I Became a Raid Boss-Chapter 215: Open stream (2)

Anyway, Da-eun's ambitious plan ended in failure.

If there was any benefit, it would be that I gained a small hobby to pass the time when I’m bored.

"Hmm..."

Until just a moment ago, I thought it was definitely a failure.

But since Da-eun’s real plan was to increase the number of companions who shared the same hobby, maybe it wasn’t entirely a failure.

And, she had managed to influence me, coloring me in her own way...

‘...?’

I tilted my head, unsure.

The phrasing feels strange.

Anyway, Da-eun, who had spread her hobby to me, was now extending her reach to Yuki.

“Yuki, don’t you like comics?”

“I haven’t been reading them lately, but I don’t dislike them.”

“Oh...! I see! Have you seen this one?”

“No.”

“This one?”

“Nope.”

“Eh...? This one was super famous, and you haven’t seen it? Then how about this one?”

“Not that one either.”

Da-eun, seemingly flustered, kept showing me various comic books, but every time, Yuki shook her head.

After repeating this about five times, Da-eun narrowed her eyes slightly.

“...Just curious, but what comics have you seen, Yuki?”

“Hmm, let me think...”

Yuki paused for a moment to recall, then answered.

Upon hearing the response, Da-eun nodded and then shouted.

“You fake! Nisemono! Ordinary person!”

“?”

The last words didn’t sound like an insult, did they?

While I was still puzzled, Da-eun didn’t stop speaking.

“I thought you liked comics, so I thought you were one of us, but it was all a lie! You traitor!”

“I said I didn’t dislike them, not that I liked them. And why is this fake?”

“Everything Yuki mentioned is from the past! They're all things targeted at kids.”

“This is also a comic, isn’t it?”

“...It is, but!”

Da-eun, who had been stammering, finally burst out.

“This is not what I meant! This is worse than the ‘I’m a geek’ comics that the cool kids talk about!”

“If we’re talking about being ‘in’ or ‘out’, you’re one of the cool ones too.”

“Aaah! I don’t care!”

Yuki, ignoring Da-eun who was covering her ears and shaking her head, looked at her with a distant gaze.

And then suddenly, she turned her attention to me.

...

Nod.

Nod.

Nodding as if we both had been through a lot, Yuki followed my lead.

In an instant, a sense of camaraderie emerged.

Of course, it might just be me imagining things.

But looking at Yuki’s affectionate gaze, I couldn’t think of anything else but the idea that we were having the same thought.

Both Yuki and I were victims of the same thing.

Honestly, after I agreed to teach Yuki, there were times I regretted it.

The constant requests for sparring, and the endless questions that came at any time, often annoyed me.

But whenever I found myself in situations like this, I was grateful to have gotten to know Yuki.

‘If Yuki weren’t here, I would have had to handle all of Da-eun’s nonsense alone.’

Just thinking about it gave me chills.

I rubbed my arms, trying to shake off the goosebumps.

After Da-eun’s rampage settled down...

“My body aches...”

“That’s what you get.”

“After poking me with a wooden sword, that’s what you have to say?!”

“You’d probably feel less pain than if Kana hit you.”

“Even if it hurts more, it’d still be better if Kana hit me. When Kana hits, it’s full of affection, but you don’t do that!”

“...?”

“Kana doesn’t seem to understand?”

“I’m just embarrassed. Embarrassed.”

“...??”

“You don’t understand that either?”

“Yuki, stop slandering pure Kana! Our Kana is so kind!”

No, I physically restrained her.

Yuki, ignoring Da-eun, who was still grumbling, dragged her to the corner of the gym.

They weren’t heading to a secluded spot to do anything weird, just to eat.

I also followed them quickly.

The gym that Yuki used alone had recently accumulated items for convenience.

Thanks to that, the gym looked quite different from when I first saw it.

There was even a mattress for sleeping, so it was almost unrecognizable.

However, even though it was better, it still lacked some essentials.

For example, a proper cooking facility.

Though I could manage with basic cooking tools, cleaning up after cooking in a place without proper facilities was a hassle.

The gym’s plumbing system was designed for washing bodies, not cleaning food scraps.

While it was fine to do that a couple of times, having to do it for every meal would be inconvenient.

I could only make simple dishes.

So, aside from occasionally cooking ramen, we usually had takeout.

Just like now.

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Of course, not everyone was pleased with that.

“Kana should eat healthy food, not this...”

“You’re sounding like my mom.”

There’s a saying that when something odd happens, Da-eun is often to blame, and of course, this time, she was the culprit.

“...Why is that obvious? And when have I ever said that...?”

Da-eun shouted in a very wronged tone, but surprisingly, no one paid her any attention.

I, included in the “no one,” grabbed a crispy chicken wing dripping with sauce and popped it in my mouth.

Mmm—

“...It’s spicy.”

