Your Commander-in-Chief – Chapter 219

A man living in South Korea.

For a man in his early twenties, being told he can’t play games would likely feel like the worst insult ever.

Of course, he wasn’t your average guy.

He was a professional with pride in gaming.

A job where everything comes down to skill.

As a pro gamer known as Wild, the humiliation he felt must have been greater than anyone else’s.

I noticed Wild approaching and slowly backed away.

It was a choice made to avoid interference from others.

Even though both enemies and allies fixed their eyes on me and Wild, no one followed us.

The terrain slightly detached from the battlefield.

There weren’t even any NPC corpses around to hinder movement.

I took a deep breath and lifted my nodachi.

Raindrops fell from the tip of the straight blade.

“You should be prepared to take responsibility for what you just said…”

After finishing his preparations for battle, Wild glared at me and muttered in a low voice.

That voice flowed out like a beast’s growl.

Swoosh—

The moment the cold rain fell and obscured the ground.

The battle began.

With no signal, Wild charged at me, swinging his long sword.

As I perceived the direction of his attack, I quickly scanned his lower body.

His light-footed legs moved swiftly, ready for the next action.

It wasn’t just a single attack.

It was a movement anticipating that I’d dodge his strike.

Instead of retreating, I chose to move forward.

With my upper body lowered and a leg extended out ahead.

Caught on a solid root at the end of my sliding shoe.

The support finally caught me.

The moment strength flowed into my legs, I swung my nodachi.

The moment both our strikes flew toward each other’s necks.

Wild’s attack suddenly veered off course.

His sword, slipping through the air, deflected my nodachi aimed at him.

Clang-!

However, I didn’t panic.

The difference in strength was substantial. I already anticipated he would try to defend against all my attacks.

As I felt the impact traveling up my gripping nodachi, I let go of it.

There should be no hesitation in discarding a weapon.

There should be no hesitation in hitting the ground.

Facing Wild head-on in my current state would be akin to suicide.

I rolled straight into the muddy ground.

Whoosh-!

Just as I landed, Wild’s long sword struck down where I had been.

The trajectory of the sword, which had been aiming to slice through the air, adjusted once more to chase after me as I rolled in the mud.

The rain had turned the ground into a sloshy mire, which worked to my advantage.

I slid along the ground and drew the short bow strapped to my back.

No waste in my movements.

I pulled the bowstring tight, dodging the trajectory of the long sword coming my way.

Through the stretched bowstring, Wild’s furrowed brow came into view.

Once I locked onto the target, I shot.

Thwip-!

From my unstable stance rolling on the ground, I managed an accurate shot.

Wild, who had been chasing me, stopped and raised both hands over his head to protect it.

A brief standoff ensued.

I gazed at the nodachi that had fallen at Wild’s feet.

Seeing it half-buried in the mud, recovering it now seemed impossible.

Wild maintained his stance and laughed at me.

The smirk on the right corner of his mouth looked particularly infuriating.

My heated head flared with white pain.

Unlike my cooling body, my head was only heating up.

Don’t stop thinking.

Always look for a way to win.

Wild seemed unwilling to move.

He appeared intent on preventing me from approaching the nodachi at his feet.

I bit my lip and shot another arrow.

Thwip-!

The quickly shot arrow aimed for Wild’s head, but his gloved arms simply batted it away.

“Is that all you’ve got?”

Provoking him would certainly draw an equal response.

Wild opened his mouth, sneering at me.

But I had no need to react further.

There would be nothing more embarrassing than dying while bantering like that.

When Wild saw I wouldn’t respond, his eyebrows twitched angrily.

“You’re saying you’re good at games… but is this really all you can show?”

Don’t respond. Let the enemy fester.

Incite excitement and maneuver for a favorable situation.

Calmly, I sent another arrow flying.

Thwip-!

Clang-!

Once again, it missed.

Wild frowned as he stomped on the arrow that fell to the ground.

The heavy rain swept away the mud that clung to his body.

Wild only twitched his lips, not rushing at me.

It seemed like I needed to provoke him a bit more.

I glanced around and sighed.

