Chapter 263 – 263. Doll Play
263. Doll Play
It was evening.
Jin Seyoung and I followed the miko’s guidance to the back of the shrine.
In an instant, the scenery changed. It had definitely been a mountain full of trees, but now it was a place with a flowing stream.
The place was protected by a barrier, and no one was allowed to enter without permission.
“This way.”
The miko spoke to us, who were still surprised. We followed behind her.
“Please sit in the chairs indicated on your invitation. The event will begin in 15 minutes, so please wait.”
A spectator area that could seat about 1,000 people appeared. Some people were already seated in the spectator area.
However, what caught our attention was the waterfall at the center of the spectator area. A large, refreshing waterfall cascaded down.
In front of where the waterfall fell, there was a large stream. There was a wide space above the flowing stream. Made of flat stones, it looked like a stage or a sparring arena.
‘Are they going to spar there?’
We sat in our designated seats.
Then, people began to pour in. The empty spectator seats were gradually filled with people.
“The people invited here are from schools with tradition, history, and power,” Jin Seyoung said. I nodded. It was probably the same reason the Yeongcheon School was invited.
The people entering here were all different in race, nationality, and affiliation. However, they all had one thing in common: they were all skilled enough that I couldn’t look down on them.
‘That person is…’
Guo Jue, the Thousand Bull Knife King. A Chinese S-class hunter whose power was said to be equivalent to a thousand bulls. I never expected him to show up here.
And that wasn’t all.
Shigeo. A Japanese S-class hunter and a man known by the nickname “Godspeed,” had also entered.
The broadcasting staff who were here were busy filming the S-class hunters with their cameras. Some clueless reporters even blocked the S-class hunters’ paths, throwing questions at them. The mikos were having a hard time keeping the reporters in check.
The S-class hunters were guided by the mikos to seats where Japanese politicians were gathered. It was a VIP area a little further away from where we were, with a good view of the arena.
‘Two S-classes came here?’
I couldn’t easily understand it.
S-class hunters in any country don’t move easily. They don’t even show up at most official events.
‘Was the Wind Festival such a big event that it could move S-class hunters?’
I could understand why Shigeo, a Japanese S-class hunter, came. This was Japan, after all. But Guo Jue’s visit was quite unexpected.
“Oh, isn’t that Jin Seyoung of the Yeongcheon School? It’s a pleasure to see you here.”
Three men sat in front of us. Two of the men had very stiff postures. They were extremely wary of their surroundings. I realized they were bodyguards.
Jin Seyoung slightly bowed her head to the man who spoke to her.
“Hello. It’s been a while. I didn’t expect to see you at the Huka Shrine.”
“Haha. I couldn’t not come when I was invited. And I was curious about the woman who’s said to be a candidate for Japan’s S-class.”
He was a handsome man who looked to be around 30 years old. He wore a designer suit, and his hair was styled in a soft yet sophisticated parted perm.
His gaze shifted from Jin Seyoung to me.
“Nice to meet you, Sung Yoojin. I’ve been thinking I’d like to meet you someday… but I didn’t expect it to be here.”
He extended his hand to me. I took his hand.
“Yes, I’m Sung Yoojin.”
“Haha. I’m Shin Jio. The young head of the Dongcheong Shin Family.”
The Dongcheong Shin Family.
One of the five great families in South Korea.
“It’s a pleasure to meet someone I’ve only heard rumors about here,” I said. I had learned about the Dongcheong Shin Family in college. It was a historic family that had existed since the Joseon Dynasty.
“Please don’t put too much faith in those rumors. They’re often exaggerated, to the point where it’s embarrassing. Ah, here’s my business card.”
“A business card… I don’t have one…”
“Haha. It’s alright. Please just take mine. And when you make a business card later, please give it to me. I might be being rude, but I’d like to make a connection with the genius of the Yeongcheon School, even if it’s just like this.”
