Countless traumas related to my head existed in my past life.
As a child, I would often have my hair grabbed by members of an elite special forces squad directly under the Emperor, resulting in my horns being cut.
I would get slapped with wine and have my hair pulled by the haughty daughters of dukes.
Do you think it was any different for boys?
The most despicable fighters were always the assassins.
Because life-and-death confrontations cannot coexist with fairness.
However, I couldn’t just recklessly cut my hair to save magic power for emergencies.
[Sometimes my mentor ties her hair up, and sometimes she lets it down. Doesn’t that feel uncomfortable?]
Maintaining twin tails was a form of superstition.
When I dramatically survived my first assassination attempt, coincidentally, I had the twin tails that Ms. Niobe had styled for me that day.
The experience of surviving thanks to my hair continued to bind me with anxiety afterward.
It wasn’t that I wore twin tails to help in battle.
I learned how to use them effectively in combat simply because I wore twin tails to eliminate my anxiety.
It would occasionally help in aerial battles, but in reality, it had never been dramatically linked to a win or loss.
I decided to let my hair down as a form of response during this fan meeting.
After all, Professor Cheon was watching supportively from behind, and the enthusiastic cheers from the fans helped calm my heart slightly.
The fans probably wouldn’t know this background, but it seemed they liked the new hairstyle quite a bit.
“Namaya is cute!”
“Letting your hair down is pretty too!”
Cheers erupted.
Indeed, when asked if anything had changed, 99% of the time it referred to my hair.
It was the most dramatic change, so there was a psychology behind wanting the other person to notice.
I nodded with a slight smile.
I firmly held the microphone with both hands and stood up.
“Hello, I’m Noname. As you know, I’m attending Seviron Academy and will be going into my third year next month.”
“KYAAAAAAAA!”
In the quiet atmosphere, a pterosaur unexpectedly cried out.
“Haha, honestly, until I came here, I didn’t think much about it, but seeing all of you made me feel even better than I imagined. The fan meeting is planned for a total of three hours, divided into two parts. The sign session will take place during a break in between.”
I recited the announcements given to me by the staff and bowed my head once more to express my gratitude.
“There’s one more thing I’d like to request your understanding about. There’s someone who volunteered to act as the emcee today.”
The spotlight lit up one of the seats.
The fans all turned to direct their gaze toward a foreign man.
“Is it okay to let this person be our emcee?”
“Yes!”
“Wowww!”
“Cannon! Cannon! Cannon! Cannon!”
“Noname’s confidence is amazing!”
“Then, Mr. Cannon, please come forward!”
It was quite amusing to see him bounce over, well-dressed in a suit.
Was he trying to erase the intimidating presence due to his build?
His face was large, which I hadn’t noticed while watching him on the broadcast, but he stood nearly two meters tall.
“Hold on, I’ll move aside.”
“Oh… okay?”
“You can sit here.”
I gave him a chair designed for children and took my place on the dazzling throne.
“Here?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, this is nice! It’s just the right size for me!”
It’s important that our eye levels match when having a conversation.
As Cannon awkwardly settled into the chair, it creaked under him.
But it was sturdy enough, so there was no need to worry.
“Is it uncomfortable for you?”
“Not at all! It’s more comfortable than our studio!”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Cannon. I look forward to your assistance today.”
* * *
– It seems like Cannon King and Noname have swapped seats, lol
– Since it’s Noname’s fan meeting, it’s right for her to sit in the main seat.
– An expression of not giving special treatment…!
Step 1: Getting to Know Each Other.
Knowing someone online is different from knowing them in person.
To narrow the gap between Noname and her fans, the organizers decided to have a reading time from the Tree Wiki.
“Is Noname’s height 113 centimeters?”
“Yes. It seems like it was written based on an interview during the Academy对抗赛, but I might have grown a bit since then.”
“I thought of that, so we’ve prepared a height-measuring device! Please come out!”
“Huh?”
Two men struggled to move a large machine to the center of the stage.
Cannon grinned as he looked at the fans.
“I’m just the emcee, so I’ll stay out of it, but I’m looking for someone to help measure Noname’s height.”
The audience and the chat exploded with excitement at the same time.
– Can I meet Noname right in front of me?
– Wow, lol
– If I stand on my tiptoes, can I push Noname’s head down?
└ You might get killed by your father.
– I’m so jealous of this fan meeting, I’m so jealous of this fan meeting, I’m so jealous of this fan meeting.
“Earn that qualification for yourselves! Here comes the first quiz! What are the two spells Noname first cast in the World of Arsteria? You need to get them in order. Let’s all yell ‘I love Noname’ for our answer.”
With the help of the manager, the difficulty of the question soared sky-high.
– How are we supposed to know this, lol
– If it’s a tutorial broadcast, when the heck is it?
– It was January 20th last year, so exactly a year and a day ago, lol
– Who made the question?
Sighs erupted from everywhere.
Among them, there were some who seriously tried to come up with answers, discussing with those next to them.
“Answer! No, I mean, I love Noname!”
A male fan raised his hand and shouted confidently.
“Yes, Mister?”
“Adjusting friction coefficient… and polar coordinate allocation?”
“Hmm… Nope!”
As soon as the man spoke, a female fan sitting across from him shouted.
