[Real-time Best – Overseas Magic Gallery]
[Chickens delivered, so I missed the highlights twice in a row, oh no][131]
I promised myself I’d never take my eyes off Na-me’s matches after missing the highlight against Hiroyuki…
(Chicken is warm, thumbs up.jpg)
(David Everett: 81% → 49%.jpg)
(Despairing Mabung in front of the TV.jpg)
Heaven! I STILL haven’t seen Na-me’s highlights live!!!
[Comments]
– The chicken is warm… but Na-me is cold…
– What’s the big deal if the chicken gets cold? You couldn’t hold out for 30 seconds before bailing out, LOL.
– What’s the difference between those who check the results in the morning? (I really don’t know)
– Watching the rerun is meaningless~ You can never know the thrills of a live audience!
– Seriously, you’re being foolish, so foolish, LOL.
[Commentators also missed NoName’s quadruple casting][457]
(Disruption of Gloria Calibur’s release.gif)
(Controlling the size of the Demon King’s Horn’s external manifestation.gif)
(Electric clone creating electric doppelgangers.gif)
(The doppelgangers engraved with Adela’s blood destruction technique.gif)
(Picture of the audience scoreboard.jpg)
Every record was captured on the scoreboard, spine-chilling ㄷㄷ
[Comments]
– I thought the commentators were being quiet, so I figured it was a fake, but it was real.
– Quadruple at 10 years old? Isn’t that insane?
– She must have been born with two brains.
[Reasons why David Everett’s stop of the Aura Heart was not a wrong judgment][110]
It’s true that harvesting all mana during a match is crazy, yes.
However, looking at Everett’s sub-particle barrier, it was 99%, essentially brand new.
And he turned to physical strike tactics? No way due to stamina pressure.
Moreover, Na-me was already in the middle of triple casting, so she could only use high-power magic from the four circles about once.
If Everett could just hold this off, he could gain an advantage in stamina, mana, and barriers for the second half.
But lo and behold, Na-me was able to quadruple cast and had already set up the groundwork with Adela, inflicting 32% damage.
Just how far ahead could NoName see?
[Comments]
– Just a God of dueling.
– It wouldn’t matter if it were the beginning of the match, but after the first half, it’s all good, LOL.
– I thought it was match-fixing.
– Na~me Na-me Na~me~!
– Wow, this match is so fun, hehe.
– Group of death (Na-me kills).
After halftime, the two players entered.
Na-me kept lifting and lowering her right leg repeatedly.
Could it be that her ankle support, significantly thicker than before, was uncomfortable?
Seeing this, the British team ordered Na-me to engage in close combat.
19% difference, not as impossible to turn around as it was against Narita Hiroyuki.
‘The opponent is 10 years old, Everett. If you push harder, her stamina will drop quickly!’
Reluctantly, Everett closed the distance holding Calibur.
Thud-thud!
‘Predictable maneuver.’
Na-me placed Skiabona on the ground and began to draw a circle around herself.
“I’m not moving an inch from here. Come at me.”
“Keep your promise.”
[Casting: Aqua Trident]
Calibur transformed into a trident.
Whoosh!
Three streams of high-pressure water shot toward Na-me in different directions.
[Casting: Fluid Resistance Adjustment]
As Na-me spread her tiny hand, a magic circle appeared in the air.
The air density around her began to noticeably increase, creating tiny mana crystals in the air.
Whoosh!
Hundreds of crystals collided with the water streams, creating a shower in the training arena.
“I hate rain, though.”
Immediately, Na-me followed up with her magic.
[Casting: Glacis Grande]
Tiny droplets from the tip of Na-me’s fingers rapidly transformed into a powerful wave of ice.
[Casting: Resonance – Sine Wave]
With double casting, ice crystals swirled in a legion.
Everett reacted quickly.
[Casting: Heat Transfer – Convection]
He raised the temperature around him with the Fire Mage, melting the imminent wave in front of him.
Boom!
The mist generated by the clash of ice and heat enveloped the training arena in a mystical aura.
Na-me successfully melted part of the ice wave, but the amount and intensity exceeded his expectations.
“What kind of endless mana is this…?”
“It’s summer, so it’s refreshing, right?”
A precious moment slipped away.
David Everett’s eyes were drawn to the scoreboard, forced into a battle of attrition.
[David Everett (UK)] [91% | ⚠19% (Cannot recover)]
[NoName (Korea)] [86% | 35%]
Na-me looked like she had firmly entered endurance mode.
“I can’t lose like this… Aaaah!”
With desperation, the boy screamed.
If he broke through, there’d be a chance; if he didn’t, he’d return to his homeland.
He swung an unfamiliar sword and unleashed magic with all his might.
With each strike, the elastic ball bounced around the training arena.
Seeing this sight for the first time, commentators from various countries stood up in unison.
[NoName has become a ball! Oh, turning the training arena into a soccer field!]
[Although Everett kicks hard, it’s all in vain! Because there are no goals in the training arena!]
[Only 1 minute left! The sub-particle barrier difference is 15%, giving NoName the advantage!]
[Just a bit more… a bit more…!]
Endurance is a time-honored tactic across all sports.
In a match with a time limit, there’s no need to push when you’re ahead.
However, unlike building a thick barrier and fortifying oneself, Na-me chose to use a ball.
When Everett shot icicles, the ball Na-me was riding flew to the opposite side of the arena.
He ran over to the other side, desperately casting magic again.
– Are you training a dog? LOL
– HAHAHAHA!
– Every time I try to hit it, it just bounces away.
– I feel like I’m going to lose my mind waiting for the ball to drop.
– This idea is so out there; I can’t help but admire NoName.
“The countdown from the audience soared through the training arena.”