At that moment, the sweet and spicy seasoning of the chicken flowed across my tongue.

Strictly speaking, the sweetness was stronger than the spice, but my tongue couldn’t handle even this mild level of heat.

...What good is transcending if I can’t even tolerate something like this?

I read online that spiciness isn’t actually a taste, it’s a sensation of pain, but why does it feel so stimulating when I can withstand a knife wound?

‘It’s really hard to understand.’

Mmm.

Sigh.

I stuck out my tongue and blew out hot air.

After just one piece, Da-eun, worried, asked me.

“Is it really spicy? Maybe we should’ve ordered something else?”

“...I’m fine.”

I swallowed the piece of chicken that had been rolling around in my mouth.

It was a little spicy, but not enough that I couldn’t eat it.

“It’s much better than what you gave me last time.”

Back then, I thought I was going to die.

I always thought I’d die fighting, but that event completely shattered that belief.

When I recalled it, Da-eun’s shoulders drooped.

“...I was wrong.”

“It’s fine.”

Well, it had been painful at the time, but because of that, I was able to experience a little nostalgia after a long time of dull daily life.

“Yeah, it’s definitely a little spicy.”

While I was chewing the chicken, Yuki said.

“Really? I didn’t think it was that bad.”

“Of course, it’s because you’re Korean.”

“You only act like a Japanese person when it’s convenient, huh? You can’t even speak Japanese better than me.”

Da-eun and Yuki started squabbling again, not showing any sign of tiring out.

Although Da-eun is strange, there’s a saying that if two people slap their palms together, they’ll make a sound, so clearly, Yuki isn’t normal either.

I just wish they would be quiet during meals.

“Moshi moshi?”

“Why are you saying moshi moshi here?”

...Hearing them argue, it seemed impossible for my wish to come true.

So, I had to give up. What else could I do?

If I opened my mouth now, I’d definitely get dragged into their nonsense, and that would be a headache.

I ignored them and kept eating.

Instead of the spicy chicken wings, I focused on the crispy chicken, which had a thin batter.

Fortunately, it tasted as good as it looked.

That means it didn’t have any spiciness.

Mmm.

There was no spiciness, and no one was bothering me.

Above all, there was nothing green on the plate, which was the most satisfying part.

These three elements matched perfectly, and I was able to finish my meal comfortably.

After setting the bare bones aside and stepping back, I noticed Da-eun’s eyes had finally wandered away from her squabble with Yuki.

“...Huh? Kana, you’re already done?”

“Yeah.”

“Wait, you didn’t even share...”

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

It seemed like she was reminded of the argument she had just had with Yuki at the dinner table.

Da-eun, looking disappointed, cautiously spoke up.

“Is that all you ate? If you’re thinking of us, you don’t have to. If you’re still hungry, we can order more. You can eat more.”

“Hmm.”

Honestly, it wasn’t a matter of being hungry. I just felt perfectly satisfied.

I shook my head, refusing her repeated offers, and though Da-eun seemed disappointed, she reluctantly backed off.

Finally, the gym fell silent.

Once in a while, the sound of food being chewed or plastic crinkling could be heard, but compared to the earlier noise from Da-eun and Yuki’s squabble, it felt almost like complete silence.

“Hmm.”

Time feels a bit strange now.

I finished my meal quickly, and even though the two of them would finish their meal soon, I couldn’t just immediately push them into action afterward.

If I did, something terrible would likely happen.

I could still see what they were eating, but I didn’t want to confirm it again since I didn’t want to disgust myself.

It didn’t matter for me, since I wasn’t like them.

Anyway, I now had about an hour to myself.

It wouldn’t be bad to indulge in my newly acquired hobby until my stomach felt a bit more empty.

‘Maybe I’ll get some exercise for a change.’

Instead, I grabbed Crimson Aegis.

Lately, I had been doing too many passive activities, and suddenly felt the need to stretch my body.

Ignoring Da-eun and Yuki, who were watching me intently, I stood in the center of the gym.

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“Phew...”

I grabbed the handle of the Crimson Aegis, which was warm instead of cold like a hunk of metal.

And just as I was about to swing it through the air...

"..."

A sudden intuition hit me.

This wasn’t the right time to be doing this.

An unexpected warning.

However, I didn’t ignore it.

The reason I had survived until now was largely due to my instincts.

Swoosh!

Following my instincts, I changed my sword’s trajectory, and I heard a faint slicing sound.

It sounded like skin tearing or a thin cloth being cut.

But...

“...What is this?”

At that moment, I felt the energy around me and stopped my sword.

If I moved a little more, the sword could have easily sliced through my neck, spraying blood in the process.

Stopping the sword just an inch away from where it could slice my skin, I spoke.

“An angel?”

The intruder’s presence felt so familiar.

It was as if it carried Edel’s divine power.