[V-tube]
[Trending Shorts - Broadcast]
[#1 Life According to a 9-Year-Old]
[#2 NoName Mistakenly Thinks It’s the End of the Stream LOL (30 Seconds of Non-stop Cutie)]
[#3 Laugh Control Challenge BIG FAIL (feat. NoName’s Cutie)]
[#4 NoName Embodies a Magic Battle Expert.]
[#5 “Katsuhata Emika vs Cécilia Nieto De Sampaio” Match 60 Highlights]
Na-me’s broadcast dominates the Korean V-tube platform.
At this point, the algorithm is practically out for blood.
[What are the related searches for NoName right now LOL]
[NoName: NoName, NoName Cutie, NoName V-tube, NoName Interschool Competition, NoName Genius, NoName Interview, NoName Terror]
NoName Cutie trending at the top, what is this LOL
Is it really this big of a deal?
[Comments]
– LOL
– The first-ever cuteness archive in broadcast history LOL
– But isn’t that more than just cuteness?
– If puffy cheeks aren’t cute, then what the heck is!
– If it’s cute, it’s cute, right? LOL
– Did I miss this live? Damn!!!!!
Most viewers who watched Na-me’s live broadcast were often disappointed for similar reasons.
“Wait, a 9-year-old is hosting? Wow, that’s super cute!”
This expectation was completely shattered as Na-me maintained a poker face from start to finish.
“This isn’t what I wanted! Why is a 9-year-old so cold!”
But humans are experts at finding fun even amidst disappointment.
“She winked three times? Wow, today’s broadcast was rich!”
The audience, who had lost all hope, found solace in any little thing, like a sneeze or a chuckle.
For those who’ve had their cuteness threshold dropped to the floor, the ‘Puff Cheeks, Lip Sounds, Eye-Rubbing Yawn’ three-combo was a seismic event.
Natural disasters online claimed many victims.
A major streamer who’d undertaken a 3-million won laugh-control challenge crumbled helplessly during Na-me’s cuteness.
This incident soon earned the title “3-million won cuteness,” spreading like wildfire.
The waning popularity of magic battles and national exchange tournaments was suddenly rekindled.
At the same time, videos of Na-me discussing life seriously surfaced.
[Living in a way that realizes this is the fun and happiness of life. That’s what I think.]
Age-appropriate cuteness, a maturity level that doesn’t match that age.
Those who were left dizzy by the sweet and salty combination ended up binge-watching Na-me’s streams.
And this phenomenon wasn’t exclusive to Korean society.
“Lord, bringing in outsiders without consulting the council is…”
“Ah, this is a friend who has trained with us. What’s the problem with watching a match with a friend?”
“…”
“Winning and expressing gratitude can often distort the underlying intent. Whether the successor wins or loses in the finals, Katsuhata must fulfill his obligations to those who helped. If there are no objections, I’ll instruct the video to be uploaded as is.”
Katsuhata Sect officially reached out to Na-me through their social media channels.
It was a short one-minute video, but the sincerity contained within it couldn’t be ignored.
Elite wizards of the Katsuhata Sect in white uniforms lined up.
Lord Katsuhata Akitaro strode forward with flowing long hair.
Thud!
He plunged his katana into the ground and neatly placed both hands on the hilt.
“Our Katsuhata does not betray our faith.”
His eyes sparkled with gratitude like a tiger’s.
Thanks to Adela’s invention, they opened a new horizon for aura swordsmanship.
Together through rigorous training, they enlightened the successor’s broad perspective.
And most importantly, they widely spread the greatness of the Katsuhata style worldwide.
Lord Akitaro expressed his appreciation and respect for all of Na-me’s actions, and at the end of the video, he said:
“So it would be an utmost joy if you became a member of our family! Oh, and I’ve left the seat next to me empty for the finals, so I hope you come! End!”
The influence of Lord Katsuhata on Japan’s political scene is significant.
Re-elected assembly members can’t even meet him, and only those with five terms can barely lift their heads in his presence.
This prominent lord invited NoName to sit next to him.
When asked why, the answer was already given earlier.
“Join the Katsuhata Sect.”
If Na-me accepts, she wouldn’t even need the Japanese Justice Ministry’s approval to acquire citizenship.
The Japanese government was startled by this unexpected news,
and the American foundations that had already marked Na-me and the large Korean clans were enraged.
The Korean government, with fires burning at their feet, began furiously preparing measures.
Before any of these institutions could even release statements, Na-me appeared on the national exchange tournament broadcast camera.
In the Tokyo Dome VVIP Sky Lounge.
She sat right next to Lord Katsuhata Akitaro.
*
“I really enjoyed your broadcast.”
“Oh, you saw that too…”
“One must acknowledge their own strengths. Cuteness has been a fantastic survival strategy since prehistoric times.”
“Yes, I know well.”
I fanned my flushed face.
Why must I endure this embarrassing situation at random?
People always seem to get stuck on the weirdest things rather than what actually needs attention.
“I don’t get it, I really don’t.”
Beyond the glass window, the opening ceremony performance was in full swing.
Boom!
The colorful fireworks adorned the night sky, thrilling harmonization of singers lifted the mood.
Representatives of wizards from Japan and Russia walked in from both sides to display beautiful magic and sword dance.
“Do you know why NoName is putting on such a grand opening ceremony?”