Thanks to rewatching footage of previous matches, I realized this match, too, had many viewers.

They would surely hear my voice.

“Hey folks, did you know?”

This wasn’t aimed at Wild.

But it was meant for him to hear as well.

“You have a bit of a special preference for girls younger than you, don’t you?”

I deliberately trailed off at the end, as if sharing an important secret.

The spectators were likely to catch that.

Wild right in front of me could hear my voice too.

“You…!”

A furious shout exploded from Wild.

I narrowed my eyes and spoke to him.

“Are you saying you won’t call me ‘big sister’ anymore?”

That hit him hard.

Wild’s face turned bright red as he looked around nervously.

Finally, he seemed aware of the gazes watching his match.

“I—it’s not like that! This isn’t true!”

“It’s not? You crossed over to Deron just to find your ‘big sister,’ remember? Don’t you recall that finals match?”

“Uh, no, it’s—!”

“Come on. Call me ‘big sister’ again.”

Before I even finished speaking, Wild surged forward, trembling with rage.

His furious gaze was aimed at me.

His eyes, wild and unconcerned with the surroundings, were electrifying.

I licked my lips.

Feeling the cold rain drenching my mouth, I too kicked off the ground and dashed forward.

Wild gave up his positional advantage.

If he had maintained it while sealing my weapon, he could have easily secured the win.

But blinded by anger, he chose to charge at me.

His rapid, unsteady steps were precariously wavering.

The slippery mud beneath him was slowing his pace.

“Shut uuuup!!!”

There was no longer the same sharpness or precision.

His rage-filled strikes were disappointingly easy to evade.

Whoosh-!

Swoosh-!

Wild skidded through the mud as he came to a halt, losing control.

Thanks to that, I reached the spot where my nodachi lay.

The nodachi was half-buried in the mud, but as I pulled on the hilt, the long blade could be freed.

“Dieeee!”

The enemy Wild’s assault didn’t cease.

He quickly regained his stance and charged at me once more.

With every swing of his sword, mud splashed everywhere.

His sword wobbled oddly.

The emotion visible beyond his reddened face was embarrassment.

He seemed like someone whose well-kept secret had just spilled out.

Could it be…?

Nah…?

I stepped back with a puzzled expression, swinging my nodachi.

Until just a moment ago, I had no ill will toward Wild, but now I felt like I didn’t want to get closer.

Swish-!

Clumps of mud fell from the extended blade, aiming for Wild’s neck.

Clang-!

However, the attack was blocked.

Even though he’d narrowed his vision due to his anger, his base skill level was still top-notch, and a predictable attack was ineffective.

I stepped back, continuously swinging the nodachi.

Clang-!

Clang-!

Clang-!

While swinging my sword, I continually observed him. I etched his sword moves into my mind and adapted them to myself.

It was a process I’d been doing for ages. I could perform it without much difficulty.

As our swords met, my posture began to stabilize.

I continued absorbing Wild’s evolved swordsmanship from the past two years.

My gaze moved incessantly.

I remembered every muscle movement and the intervals in his breath.

The throbbing pain began transforming into pleasure.

Taking what’s needed, discarding what’s unnecessary.

Right now, I didn’t need rigid movements.

I only employed smooth, flowing motions.

Swish-!

The moment our blades collided.

I flicked my wrist and threatened him with my longer blade.

Like the tip of a whip, my attack left a thin line on Wild’s cheek.

“Ha…”

But I couldn’t continue my assault beyond that.

My stamina was running low, and my body felt heavy.

I hastily retreated to catch my breath.

Was it the shock from the scratch on his cheek?

Wild no longer pursued me.

He stood there, blankly brushing his cheek as if in disbelief.

As I recovered my stamina, the heavy armor began falling off Wild one by one.

Shiny steel gauntlets clanged onto the ground, followed by the shoulder pads protecting his shoulders and the armor covering his upper body.

What lay revealed beneath was a muscular frame wearing just a thin shirt.

Wild’s bizarre behavior didn’t stop there.

He threw off the armor protecting his lower body as well.

Having stripped off all his armor, Wild glared at me with blazing eyes.