“Dix! Neuf! Huit! (Ten! Nine! Eight!)”
The bouncy ball didn’t absorb all the impacts, and Na-me’s barrier was gradually worn down.
10 seconds turned to 5, and 5 became 3 in no time.
“Trois! Deux! Un! (Three! Two! One!)”
“Haha…”
David Everett let out a hollow laugh and dropped his sword to the ground.
He realized that the world doesn’t happen as you wish.
Beeeeep!
[Round of 64, Group I, Match 50]
[Time: 30:00]
[LOSE: David Everett (UK)] [91% | ⚠18% (Cannot recover)]
[WIN: NoName (Korea)] [80% | 27%]
30-minute timeout.
NoName, victory by decision.
[Ohhh, it’s over! The match has ended! NoName! NoName has done it! The player from Korea, NoName, endured the concentrated bombardment until the end!]
[In the so-called group of death (death by Na-me), NoName has taken 6 points in just 2 matches, getting one step closer to the Round of 32!]
[Medical staff from Korea are quickly intervening. Hopefully, NoName’s ankle should be fine…!]
The mana blocker rose, and all magic circles were deactivated.
The barrier between the training arena and the audience opened, and the wild cheers of the audience penetrated the players’ ears without filter.
Emerging from the bouncy ball, Na-me staggered a few steps before collapsing flat on her back.
“Uuuuuuhhh…!”
The audience members watching stood up, leaning forward.
Cheon Saetbyeol bit her nails, staring at her with a pale face.
A drone flew above Na-me and the medical staff.
“NoName! Are you okay? If anything hurts, please let us know quickly!”
“I feel so dizzy… Ugh… I must never ride again.”
Just a simple motion sickness complaint from Na-me.
Saetbyeol sighed in relief secretly.
It was a scorching summer.
*
I thought I was going to die from dizziness!
I tried my best to fight without putting too much strain on my ankle throughout the match.
Thankfully, the diagnosis was that I would be fully healed in just two days.
Originally it was supposed to be one day, but it got extended by another.
“Unniiiiii!”
While sipping orange juice in the waiting room, Saetbyeol burst in through the door.
“Are you okay? Was your ankle hurt because of me yesterday…? I’m really sorry!”
“Hey, wipe your face; it’s all sweaty.”
Finally calming down Saetbyeol, I stood up on two feet.
“See? I’m fine, right? It’s not like I broke any bones, and everyone’s making a fuss.”
“Still…”
“It was me who got hurt because I was being reckless. You don’t need to feel sorry at all for that. I’m embarrassed about getting hurt, so let’s just leave it at that. Got it?”
I patted Saetbyeol’s head.
She shed a tear and smiled cheerfully like a puppy.
After a brief rest, it was now time for the interview.
Wrapping myself in a warm blanket, I stepped into the training arena.
A hundred thousand spectators cheered my name.
The hot sun blazed down on the training arena, but the roof was closed, and cool air from the air conditioner brushed against my cheeks.
“Ahh, so refreshing.”
Silently shouting praises for Willis Carrier in my mind, I stood in front of dozens of microphones.
“Ahem Your interview is ready.”
[Congratulations on the victory NoName! Is there someone who comes to mind right away?]
“Willis Carri… Ah, no, I’m sorry, let me do that again. My family, specifically my father who helped me in every way, and my sister, are the first to come to mind. Besides them, I want to express my gratitude to Ban So-wool, who assisted me in my personal training, Love Kim, who participated in this competition with me, and the whole national team who helped me a lot in France.”
The interview went smoothly.
[Please share your thoughts on today’s match.]
“It was a tough opponent and a challenging match, but I had the confidence that I would win, and I had some moments that didn’t go as expected along the way, but I prepared well, and I want to finish the third round with a perfect win.”
I also showered compliments on David Everett, who couldn’t escape early elimination with a record of 0 wins and 2 losses.
“Despite being only 15 years old, he was an exceptionally experienced player. I was surprised by how quickly he transitioned between fire magic and water magic, and it was impressive to see him utilize magic efficiently, contrary to how it’s perceived from the outside.”
[Experienced? But isn’t NoName just 10 years old?]
“Ah, right, haha.”
I even heard that Love Kim won her match in the second round, confirming her spot in the Round of 32.
We shared our happiness, clapping together.
[Is there a dark horse you personally think might rise?]
“Well, let’s see. Nathan Chen and Katsuhata Emika are a bit too ambiguous to call dark horses…”
These guys were definite favorites in every match.
Choosing America’s Cecilia feels off since she’s still only 14 years old.
Additionally, too many people had already called her a dark horse before the tournament, which might dilute my opinion.
I rifled through my memory for an unexpected yet decent competitor.
“I think the Argentinian player in group B has potential. Yes, I’m naming Giselle Fischer as a dark horse.”
[Oh, that was quite an unexpected answer. But… Giselle Fischer currently has a record of zero wins, one draw, and one loss… ]
“Oh, she lost today? I didn’t know that. But I still think she’s a talented player.”
Just because I am me, I can’t predict every outcome.
[Thank you for participating in the interview!]
“Yes, thank you. Good job to you too.”
I sent hearts and peace signs toward the cameras and exited the training arena.
*
On the day of the Round of 64, I returned to the hotel to find an incredible number of boxes in the lobby.
An employee who was building a tower out of boxes approached me with an awkward expression.
“These gifts are for NoName! The hotel was going to take care of them, but it’s just too many…”
“Huh? All these are gifts?”
I looked over the delivery list.
Alpha Hor chocolate pies, mate tea, Calafate jam, and a Messi t-shirt?
“They’re gifts sent to you from the Argentine fans, NoName.”
“Oh…”
I momentarily lost my words at the sight of over a hundred boxes.