Lord Akitaro elegantly swirled his wine glass as he spoke.
When I briefly met him in Seoul, he was the very definition of rugged, but now he seems to have taken up all sorts of airs after a shave.
It’s not that I don’t understand, considering it’s a respectable occasion.
“Maybe it’s about raising the stakes. In poker terms, going all in. The more at stake, the greater the sense of achievement and joy when winning, for both the players and the audience.”
“True, it’s survival of the fittest. The players are in the waiting room, so they can’t watch the performance at all. The grander the opening ceremony, the deeper the desire for victory grows. If one becomes the loser here, everything will be lost. I doubt anyone will ever look back at today’s performance again.”
“I hope that’s not true for Emika.”
“I wish for that too.”
Lord Akitaro’s fist, resting on the armrest, was clenched tightly, revealing his anxiety indirectly.
While I glanced at him, our eyes met those sitting opposite.
Unlike the long-haired Akitaro, the couple appeared quite ordinary.
They smiled at me and greeted, so I slightly nodded in return.
“Hello…?”
“Are you NoName? Nice to meet you, haha.”
“Oh my, just as I heard, you’re so cute…! Sorry for being forward, but may I shake your hand?”
“Ah yes, of course.”
“Nice to meet you! Thank you for being a dear friend of our Emika-chan.”
As I wore a bewildered expression, Lord Akitaro explained in between.
“They are our successor’s biological parents.”
“Ah, I see.”
Japan really does have a peculiar system.
To adopt a child with perfectly healthy parents just to make them an heir.
I sat back down in my seat.
“Joining the Katsuhata Sect doesn’t mean cutting ties with your parents. It might strengthen your ties even more. Various congenial programs are available.”
“Ah.”
“And I see you have a natural talent for sword skills. This is a fact recognized by Koizumi and the council. If you join the Katsuhata Sect, you will receive abundant support. What do you think?”
Lord Akitaro laughed, jesting.
Are we finally getting to the crux of the matter here?
Even though Professor Cheon is sitting right behind me, Lord Akitaro shows no signs of fear.
“I understand that you’re eager to recruit me into the Katsuhata Sect. However, I’ve been thinking along similar lines.”
“Does that mean I can take that positively?”
“No. What I mean is, like you want me, I want Katsuhata Emika.”
Lord Akitaro narrowed his eyes.
The ambiguity behind the word ‘want’ could mean several different things.
I sat up straight.
My feet barely touched the ground as I rocked back and forth.
I elaborated on how I wanted Emika.
“When I return to Korea next week, I plan to establish a clan. I personally want Katsuhata Emika to be one of the founding members.”
“Clan? Founding member? Emika?”
“Yes. You can continue the same activities in the sect. But while in Korea, she’ll be considered one of my clan members.”
Akitaro let out a brief groan, contemplating.
“Has the definition of clans changed while I wasn’t looking?”
“No, this isn’t a game; this is reality.”
“But how will you manage that?”
“High Wizard.”
Professor Cheon interjected from behind.
“Recently, Na-me has entered the High Wizard qualification evaluation and will likely pass with high chances.”
“Is that really so?”
Professor Cheon reluctantly nodded.
“I should mention the benefits too. If Emika joins my clan, she’ll be granted access to the original source of the Demon King’s Horn. And if she wants, Adela can come along as aセット.”
Suddenly the atmosphere turned grim.
Especially Emika’s mentor, Koizumi Yoshihiro, was visibly upset.
“Na-me, that’s nonsense. A successor’s position isn’t just a light one that can be taken lightly.”
“Is that a written regulation?”
“That’s common sense.”
“Relying on common sense won’t lead to innovation. Just think about it. In the past, they easily sold the Demon King’s Horn among companies, but these days, it’s hard to operate alone.”
That wasn’t a total lie.
The machines connected to the magic power plant network were still running diligently in my home storage room.
“You’re participating in next year’s tournament, right? In France.”
Emika is turning 15 this year.
So if she wins the national exchange tournament next year, she’ll set a historic feat of ‘two consecutive championships.’
A smile disappeared from Lord Akitaro’s face.
“Hmmm, you wouldn’t hesitate to threaten me? Haha, is this something a child could take lightly? I seem to have trouble differentiating jokes from truth since I’ve aged recently.”
“If you don’t like being threatened, how about we make a bet among ourselves? Watching in silence gets dull, doesn’t it?”
[Final Match 63]
[Mikhail Balabanov] [100% | 100%]
[Katsuhata Emika] [100% | 100%]
Finally, the scoreboard lit up.
“When Katsuhata Emika enters the arena, which foot will she step with first? I’ll choose the left. How about you, Lord?”
“…”
“Oh, she’s already in. It was indeed the left. So if I win, I win; if we both get it right or wrong, it’s a tie, and if I lose, I lose. Let’s take turns once a minute. The one who guesses the most correctly wins this bet.”
“…Hahaha! Did I think someone would test how discerning my judgment on a match is? Alright, I accept! You surprisingly have a sense of humor, Na-me. So if you lose the bet?”
“No, Lord!”
“Ah, sit down.”
“Survival of the fittest.”
With those words, I turned my gaze toward the arena.
Katsuhata Emika drew her katana from its sheath.
The nightmare of Russia, Mikhail Balabanov, raised his grotesque battle axe high into the sky.
Who among them possesses superior swordsmanship?
