The recording itself didn’t seem to take more than a few minutes.
For some reason, however, it felt like an eternity.
The moment we finished, Ryeo-hee started making a fuss.
“Are you insane? Are you insane? Is this talent?”
Without warning, she grabbed my hand, her eyes sparkling.
She was excited like a little kid, but since she’s shorter than me, I had to look down at her.
I feel a bit wronged somehow.
If only I were just a little taller too.
It’s not a great feeling when everyone I meet happens to be taller than me.
“Da-eun, how about we work together properly next time? I’ve got a really great scenario that would suit you…”
“No. I’m already dying of embarrassment right now.”
“But you did great inside the booth anyway. Anyway, I’ll edit and send it to you. Could you share your email address and phone number?”
“Yes, just a moment.”
Ryeo-hee and I exchanged contact information before parting ways.
It seemed like she wanted to keep the connection going.
After the recording, she even suggested having a cup of tea together.
It certainly wasn’t a bad suggestion.
It’s always useful to build such connections.
Still, I had to decline – because I had another engagement lined up.
Though it was disappointing, I had to look forward to next time with Ryeo-hee.
At any rate, I had achieved what I came here for.
In the end, I ended up picking the same mic model that Elderlyn uses.
I did test out a few others, but it’s easier to go with something you’ve used before.
“So, now we just need to find an outfit, right?”
“Yes, I’ve already told them we’re coming today.”
“Alright. Since you’ve taken the trouble, I should go check it out personally. It must have turned out beautifully.”
Our last engagement of the day was… checking out my ordered cosplay costume.
I could have just received it at home, but this time I really wanted to give it all I had.
I wanted to check every little detail, so I didn’t mind investing a bit of time and money.
That’s why I asked for Elderlyn’s help.
I don’t know much about clothes, so I relied on her advice from start to finish.
Of course, there was a price to pay for her help.
Now that I’m starting to make a name for myself as a streamer, I can’t expect everything to be on the house.
She said I could pay in ways other than money, but why does that sound so unsettling?
“When are you going to reveal it after picking up the costume today?”
“Hmm, at most in three days? If it goes well… maybe tomorrow?”
“That fast?”
“They said it’s urgent. Phew, I’m actually a little disappointed. If I had more time, I wanted to rank number one before the reveal.”
Thankfully, the costume turned out perfectly.
Two days later, I put on the cosplay and stood in front of the camera.
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[Written by: Korea7Division]
[Title: This league is just plain unacceptable]
[Written by: Anonymous (256.141)]
[Title: We can’t just sit there and be deceived forever]
[Written by: Anonymous (352.253)]
[Title: At this point, it’s clear that they don’t intend to win]
[Recommendations: 1,086]
People have been complaining about how weak the domestic assassins are for years, and yet nothing’s changed.
They’re just stubborn and refuse to budge.
So what exactly have you guys done?
Did you build a proper youth system?
Did you compete aggressively whenever top-tier SSS agents hit the market?
Did you even manage to lose ‘properly,’ giving us a good fight where we’d say “Wow, that was too bad”?
No, you just screwed up;
And what about this year’s imported mercenaries?
While we’ve lost everyone – Phantom left, Hero’s gone, Polaris is kaput – what do those guys over at Q-Prime do right after their ban is lifted?
(Attached Photo: Someone feeding an old man with a spoon)
Kick out their ace and bring in an old man? Haha!
Damn bastards,
At this rate, I’ll grow old and be laid to rest before you win a championship.
It’s not even worth expecting now.
You don’t even need to import mercenaries – just give the kids some pocket money and disband the team already.
No, seriously, you don’t deserve to be kept around anyway. You’re all done for.
I’m going to focus on European teams now.
[Written by: Anonymous (291.911)]
[Title: At least beg Ga-wol to take hold of things]
You assassins are utterly pathetic.
You can’t even afford to compete when better players don’t hit the market,
And you haven’t secured a promising player for assassins.
So please beg Ga-wol to come back. Cry if you need to.
If that doesn’t work, at least take off her clothes and snap a picture for blackmail.
