The result of the national competition so far is 1:1.
The result of the third round determines the match between Korea and Japan, where the pride of the two countries will be at stake.
The person who shouldered all that burden was Sumire, a participant in the third round.
‘My, my wins and losses… … The outcome of the confrontation is at stake.’
Sumire swallows her saliva.
This match was too harsh for Sumire. The absence of Kim Eun-ah, the second-most powerful player in the party.
And the opponent is Isshin of the Japanese team, who was involved in ‘that incident’.
Even the rounds are 1 to 1.
All of this was a huge burden for Sumire.
“… … sorry. Sumire. “It only made your shoulders heavy.”
But Lee Si-woo looked downcast.
Sumire recalled a scene from that scene.
[No, Sumire. You shortened the strategy tremendously. … … So, your performance is great in this competition.]
Shin Yu-seong, who comforted and supported him no matter the situation. Sumire smiled at Ishiu.
“… … are you okay! … … “There is no need for Si-woo to be downcast like that.”
Sumire’s appearance has clearly changed. Sumire was rather calm even though she was overwhelmed by the burden.
“I thought I was stupid and dull… … I don’t believe it, but… … .”
Although they couldn’t make eye contact, Sumire was clearly looking at Shinyuseong.
“… … Because Yoosung believed in me. … … therefore! “You can trust me too!”
Sumire smiles brightly as she says that. What I said just now was by no means groundless confidence.
When Shin Yu-seong had the desire to win, the power of Laplace always fluctuated in his right hand.
Saaah.
The right hand emits a soft purple light, as if waiting for this moment.
The biggest heart that awakened Laplace’s power was his desire to become stronger. When one aspires to be strong, directly, on one’s own, the mind is able to raise its inherent potential.
And now, Sumire’s heart wants to become stronger than ever for Shinyuseong.
“… … So, I will never think about losing in any situation. “I will definitely win.”
The appearance of Sumire, who has strengthened her will to the point of being resolute. Shin Yooseong felt strange seeing Sumire like that.
“… … “Sumire.”
The will that Sumire is showing now is far from what she first showed.
Low self-esteem.
And fear.
Sumire’s heart was worn out by many things. It was like Shin Yu-seong, a 5-year-old who had been abandoned and hurt by her parents.
However, Shin Yu-seong reached out to Sumire. Just like his teacher, he recognized Sumire’s value.
Sumire’s current abilities all come from Shin Yu-seong’s trust.
“… … “Because I want to be a party member that suits Yoosung.”
Sumire laughs while saying that.
Shin Yu-seong also smiled.
“Sumire. I trust you. “I don’t think you’ll lose at all.”
As long as Shin Yusung believed in her, Sumire could believe in herself. He could do anything.
There are also situations where I would give up on my own.
It didn’t feel like anything anymore.
“… … “I’m coming!”
Sumire’s expression as she said that was more solemn than ever.
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Screen mounted on the wall.
Meilin watched the game with a proud expression on her face. But unlike her exterior appearance, her insides were burning.
“Now the last round… … .”
The national competition stage itself is a big event, but the reward this time is a top artifact. Thousand Year Prison.
It was a treasure that could evolve the body and mana several levels just by absorbing the inherent energy.
‘… … Millennium Jade is an item that has difficulty absorbing power unless you have a strong body. In this competition, the students who can handle the Millennium Jade are at most Shin Yu-seong and Ryu Jin… … .’
From Meirin’s perspective, Sumire had to win the last round somehow. Otherwise, the Millennium Prison, the reward for the 50th floor, would have been in vain.
‘… … ‘We’ll have to win somehow.’
Meilin sat on the chair, narrowed her eyes and crossed her legs. But no matter how worried she was, the game had already begun. She had no choice but to wait for the results.
* * *
The Japanese team’s waiting room.
With the third round confirmed, Isshin stands up. Seiji smiled and cheered, saying, “Haha.”
“cheer up! Isshin! Of course, as the party leader, I lost well… … .”
Even though he said that, Seiji smiled. Sakura, feeling better, was back to her usual mood.
“Well, my personality is stupid. Because Isshin has one skill for sure.”
Seiji nodded and raised his index finger to get everyone’s attention.
“Still, let’s be careful! Sumire is a necromancer rare among hunters. “I even have an artifact.”
“but… … “I can’t even guess what kind of ability I’ll use.”
Sakura chimed in. Seiji smiled bitterly.
“Still, I end up with a student I was at a party with before… … . “There’s no reason why there’s so much pressure because of me.”
Sumire is a member of Isshin’s party. He was a student who studied in the same class. And there was even a story about being involved in ‘that incident’. So, in many ways, they were reluctant to fight.
But Isshin narrowed his eyes.
“… … doesn’t care. “He is nothing but a traitor.”
Isshin’s stern voice.
