In my past life, I had countless traumas related to my hair.
As a child, my hair was often yanked by the elite special forces directly under the Emperor, causing my horns to be cut.
I was slapped with wine by the highborn ladies of the duke’s family and had my hair pulled aggressively.
Did you think the guys were any different?
The most treacherous fighters were always the assassins.
The words “life-or-death battle” and “fair play” can never coexist.
But I can’t just randomly cut my hair since I have to keep some mana stored for emergencies.
[Master sometimes ties his hair up and sometimes lets it hang down. Doesn’t that feel uncomfortable?]
Sticking with twin tails became a sort of jinx for me.
When I dramatically survived my first assassination attempt, coincidentally, I was wearing the twin tails made for me by Niobe that day.
The experience of surviving thanks to my hair continued to be a chain that brought me anxiety afterward.
I don’t wear twin tails to help in battle.
I just learned to use them effectively in battle while trying to eliminate my anxiety.
Sometimes it helps during aerial battles, but in reality, it has never dramatically linked to victory or defeat.
This time, at the fan meeting, I decided to let my hair down as a sort of repay.
With Professor Cheon watching over me from behind and the fans’ enthusiastic cheers calming me down a bit.
The fans might not know this background, but it seems they really like my new hairstyle.
“Nameya, you’re cute!”
“Your hair down looks pretty!”
Wooosh!
Cheers erupted.
Sure, when I asked if anything changed, 99% of the time it refers to my hair.
It’s the most dramatic change, so there’s a psychology that wishes for the other party to notice it.
I nodded with a slight smile.
I tightly gripped the microphone with both hands and stood up.
“Hello, I’m NoName. As you know, I’m currently attending Sephiron Academy, and I’ll be advancing to the 3rd Grade next month.”
Gyaaaah!
Out of the quiet atmosphere, a flying reptile suddenly screamed.
“Ahaha, actually, I didn’t have any special thoughts when I came, but seeing all of you, I feel better than I imagined! The fan meeting is planned for a total of 3 hours, split into parts 1 and 2, and the signing session will take place during a break in part 2.”
I recited the announcements given by the staff and bowed my head again in thanks.
“There’s one thing I’d like to ask everyone to bear with me for: someone has volunteered to be the MC for today.”
Zzzzoooom!
The lights shined on one seat.
All the fans turned their bodies simultaneously to focus their attention on a foreign male.
“Is it okay for this person to be the MC?”
“Yes!”
Wooow!
“Cannon! Cannon! Cannon! Cannon!”
“NoName, you’re slaying it!”
“Well then, Mr. Cannon, could you please come up here?”
He came bouncing up in a well-tailored suit, looking rather comical.
Was he trying to reduce the pressure of his size?
Despite his big face, I didn’t realize until I saw him in the broadcast that he was nearly 2 meters tall.
“Wait, let me clear a spot for you.”
“Oh… okay?”
“You can sit here.”
I gave him a child’s chair and climbed onto the dazzling throne.
“Here?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, this is nice! Just the right size for me!”
Since it’s important for both sides to be at eye level when conversing.
Creeeak!
As Cannon awkwardly plopped down onto the chair, it creaked under his weight.
But there’s no need to worry; it’s durable enough.
“Are you comfortable?”
“Absolutely! It’s more comfortable than our studio!”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Cannon. I hope you can guide us well today.”
*
– It looks like Cannonking and Name switched seats, lol.
– Since it’s Name’s fan meeting, it makes sense for Name to sit in the main seat.
– No special treatment intended…!
Time to get to know each other.
Knowing someone online is different from knowing them in person.
To bridge the gap between Name and the fans, the organizers decided to have a Tree Wiki reading time.
“Is NoName’s height 1 meter 13 centimeters? Is that right?”
“Yes, it seems based on an interview during the Academy Competition, but I might have grown since then.”
“We thought so, so we prepared a height measuring device! Please come out!”
“Excuse me?”
Two men grunted as they struggled to move a gigantic machine to the center of the stage.
Cannon grinned as he looked at the fans.
“I’m the MC, so I’m out of this, but I’d like to bring someone to help measure Name’s height.”
The audience and chat window buzzed simultaneously.
– Can we meet Name up close?
– Wow, lol!
– If I stand on my toes, can I squish Name’s head down?
└ You might get killed by your father, lol.
– I’m so jealous, I’m so jealous, I’m so jealous!
“The qualification is something you all have to seize! Here comes the first quiz! What are the first two spells that Name used in World of Arseria? You need to get them in order. Let’s use ‘NameLoveYou’ as our signal!”
The difficulty of the questions prepared with the manager’s help pierced the heavens.
– How am I supposed to know this, lol?
– When’s the tutorial stream?
– It was January 20 last year, exactly one year and one day ago, lol.
– Who made these questions?
Sighs erupted from various corners.
Among them were people seriously chatting with their neighbors, trying to figure it out.
“Correct! No, I mean, NameLoveYou!”
A man confidently raised his hand and shouted in a loud voice.
“Yes, Mister?”
“Friction coefficient adjustment… and polar coordinate assignment?”
“Hmmm… Nope!”