[Comment]
– The only hope to save Korea’s predicament. Call her “Ga-wol Sensei.”
└ Seriously, talking back?
└ Do you even think Ga-wol Sensei is your friend?
– Would you share the picture if there is one?
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It wasn’t something I had planned from the beginning.
The day I hit the penalty roulette and cosplay was one of the outcomes,
I searched sincerely through various characters.
Initially, I wanted to choose a character with neutral clothing, but then I started exploring more widely.
It was because I know so few characters.
Magical girls, maids, kunoichis, witches, school uniforms, succubi…
If it was a popular character, it seemed like I took a quick look at everything.
If it looked promising, I even tried to check the source material, but affection isn’t something built overnight.
I understand that not every cosplayer attaches affection to characters.
But I felt the obligation as it was a promise between me and the audience.
Choosing any random character would feel like lacking sincerity – which made it hard to pick immediately.
Thus, it might have been set in stone from the start.
“Ga-wol! We’re about to start shooting!”
The character I know best and love the most.
When reality requires me to wear someone else’s clothes, how could I leave this out?
If anyone expected me to be someone else, I’m sorry, but the body had already moved before I could catch my thoughts.
Silver hair flowed into my peripheral vision, as it only did in games.
There are no shadowy movements at the edges of my clothes, but a cloak flutters with my movements.
The reflection in the mirror was unmistakably ‘Ga-wol’ from the game.
The daggers… They were a little lighter than what I used in the game.
I instinctively tried to twirl it but hesitated because the center of gravity was strange; it felt like I would drop it.
Carrying it aimlessly felt awkward, so I tucked it quietly at my waist.
“Would you like assistance to the stage?”
“I’m fine. I’ll go by myself.”
There was a path I wanted to tread alone.
Walking by myself was meaningful without anyone’s help.
Compared to the road I’ve walked all this time, it wasn’t even difficult.
While leaning on my walking stick, I moved towards the stage.
The bright lights illuminated each slow step.
Though difficult to use as a walking stick, since I couldn’t lean on it like crutches, it put heavy stress on my left arm.
Naturally, every step consumed more stamina than usual.
But I knew that Ga-wol doesn’t depend on crutches.
Even if just for the camera, I had to stand on two feet.
‘It’s okay. I can handle this much difficulty.’
My breathing quietly intensified.
Heat lingered under the clothes despite the air conditioning.
Despite being tough, not a single complaint crossed my mind.
Rather, my heart pounded more than at any moment.
The part of me that had died on April 26 found life again.
‘Today, this moment, Da-eun has caught up to Ga-wol.’
Ga-wol is still fast and Da-eun is still slow.
What would take Ga-wol a flash to accomplish took me great strain to even make it to the stage, necessitating holding onto the display panel behind me.
Still, I’ve made it this far.
Now, Da-eun is properly standing at the starting line.
Looking back, I saw cameras between the bright lights.
Anxiety-ridden staff approached closely.
“Let me adjust your cloak.”
“Yes, thank you.”
This time, there was no reason to reject help.
They adjusted the cloak to properly hide my cane.
My disheveled outfit was fixed, and my posture became even more stable.
The display I was leaning on bore the Sigma logo.
The signature green color of medical teams I had admired so much in Luche’s team.
And written beneath it—
GAWOL
Sigma eSports.
Main class Assassin. Sub-class Swordsman.
Nickname Ga-wol.
Today, I officially become a professional gamer.
Ironically, it’s thanks to the game developers catering to public opinion, but once this video is uploaded, there’s no going back.
Not that I intend to.
I gave the central camera a slight smirk.
The camera director filming me smiled approvingly.
“Your expression, your posture. Fantastic! We’re starting the shoot right away!”
I’m confident.
There’s no doubt that I shine brighter than anyone right now.
—
[A new video has been uploaded.]
[Announcement – Welcome, Gawol]
[93,000 views | 21 minutes ago | #Sigma #Ga-wol #Gawol]
[Sigma eSports | 1.037 million followers]