Shin Jio kept talking to us until the event started. This man, who seemed to smile a lot, was also very talkative.
Shin Jio was more interested in me than Jin Seyoung. The genius of the Yeongcheon School. It seemed I was quite famous among the Korean schools. It was probably because of the dungeon survival I participated in before.
Clang!
The sound of a bell echoed through the space.
Shin Jio, who had been talking, finally stopped.
“Oh… it seems the event is about to start.”
The spectators, who had become quiet at the sound of the bell, all looked towards the waterfall. This was because there was a large palanquin floating in the air in front of the waterfall.
Inside the self-floating palanquin was a woman. A miko wearing a red skirt and a white top.
I straightened my back and looked closely at the miko.
Fair skin and neat eyebrows. A sharp nose and red lips. She met all the conditions of a beauty.
Also, her figure was outstanding, even though she was wearing a loose-fitting miko outfit. Especially her large chest and hips. Exactly my type.
I swallowed hard and stared at her.
Clang!
When she shook the bell again, blue flames rose around the palanquin. The blue flames began to spin around the palanquin.
Clang!
This time, a burst of light erupted from the palanquin. It was such a spectacular sight that the broadcasters were frantically filming it with their cameras.
‘Amatsuka Koyori. A miko of the Huka Shrine and an A-class hunter affiliated with the Wind God Guild. A candidate for Japan’s S-class hunter. Age 33.’
After that, traditional music began to play from somewhere, and Koyori began to dance to the music. A mysterious and beautiful dance. A dance dedicated to the gods.
‘And she’s also a famous onmyoji in Japan, right?’
The event continued after that. Of course, Koyori wasn’t the only one performing. After her dance, she disappeared somewhere with the palanquin.
After that, other mikos appeared and showed Japanese traditions and culture, or politicians appeared and spouted boring words about how great Japan was to the world. They were as boring as a school principal’s speech.
And at 8 PM.
The sparring finally began.
Amatsuka Koyori and a man stood facing each other in the arena below the waterfall.
When I focused mana in my eyes, I could see very well even from a distance. Also, although it was a dark night outside, this place inside the barrier was as bright as day.
“I am Amatsuka Koyori, a miko of the Huka Shrine,” Koyori said politely, bowing her head. The man also bowed his head politely. In her hand, she held a naginata, a spear-like weapon similar to a guandao.
“I am Otsuki Kotaro of the Tengen School.”
Kotaro was a thin man with a katana at his waist. He was dressed in samurai attire, and his hair was tied up in a topknot like the samurai of the past.
A quick internet search revealed that he was an A-class hunter. Not only that, but he was also a man known for being a rigid right-winger.
Clang!
The sound of a bell rang out from somewhere. The sparring had begun.
Clang! Clang!
Sword and spear clashed. Their clash continued for over 30 seconds.
I saw Kotaro’s face contorted. This was because Koyori had easily blocked his attacks.
‘Even from here, I can feel the difference in skill, so the person involved must have felt an even greater difference. If Koyori wanted to, she could probably end the sparring in 3 minutes.’
However, Koyori had not ended the sparring even after 5 minutes.
‘…It’s for show.’
This was ultimately a show. It would be broadcast throughout Japan and spread around the world via the internet. If it ended too quickly, people would think it was boring.
‘Koyori is maintaining an overwhelming presence. Is she planning to promote Japan and the Wind God Guild through this?’
I looked at the VIP seats. The two S-class hunters were watching indifferently, while the politicians had satisfied expressions.
Kotora, whose clothes were torn here and there, gritted his teeth and took a stance to draw his sword. I looked at Kotaro more seriously. The mana violently fluctuating from his body could be felt even in the spectator area.
‘This must be Kotaro’s last struggle.’
Kotaro drew his sword. It was too fast for my eyes to see properly.
A white blade aura over 3 meters long flew towards Koyori. Koyori planted her spear on the ground and formed hand seals with both hands. She was using onmyodo.