As soon as the man’s answer slipped out, a female fan sitting opposite shouted.
“NameLoveYou!”
“What’s the lady’s answer?”
“Circuit reconfiguration, friction coefficient adjustment!”
“Correct! Come on up!”
“Gyaaaaaah, Mom, I did it!”
– Wow, insane, lololol.
– Did he really get that, lol?
– Is it real with just two tries?
– That’s a die-hard fan at this point, lol.
Name removed her shoes and stepped onto the height measuring device.
“Wow, Name… so small and precious…!”
“Haha, yes… thank you.”
“But you have to stand straight! Stand tall, tall!”
Phew, phew!
She pressed Name’s heels down hard with both hands.
Name, bracing herself, stiffened her neck with all her might.
Cannon tilted his head.
“If it was measured last October, hasn’t Name grown a lot since then?”
“Well, I did slightly exaggerate the height back then…”
“It’s all set! I’m gonna press the button now, Name!”
With the high heels that would launch her to 180, this moment is different.
At this moment, even 1mm is precious, and Name shut her eyes tightly as the machine bumped against her head.
“Let’s see, 113.9…”
Gulp!
“Oh my, 114cm! Wow, Name, look! You grew by 1cm!”
“It’s 114! Please give a big round of applause! Everybody, stand up!”
Creak, creak!
Cannon excitedly urged the fans to rise.
– This feels like a collective execution, lol.
– Who said NoName was 113! It’s 114, 114!
– Fun fact: The average height of a 1st grader is 122cm.
└ Next to Cannon, our Name is practically disappearing, sob.
– So darn cute, lol.
– ‘NoName’ is currently trending fifth in real-time searches, yay!
“Also, is the Myers-Briggs personality indicator a strict manager?”
“Yes, ESTJ definitely.”
“Name has so many nicknames! Nonamen, Name-Nano, Yes-Name, Law-Papsi, Machine Girl, DMZ? What do these mean?”
“Um, I’m not really sure about that.”
[(13) DMZ: Dive Mad Kid or Dive Mad Being.]
“It’s written here that these were comments left when you tower dove indiscriminately while playing League.”
Eeeek!
“Asteria is a real nightmare…”
“There’s no safe zone around Name, lol.”
“Winning rate 43%, that annoying champion who carried… and that’s what made him more hated…”
Next is stage two of getting closer.
112 fans wrote questions on post-its.
Pink and yellow petals blooming brightly.
After scanning through, Name peeled one off and read it aloud.
“Do you like mint chocolate? Yes, I do.”
“Really?”
“I don’t mind it, actually?”
Shhhhhh!
– Unite for mint choco lovers!
– The anti-mint choco brigade, retreat!
– Name, that’s a defense mechanism…! You shouldn’t eat it!
– How cruel, how cruel~ You’re also a mint fan, aren’t you?
“Recently, what was the happiest thing you felt? I think I’m happiest right now.”
She meticulously examined the questions with loving eyes.
Cannon briefly lowered the microphone.
It was showing consideration to allow Name to take her time.
“When will your dad appear in a vlog? I’ll shoot it soon.”
“What position do you sleep in? I sleep in a shrimpy position to minimize hit area.”
“Can you please make some merch? I’ll think about it.”
“Do you need my signature? Huh, what kind of question is that?”
“Do you know that you’re pretty, NoName? I’m not pretty, but I think I can stimulate a protective desire in adults.”
Brrr!
– Protective desire, yikes!
– How did she know the term hit area, lol?
– This kid’s vocabulary is extraordinary…!
– Total old soul!
– Asking if NoName needs her signature, lol!
The leaf of the tree, once laden with post-its, gradually started to drop.
As the background changed from spring to summer, and summer to autumn, I was able to close the distance with Name far more than I had before.
“What’s your goal? Isn’t it too grand to ask an 8-year-old? I’ll just say I want to be the strongest in the world. It’s pretty modest compared to world domination, right?”
– The girl who wants to be the strongest!
– Modest dream: The strongest in the world.
– Let’s get Name to the White House!
– She speaks so clearly, lol.
Deleted redundant questions and pocketed the cute drawings for later.
With just about ten questions left.
Name picked one off and held it up to the light.
“Have you ever confessed or been confessed to?”
Suddenly, Name brought the post-it in front of the broadcast camera.
“I’ve never confessed, but I’ve received many confessions.”
Woooooooh!
– 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
– Who was it!
– What could this young child know about love!
– Name is way too young! No way!
└ The ones who confessed were probably in the same grade, lol.
– I feel like Name is a kindergarten kid.
– Name’s dad! Please protect our Name!
Cannon asked excitedly.
“How many have you been confessed to?”
“Hmm? Maybe dozens?”
The eyes of Professor Cheon, who stood behind crossing his arms, grew cold.
Whether she knew or not, Name continued to dangle the post-it in front of the camera watching live.
“If the viewership drops in part 2 compared to now, I might accept all the postponed confessions?”
With her outright threat, the chat window burst into flames.
Of course, the viewers had no way of knowing.
That the reason for the postponed confessions was because the confessors had died.
