I Became a Raid Boss-Chapter 171: He’s crazy (1)

A woman with silver hair, Yuki has a gym she uses personally.

If someone else were to hear that, they might ask:

"Are you an athlete?"

or

"You really love sports, don't you?"

and then tilt their head in confusion.

Because, at least outwardly, Yuki's appearance didn’t look like that of someone who enjoyed exercising.

She wasn't so fragile that she would snap if you lightly kicked her.

She was a beauty with a suitable sense of health.

Even so, it was clear that the reason she didn't give off a 'sports enthusiast' vibe was due to the languid atmosphere that surrounded her.

But contrary to that image, Yuki did enjoy moving her body.

...Though what she liked was fighting other people, of course.

In any case, she was still moving her body, wasn’t she?

And that was a form of escape Yuki found after becoming numb to ordinary competitions due to her natural talent.

Anyway,

Yuki spent the money she earned from various tournaments and the money she had saved up to build a gym. It was small if small, and large if large, but it was a gym she made on a whim when she wanted to move her body by herself.

She bought the land, built a one-story building, and maintained it so nothing would go wrong.

If it had been in the middle of Seoul, it would have been impossible to even buy the land, so it was fortunate it was a bit farther out.

Because of that, it was a little troublesome to go to the gym.

"It was a good decision to make this," she muttered to herself.

Though it was a building she had impulsively made for herself when she wanted to move her body, it had turned out to be one of the best decisions Yuki had ever made in her life.

To be able to fight with a real sword, with someone else, as though it were real combat.

As far as Yuki knew, there was nowhere else where that was possible.

At least not in Korea.

So, if Yuki were caught fighting with a real sword, she would probably be the headline on that evening's news.

"Sports genius girl who shook Korea... turns out to be a psychopath?"

She wasn’t a psychopath, but Yuki knew that her emotions were quite different from those of ordinary people. So, she didn’t really care if such a news report came out about her.

“...Let’s be careful.”

If she got caught, it was certain she would lose her current way of life, so she firmly reminded herself to avoid getting caught and opened the gym door.

The moment she opened the door, a scream pierced her ears.

"AAAH...! Somebody, help!"

"Don’t worry. People don’t die that easily."

Then, Kana, with her pink hair, tilted her head.

"...Actually, I think they might have died easily."

"See! Aaaah, the kid kills people!!"

"Kid...?"

Kana, who had been tilting her head in a very cute way, suddenly froze.

And the aftermath of the scene that followed was... "Too horrific to be described in words."

"What do you mean by 'rape'?"

Though it wasn't loud enough to be heard from far away, Kana threw a sharp glance at Yuki.

It was no trouble for Kana, who had already sensed Yuki's presence and unknowingly paid attention, to overhear Yuki muttering.

Kana turned her back on the corpse lying on the floor.

As she followed, Yuki also took her eyes off the body, which was now abandoned by everyone’s attention, and it slowly began to cool on the gym floor.

"I... I'm not dead yet..."

"Oh. You're alive."

"I wasn’t even dead to begin with..."

"See? People don’t die that easily."

With one sentence each from Yuki and Kana, the body—no, Da-eun—struggled to rise to her feet.

Although Da-eun's body showed no visible injuries, her face looked so pale it could be mistaken for someone sick.

Yuki, seeing Da-eun’s face, asked:

"Is it that hard?"

Da-eun waved her hand dismissively.

"Don’t even talk about it. I thought I was going to die."

They exchanged the conversation so naturally.

Just a week ago, they had been speaking formally, using polite language, but now, they spoke informally, as if they were close friends of the same age.

It was, in fact, true that they were the same age, so speaking casually wasn’t odd at all.

"Yuki, you wouldn’t understand unless you tried it yourself..."

Da-eun, who had been grumbling, stopped in her tracks.

She realized that the training Yuki was doing was even harsher than her own.

Yuki’s brow furrowed slightly.

"I’m not changing it."

"...I wasn’t even thinking about asking you to change it."

Yuki thought Da-eun would suggest they swap their training methods, but Da-eun had no intention of doing so.

It wasn’t that the training was easy, but after watching a few sword fights where blades were flying around, if Da-eun were to suggest switching their training methods, one of two things would be true:

Either Da-eun had completely lost her mind or someone had pointed a sword at her throat and forced her to say that.

"Let’s rest a bit, okay? Honestly, you’ve done a lot already... since this morning."

"I’m already resting."

Kana raised an eyebrow but readily agreed to Da-eun’s suggestion for a break.

