unseemly to others.

“I’m busy tomorrow so I came early. Just be grateful that I came.”

Actually, today isn’t my friend’s death anniversary.

It’s exactly tomorrow, but since I have a match scheduled, what can I do?

He’s not the type to get angry because I came a day early, so it should be fine.

If I were in the opposite situation, I would have said he did well.

“I have a tournament tomorrow. It’s not like an official tournament or anything, just an event tournament. Still, there are many pros among the participants. It’s quite fun in its own way.”

Don’t worry about someone like me and just go play your match well.

He would have said something like that.

Probably this guy would be the same. At least, that’s what I chose to believe.

The first wall I encountered in my life.

My first failure. And my only friend.

So, since I’ve shown my face, I wanted to receive some encouragement too.

“I don’t know if winning will change anything… but wouldn’t something change? At least it won’t get worse, right?”

As I quietly spoke about recent events, time quickly passed.

My throat was dry, and I craved a drink.