Tsujio, the main healer of the Samurai Wars pro club Tokyo Giants, had a hard time catching his senses.
“AAAAACK!”
“Tsujio, what’s wrong?”
“Team leader, I, I really can’t do this. I want to escape, okay? Please, I’m begging you!”
“Wake up! You’re being pushed out of the stronghold because you’re being fired!”
“I don’t like iiiiit!”
Satoshi, the manager of the Tokyo Giants, only bit his lips as he watched Tsujio scream.
He successfully shot the six-member cue, including the bloody Little Boy Fat Man, and was going to repay his disgrace through perfect teamwork.
Yesterday, the team’s dealer duo Naruhito and Yuuta came forward and lost without using their hands.
Because of that, the honor of the Tokyo Giants has fallen to the ground, and the team’s sponsor is talking about termination of the contract.
Satoshi couldn’t look at it.
Somehow, I had to get revenge on the Korean and restore my honor.
“I’m afraid of heights, team leader!”
“It’s a game, isn’t it? What kind of acrophobia are you talking about? So, you’re gonna lose like this?”
“It’s because the team leader doesn’t know. That Little Boy Fatman is a real nut job, okay? Let’s just quit here. We can attack again next time, right?”
“Tsujio, wake up! There’s no next time! We’re all turning on the broadcast! It’s being broadcast live!”
Tsujio has always been a calm gamer.
He was never cut for acting alone in a professional competition, and he boasted his unique physical strength among healers.
It was Satoshi who was most confident about Tsujio’s skills.
He believed in his skills and led the team to a professional team, and as a result, the Tokyo Giants’ performance improved remarkably.
But now, the team’s reliable healer has collapsed.
Not in terms of ability, but in terms of spirit.
Tsujio, who had never lost his composure, was now crying and shouting.
Satoshi sighed as he listened to Tsujio’s voice.
“Wait there. I’ll go all the way to the respawn area and escort you.”
The battle inside the stronghold escalated into a chaotic melee.
The opponent’s team members, who thought it would be nothing except ‘Little Boy Fat Man’, were holding out quite tenaciously.
In particular, the two healers’ physical appearances were not easily ignored by even log gamers.
As the number of healers fell behind, the ongoing battle was inevitably disadvantageous.
That’s why Satoshi ordered his team members to avoid the fight and leave.
Then he ran straight to the respawn area and joined Tsujio.
“Tsujio.”
“Team leader!”
“Now go….”
“Behind!”
Whoosh!
Unfortunately, Satoshi did not successfully join Tsujio.
He was dragged away by a hook that flew from somewhere, and immediately rolled down the cliff.
[Little Boy Fatman (Yoru) -> Satoshi (Tate)]
Tsujio once again sensed his fate by looking at the team leader’s kill log.
Ssrrrkk!
A hook got stuck in Tsujio’s neck, and soon the face of a fearful and terrible Korean appeared in front of his eyes.
It was really a devil’s smile.
Someone said Little Boy Fatman was a living devil.
“I’m seeing you again, buddy.”
You killed the team leader right away. Why do you have to do this to him?
Tsujio even looked at the Korean with tears in his eyes.
The Korean were still looking at him with smiles.
“Say it quickly. ‘Dokdo is Korea.’, ‘Dokdo is Korean territory.’, If you say that, I’ll make it easier for you. I kept saying that.”
Tsujio doesn’t know Korean, but instinctively, he could see what the other person was asking him to do.
In addition, a viewer was translating Korean words in real time in a chat window on one side.
– wwwwwww He said that if you say the word, you’ll be spared.
As soon as he saw the chat, Tsuji nodded hard and looked at the Korean.
And he imitated the words of Koreans with the utmost sincerity.
“Dogdok ish…… tee land……. of Korea.”
“More accurately.”
” Dokdo is … the land …of Korea.”
It was not until he repeatedly followed the words that the Korean smiled as if he was satisfied.
Tsujio didn’t even want to know what it meant just now.
I was just happy that this hell was over.
But
Tock.
“AAAAAAARGH!”
The Korean only smiled at Tsujio as they cut off the hook again this time.
Tsujio shouted at Koreans, shedding tears he had held back.
“Chickshooooooooo!”
“Oh, you believe that again. Thanks to you, I got the right video angle. Thank you.”
Finally, Tsujio died from a fall in the meaningless Korean language.
[Little Boy Fat Man (Yoru)-> Tsujio (Jihi)]
And 10 seconds later.
When Tsujio realized that hell was not over yet, he unknowingly ended the game.
[Tsuzuo has ended the game]