Chapter 491 – VS AI Shinobi (2)
They say when confronted with the truth, people just get angry.
The mention of “shitty Jap” sends the AI Ninja into a frenzy.
He can’t quite deny it and tries to cover it up with something else.
“This time it’s Oreno Turn!”
Trying to hide the unfavorable truth, which is so typical of the Japanese.
A little feeling of disdain bubbles up inside me, but…
That feeling quickly gets erased by the subsequent attack.
Pretending to strike with one elbow while throwing a tricky punch.
At the same time, I keep a slightly loose, ambiguous stance to brace for a counterattack.
The moment I saw that, a thought crossed my mind.
“Hey!”
“Problem, is there? Oresama’s Spicy Punch knows no borders!”
Ignoring the elbow as a fake, I twist my body and throw a punch toward AI Ninja like a snake, aiming to launch an elbow with centrifugal force.
As expected, the AI Ninja easily dodges with a quick backstep.
It’s really fucking predictable, but there’s bound to be a gap in that dodging method.
I intended to follow up, pulling my foot from behind to plug it into his torso.
But I instantly folded my legs and stopped the chase.
I might regret missing such a small chance.
But if I didn’t stop here, I couldn’t guarantee what would happen next.
It’s only natural.
“Oh, not coming, huh?”
“Who the hell would charge in knowing they’re going to die?”
“Indeed, as expected of a harmful species!”
He was precisely taking the posture I ‘thought’ about.
[But why gamble when dying is certain?]
‘…I really thought it would work this time, fuck.’
His gut was wide open, practically advertising that not attacking would make me an idiot.
Above and below that gaping hole were jaws with the teeth of elbows and knees ready to snap shut.
It was kind of a trap, using sweet fruit as bait.
If I were to just mindlessly rush in, I would pay the price for the trap.
The jaws would shut, sinking the fangs deep into my arms or legs.
If that happened, I wouldn’t be able to unleash my full power in this fight.
Nobody knows that better than I do.
In fact, the way I’ve fought until now is all stuff I know.
Because that method of fighting isn’t anyone else’s but mine.
“That’s all my technique, you bastard.”
“Yes!”
It’s so polished it makes me think I’m fighting against myself.
“How the hell did you get to that level?”
“The Greater Japan Empire Hunter Academy already has vast data on Humans!”
“Ha…”
It’s just simply frustrating.
To top it off, sealing my [Cheonma Oseonghonggi] is infuriating enough.
Now, this AI Ninja is imitating the way I fight completely.
I can imagine they taught the AI Ninja my fighting style at the Japan Hunter Academy.
“Still, fighting the original is much better than education!”
“I’m fucking pissed, damn it.”
Moreover, the commentators seem to have no sense of decency.
“Did you see! The Greater Japan Empire’s karate against the Korean’s useless martial arts!”
“But isn’t the form of fighting somewhat similar to ‘useless martial arts’?”
“Of course, the Korean had to read the tales allowed only for the subjects of the empire!”
“Well, it’s just a poorly done version!”
Those absurd comments pile on my frustration even more.
[Got myself Ginpai-ed.]
‘Those bastards really won’t let it go.’
Thanks to that, the AI Ninja is now nervously apologizing to me.
“…In return, Gomen’nasai, Human… You know about… the Japanese…”
“…Yeah… thanks for acknowledging that…”
Of course, separate from that, the AI Ninja makes another attempt to attack.
“You’re welcome.”
“Don’t comfort me while attacking, damn it.”
“Educated by your actions moments ago.”
“Such a pain.”
I tried to counterattack and take control of the flow, but…
The AI Ninja didn’t flinch even a little and took it all in.
It’s so perfect, it leaves the spectators breathless, brutally thorough.
As I thrust my punch, it tries to counter with a throw.
Before that, I jump forward and tumble, trying to throw him off balance.
“HaHa! That’s already anticipated.”
“Oh, this is really frustrating.”
When I tried to attack with a weapon, it ‘deliberately’ countered with a similar type of weapon.
Throwing one of my two daggers toward its legs, I try to jab the other toward its neck.
It deflects the dagger and casually blocks my thrust with a kunai.
“This is too easy for a Shinobi!”
After creating distance, attempting to restrict movement with a whip and wire…
It tangled me up with chains, rendering that effort useless.
“Did you really think that would be possible?”
Acting like I’m swinging an axe upward, I let it go and counter with reverse strokes.