Yuki, who had been silently watching the scene, let out a quiet sigh.

"Hmm."

"...What?"

"Nothing."

Could it be that her expressions were more expressive than before?

As she had confessed to Da-eun before, Yuki had watched Da-eun's broadcasts over and over again.

From the first time she met Kana to the moment their travels came to an end.

To overcome the obstacles ahead.

And after that, to reach the towering mountain that lay before her, Yuki had been examining Kana's every move, even the most trivial details, by rewatching her broadcasts every day.

From her walking gait, posture, the way she shifted her weight, to even the smallest habits.

Thanks to that, Yuki was able to recognize Kana and notice changes in her.

Though she was still almost monochrome, the girl's face had become much more expressive than before.

It felt like a budding sprout.

Or perhaps a flower bud ready to bloom.

But Yuki didn’t feel the need to vocalize this thought.

After all, what mattered to Yuki was Kana’s physical strength, and the other elements didn’t matter much.

‘...Hmm. It’s not completely irrelevant, though.’

If her heart softened, maybe she would be more willing to accept a sparring request.

She nodded, thinking it was quite a possibility, unaware that Kana was looking at her with a skeptical look.

Over the past week, there was quite a bit that I learned about Yuki.

For example, her broadcast ID, "Yuki," was her real name, and she was a mixed child born to a Korean and Japanese parent.

She preferred meat to vegetables, but didn’t mind eating anything.

She had won numerous sports competitions since she was young.

And, she was even crazier than I had thought.

"How can you like something like that?"

"That’s because you’re the weird one, Kana."

Da-eun muttered as if she couldn’t understand, but then immediately turned her head away when our eyes met.

She probably didn’t intend to grab me and make me roll on the floor just because I said one sentence.

Didn’t she know that when she acted like that, it only made me want to torment her more?

"When I look online, most people like meat more than vegetables."

"That’s true. There aren’t that many people who avoid food as drastically as Kana. How do you manage to stay slim while eating like that...?"

Her eyes were full of envy and a hint of jealousy.

Yuki, who had been throwing herself around earlier and got knocked to the ground by me, suddenly jumped up.

"I agree with that too. Everything’s packed with calories and sodium. It’s pretty amazing."

I thought Yuki wouldn’t care about it, considering her obsession with stimulation and fighting.

But it was quite unexpected.

"If you’re healthy, you can fight better."

"...Yeah. I thought so too."

That thought only lasted for a moment.

Then, hearing Yuki’s response, Da-eun made a disgusted face and said:

Her words sounded exactly the same as mine, so I nodded.

On the surface, it wasn’t wrong.

In fact, it was a very standard remark.

But if it came from someone in Silia or a fighter, it would make sense, but from an average citizen? Not so much.

When asked why they exercise, most people would answer "for health," not "to fight."

But since Yuki had given such a response so many times before, Da-eun and I had long gotten used to it.

"By the way, how long do we have to keep doing this?"

"Don’t you want to?"

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"It’s not that I don’t want to..."

Da-eun rolled her eyes when Yuki asked her lightly.

"At first, we didn’t do it like this."

"That’s true."

"So why are we doing it like this now?"

"...Hmm."

Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t told Da-eun yet.

Her training... or was it?

Anyway, originally, Da-eun’s training was about using mana to feel the flow of mana.

While physical training wasn’t expected, there was no faster way to get her to handle mana, so that was the plan.

But when she started teaching Yuki, it all changed quickly.

‘Like this...? Oh, it worked.’

Yuki succeeded in moving mana after just a few days of training.

Although she had only succeeded in "moving it" and had no skill for delicate movements or applications, it was still quite shocking.

When Da-eun asked in a stunned face how she did it, Yuki replied like this:

"I did it the same way I did it in Silia."

Was that the picture Edel had wanted?

I changed my teaching method for Da-eun.

I had initially planned to completely exclude physical training and only focus on handling mana.

I admit, I had thought about it wrong.

"When you collapse from exhaustion, eating chocolate feels sweeter, right?"

In the same way, when you’re exhausted and your mana flows in, you might feel more sensitive.

So I decided to make Da-eun go through that.

I made her use up all her stamina through exercise or swordplay, and then flow the mana in.

Whether it works or not will depend on how it goes in the future.

Da-eun, who had been listening quietly to my long explanation, offered a rebuttal.

"...Doesn’t that make you less sensitive to stimulation if it’s too difficult?"

"...Don’t you know?"

When I tilted my head, Da-eun said with a dumbfounded tone:

"Of course Kana knows..."

It wasn’t really helpful.