“I love Noname!”
“And what’s your answer, lady?”
“Circuit reconstruction, adjusting friction coefficient!”
“Correct! Come on up!”
“KYAAAA! Mom, I did it!”
– Wow, that’s crazy, lol
– How did they get that, lol
– Is this even real after just two tries?
– They’re a dedicated fan, aren’t they? lol
Noname took off her shoes and stepped onto the height-measuring device.
“Wow, Noname… you’re so small and precious…!”
“Haha, yes… thank you.”
“But you have to stand up straight! Eit, eit!”
With both hands, she pressed Noname’s heels down firmly onto the ground.
Using all her strength, Noname straightened her neck.
Cannon tilted his head.
“If you were measured last October, wouldn’t you be much taller now?”
“To be honest, I exaggerated a little back then…”
“Now’s the perfect moment! I’m going to press the button, Noname!”
Unlike in her past life, where she shot up to 180 with high heels.
At this moment, even the smallest millimeter is precious, and as the machine hit her head, Noname shut her eyes tightly.
“Let’s see, 113.9…”
“Hmm…!”
“Oh wow, 114cm! Look here, Noname! You’ve grown by 1cm!”
“It says 114! Everyone, give a big round of applause! Everybody stand up!”
Cannon excitedly urged the fans to stand.
– This is just group slaughter, lol
– Who said Noname is 113! It’s 114!
– Fun fact: The average height of a first grader is 122 cm.
└ Since she’s next to Cannon, our Noname might disappear, ugh.
– So cute and crazy, lol
– ‘Noname’ has made it to the top 5 in real-time search volume on Tree Wiki★.
“Is the Myers-Briggs type indicator a strict manager?”
“Yes, it’s ESTJ.”
“Noname, you have quite a few nicknames! Nonemeen, Namena no yo, Yesname, and so on. What does DMZ mean?”
“Well, I’m not really sure about that.”
[(13) DMZ: Dive Madman, or the mad existence in Dive.]
“The explanation here says it’s the comments when someone might tower-dive recklessly while playing.”
– Arsteria is truly a nightmare…
– There’s no safe zone in front of Noname, lol
– The kid who carried with a win rate of 43% using a trash champion… that’s what made them even more hated…
“Since I didn’t really look at the chat back then, I’m not sure. But it might be correct.”
“Sounds good! That’s a cool nickname even the North Korean Kim Joo-ae would pay attention to!”
Next is Step 2: Getting Closer.
112 fans wrote questions on Post-it notes.
Pink and yellow petals blooming brightly.
Noname scanned through them carefully and picked one to read.
“Do you like mint chocolate? Yes, I do.”
“Really?”
“I don’t think it’s bad.”
– Mint chocolate unity
– Anti-mint chocolate brigade, retreat!
– Noname, that’s an allegiance…! You can’t eat support!
– So intense, what if Noname is part of the mint chocolate faction?
“Recently, what’s made you the happiest? I feel like I’m the happiest right now.”
She carefully observed the questions with affectionate eyes.
Cannon also briefly put the microphone down.
Noname was given the space to look around more leisurely.
“When will your father show up in the vlog? I will film it soon.”
“How do you sleep? I sleep curled up to minimize my target size.”
“Please make some merchandise, I’ll think about it.”
“Do you need my signature? Huh? What kind of question is this?”
“Do you think you’re pretty, Noname? I don’t think I’m pretty, but I think I can stimulate an adult’s protective instincts.”
– Protectiveness, whoa
– How does she even know the term target size? lol
– This kid’s vocabulary is unusual…!
– She’s totally an old soul!
– Asking Noname if she needs her own signature, lol
The leaves of the tree, once bursting with Post-it notes, began to fall one by one.
As the background shifted from spring to summer, and summer to autumn, I was able to significantly close the distance with Noname, as if we had spent a long time together.
“What’s a goal you want to achieve? Isn’t it too ambitious 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?”
– A girl aspiring to be the strongest in the world!
– A modest dream: to be the strongest.
– Let’s take Noname to the White House!
– She speaks so clearly, lol
Filtering out repeated questions, I tucked away the doodles I drew when I couldn’t think of anything to ask.
The last ten or so questions remained.
Noname took one from the stack and held it up to the light.
“Have you ever confessed or been confessed to?”
Suddenly, Noname brought the Post-it in front of the broadcast camera.
“I’ve never confessed, but I’ve received quite a few confessions.”
– 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
– Who was it?!
– What does this little brat know about love!
– Noname is still too young! No!
└ The person who confessed was probably the same age, lol
– She feels like a kindergarten kid, doesn’t she?
– Noname’s father! Please protect our Noname!
Cannon asked the question with a look of thrilling interest.
“How many times have you been confessed to?”
“Well, I don’t know? Maybe dozens?”
The light in Professor Cheon’s eyes, who was watching with arms crossed from the back, grew cold.
Whether she knew that or not, Noname continued to dangle the Post-it in front of the viewers watching in real time.
“If the number of viewers for part two falls below the current count, I might accept the confessions I’ve held back?”
Her obvious threat engulfed the chat in chaos.
Of course, the viewers had no way of knowing.
That she held back on confessions because the one who confessed had died.
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