Using a scythe, I catch it between the axe head and handle, using it like a cross guard to snatch the axe from my hands.
“This one was quite dangerous!”
While sprinkling sand, if I tried to strike its abdomen with my gauntlet and jab with a longsword…
It easily blocked the gauntlet with the handcuff gauntlet and countered my longsword thrust with a katana.
Even the thrust with the longsword didn’t need to be countered, yet it ‘deliberately’ deflected it with the tip of its katana.
“Oh, Muda Muda it is!”
“Just let me hit you once.”
All my weapon techniques got completely countered.
All of this was to show others that there was a massive gap in skill between me and the AI Ninja.
“Surprise! The original is definitely different! Truly hard!”
It knew too well that I couldn’t do anything about it.
Honestly, I began to doubt whether fighting any more was meaningful.
“Even with all that talking, I haven’t landed a single valid hit. Damn it.”
“Of course, if you’re a Shinobi, you should! Are you a top newbie who’ll face off against an assassin?”
It’s clear they had thoroughly drilled the AI Ninja on my fighting style at the Hunter Academy.
“Yeah.”
“…The original indeed is different in many ways…”
Meanwhile, the commentators already started spewing nonsense, thinking it was a done deal.
“Indeed, Japan’s karate is the greatest in the world!”
“The sight of the Korean struggling is just like a cockroach!”
“By the way, the power of tales is incredible. A Korean can endure this much!”
“Not only did they steal Dokdo, but even the tales!!”
At least saying ‘Dokdo’ was a shred of decency due to the international presentation I did earlier.
[Takeshima.]
“You fucking idiot.”
Unrelated to that, the AI Ninja rushes at me again.
Matching it, I attempted various counterattacks, but…
Just like before, I couldn’t land a valid hit.
“This method allows for an attack too! Well Educated I am!”
I only promoted the AI Ninja’s growth.
It takes away the countless techniques I’ve desperately honed.
I felt wronged. The time spent struggling for my life.
I felt grief. It was too easy to lose all I had built.
I didn’t work this hard just to feel this miserable.
[AI is a gray area tech, so I guess it can’t be helped.]
‘But being the one affected really pisses me off.’
After several exchanges, the AI Ninja displays a hint of satisfaction.
“This much should be sufficient for Ginpai!”
“Pay up for the copyright, damn it.”
It seemed like it had seized everything it wanted.
“If you’re upset, just become an AI yourself.”
“Shithead.”
At that moment, my foot got tangled for a brief moment.
Was it the bitter reality dragging down my mental state, causing my legs to shake?
Or was it my stamina slightly lacking compared to the unyielding AI Ninja?
Whatever the case, what’s important is that a small gap opened up.
[Fucked up, huh.]
‘This is bad.’
The AI Ninja seized that tiny opening, launching an aggressive attack.
It kicked my legs out from under me, knocking me down.
Then, swiftly, it stepped on my back, preventing me from standing.
Now holding a gleaming katana, I reflexively gathered my [Cheonma Oseonghonggi] in one hand.
But the AI Ninja spread its hand, turning on the LEDs on its ‘upper body’, and just like that, it vanished into thin air.
This was truly a moment of crisis.
“Top Gap!”
“Damn.”
At that moment, a piece of information slipped out, slightly off-target.
[Isn’t that a bit weird?]
‘What’s weird when I’m screwed?’
[No, damn it. Didn’t you see that? That eye, you sick-]
That sentence never finished.
Soon after, the AI Ninja slowly raised the katana above its head.
Before it could chop me down with the katana, it spewed out a final ultimatum through the speaker.
“If you surrender, I will stop here.”
It was a kind of last mercy sent from the victor to the vanquished.
Or perhaps a desperate brand to prove that I was the weak one.
Of course, I had only one thing to say in response.
“Fuck you.”
“Do not regret it.”
And just as the thin blade of the guillotine began to fall.
《Match intermission!!!》
The unexpected voice of the commentator echoed.
Suddenly announcing a match interruption.
I honestly couldn’t comprehend it, nor accept it.
By protocol, one side hadn’t been rendered entirely unable to fight.
Though dominance was shifting, victory or defeat hadn’t been decided yet; it couldn’t be.
However, what followed was a statement even less comprehensible.
《We will take a short break for a commercial.》
[The ad saved me.]
‘Want to run an ad ourselves?’
[Are you crazy?]
At least that I could somewhat understand.
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