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The strange feeling from back then was still there, but Isshin tried to suppress something in his heart as best as he could.
I couldn’t ruin the competition with my feelings. But Isshin got angry every time he saw Sumire.
If he thought of himself as a party member even for a moment, why didn’t he say anything?
‘… … As for people like me, they probably didn’t care from the beginning.’
Jump and jump.
Isshin slowly walked towards the stage where the portal was. As we left the building, the bright light of the sky poured down.
The cheers of the crowd.
At the center of it all, Sumire waits with her hands folded.
My heart is pounding.
Isshin’s heart pounded strangely as he checked on Sumire. His current mood was very complicated.
My mind, which had always been calm, could not be stable, and my heart felt infinitely heavy, as if a burden had been placed on it.
Isshin forces himself to ignore Sumire and turns his gaze towards the audience.
– All participants from the last round have gathered! Korea and Japan! The final round of the national competition where the winner or loser of the two countries depends! Commentator Shoichi… …
While Yuki’s loud voice echoed through the speakers. Sumire spoke to Isshin in a low voice, barely audible.
“… … Mr. Kirishima.”
Sumire, who always avoided his gaze and ran away, started talking to him. Isshin was impressed by the unbelievable situation. Isshin tries hard to ignore Sumire’s words.
But what Sumire said next was even more unbelievable.
“sorry.”
Sumire’s serious voice.
That was Sumire’s voice that Isshin heard for the first time.
“you… … .”
Isshin eventually couldn’t stand it anymore and turned his head away, but Sumire didn’t stop talking.
“… … really sorry.”
Unlike usual, Sumire did not tremble. Rather, it was Isshin who was scared.
“you! What on earth… … .”
“… … I was so scared that everyone was harmed because of me alone. What will the injured people say and how should they apologize? … … “I was scared of everything.”
Why?
Why is it now that I am hearing this apology? Isshin’s hands were shaking. His mind was agitated like crazy.
“… … I’m selfish. I’m afraid Kirishima will stop me. so… … I didn’t tell you. If I were to remain in Japan… … .”
The more you speak.
The more Sumire faced her painful past, the stronger she became. Rather, the fear disappeared and the trembling stopped.
“… … Because I have to keep facing my mistakes. So I just ran away without saying a word. If Kirishima stops you. I went to Korea… … “I felt like I couldn’t leave.”
Sumire’s voice was infinitely quiet compared to Yuki’s speaker sound.
However, Isshin could clearly hear even Sumire’s light breathing.
“Why on earth are you… … . Why now!”
Isshin’s heart is endlessly agitated.
Isshin shouted with trembling eyes. Sumire looked at Isshin with eyes full of determination.
“I have to tell you this. I felt like I could give it my all.”
“what? you… … You are selfish to the end! “Do you think I’ll forgive you if you apologize now?”
Like when I took a walk a few days ago.
Isshin’s head continued to pound.
“We, no… … , I kept waiting. I believe you will come back. The remaining seats at the party are… … . that.”
Isshin wanted to say that it was Sumire’s place.
But those words never came out of Isshin’s mouth.
Isshin honed his sword skills and composure through training. But Sumire’s apology today turned all those efforts in vain.
Irregular breathing. Heart racing. A mind that can’t calm down.
To Isshin, Sumire was cruel and selfish until the end.
“… … “I’m not going back.”
Sumire’s stern voice.
Isshin grits his teeth and looks down at Sumire. Sumire looked at Isshin with eyes full of determination.
“… … I value the current party more. Because I’m selfish. “I will never go back.”
Isshin’s heart shatters with every word Sumire utters.
“Because I’m so happy and happy right now. I don’t regret it… … “No.”
After saying that, Sumire drove in the final wedge.
“… … “My party leader is Yoosung.”
Isshin’s eyes tremble.
– Now, everyone, before the competition starts! Please prepare in front of the portal!
Isshin couldn’t even hear Yuki’s loud guidance.
“Me too… … “No, I am.”
Isshin touches his forehead, unable to continue speaking due to his complicated mind.
The two eventually stood in front of the portal.
Their appearance was different from usual.
Isshin, who always had an expressionless face, glanced at Sumire with complicated eyes.
Sumire’s usual timid appearance disappeared and she looked at the portal with eyes filled with determination.
The two completely reversed appearances.
– Then let the game begin!
With Yuki’s voice.
Saaa!!
The game started with the portal emitting light. Sumire left Isshin and confidently walked towards the light of the portal.
And Sumire’s body was engulfed in the portal’s light.
– Hehe, I didn’t know you were such a strategist.
Laplace’s voice is heard.
– Still, I quite liked the way you look now.
While Sumire was dazed by the light, Laplace whispered in a sweet voice.
– So I’ll give you a reward.
Sumire eventually closed her eyes as the light poured in more and more.
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