The space in front of Koyori was distorted. The blade aura, which had been flying straight, twisted and went up to the ceiling, colliding with the barrier and disappearing.
Kotaro didn’t stop and continued to draw his sword. Five blade auras flew in succession, but the result was the same as before. Unable to break through the space distortion, they flew to the floor, ceiling, and walls, colliding with the barrier.
“…I have lost. I no longer have the strength to wield my katana.”
Kotaro sheathed his katana and lowered his hand.
“Thank you. Your swordsmanship was very sharp.”
“…Thank you for the empty words. With you here, Japan’s future is secure.”
The sparring was over. The spectators all applauded. I glanced at the internet and saw that the reactions were no joke. Especially the reactions of the Japanese people were huge.
-The Wind Miko! Amatsuka Koyori! She’s no joke!
-As expected of Amatsuka Koyori. She’s showing the skills we expected. But what is the Japanese Hunter Association doing? Promote Amatsuka to S-class hunter right now.
-The communities around the world are in an uproar right now. Japanese onmyodo is being evaluated as superior to Western magic.
‘It’s quite a commotion.’
Several other events followed, but none of them received as much positive response as the sparring.
•••
12 AM.
I approached a pond near the shrine. I sat on a rock that was just the right size to lean against and took out my smartphone.
My mind was complicated. I was going to spar with Koyori tomorrow.
My goal was to land a blow on Koyori and collect a strand of her hair or a drop of her blood.
However, considering the skills Koyori showed today, it didn’t seem like it would be easy.
‘Getting blood is impossible… should I aim for her hair?’
I also had to cut her hair naturally. If I awkwardly aimed for her hair, people might think it was strange.
‘If I use a fleeting moment right at the start… hmm. It doesn’t work well even on B-class hunters, so there’s no way it would work on an S-class candidate.’
My mind was quite troubled.
The only good thing was that Koyori would drag out the sparring. This was ultimately a show, after all.
‘I’m troubled.’
I fiddled with my smartphone for no reason. When I launched the Yuhee Life app, I felt at ease.
‘Come to think of it, what happened to the Kill the Gay King world? Did the world end?’
Looking around, I found ‘Kill the Gay King’ in the ending list. I clicked on ‘Kill the Gay King’.
The screen changed. My avatar, Sex King, was sitting on a throne, trembling.
‘The interface is the same as the auto-progress. Should I fast-forward it?’
Sex King began to rule the world using his omnipotent Infinity Power.
-I prefer natural beauties, so I forbid plastic surgery!
There was no woman who refused his words. Over 300,000 ugly women rose up in rebellion, but the result was that they were impregnated by the Impregnation Lightning. The babies they gave birth to were all girls.
Most of the daughters born to ugly women were ugly, but sometimes they gave birth to pretty daughters. If they gave birth to a beauty that caught Sex King’s eye, their lives changed 180 degrees.
For ugly women, pregnancy was an opportunity to turn their lives around. However, it wasn’t easy to receive the Impregnation Lightning from Sex King.
Sex King, having realized the state of society, didn’t use the Impregnation Lightning often.
In order for ugly women to be hit by the Impregnation Lightning, they had to use ‘10,000 Labor Points’. Labor Points were, as the name suggests, points that accumulated when you worked.
-Oh Sex King! Look at my daughter! Isn’t she beautiful?!
-Oh. She is beautiful. You now have the status of a mother-in-law! I acknowledge you!
-Thank you! Thank you!
The status of a mother-in-law could be said to be quasi-aristocratic. They could naturally earn Labor Points even if they didn’t work.
-Come here! I will bestow my grace upon you!
In a way, it could be considered incest, but Sex King didn’t care at all. In the first place, Sex King had transcended humanity and become a divine being. He wasn’t bound by human ethics like incest. Just like the gods of Greek and Roman mythology.
-Spread them!
When Sex King spoke, hundreds of thousands of women spread their legs.
“Damn. I’m so jealous…”
