Genius Archer’s Streaming - Chapter 426

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The Genius Archer’s Streaming Season 2 Episode 146
51. Concentration (3)
Chiseung’s face had gone pale.
‘I see. He just shot on command.’
Almond had probably simply fired in sync with the Commander’s order. Since Almond was handling a Joseon short bow for the first time, he’d entrusted his judgment to the Commander.
“Almond seems genuinely flustered, doesn’t he?”
Hearing King Gul’s comment from beside him and seeing Almond’s expression, it was indeed true.
I’d never seen that kind of face during ranked matches.
But King Gul seemed to have seen it once before.
“From what I know, aside from the bathroom crisis at Zombie School, I don’t think he’s ever been this flustered!”
-How does he even know that?
-Shy Nut Clan King Gul…
-What’s that?
Oh, that’s… hahahaha
“Almond is making all these mistakes! That must mean the international competition is really nerve-wracking!?”
-It’s not a mistake, he just doesn’t read explanations….
-Manly trait) Won’t read anything over 3 characters.
-Our boy who doesn’t know concentration! How do we solve this!?
King Gul had casually called it a mistake, but Chiseung didn’t see it that way.
It wasn’t quite right to call what Almond did a mistake. He simply hadn’t known about the skill.
And thinking about it, he couldn’t have known.
‘The gap….’
That’s the problem.
For nerds and otaku like us, that’s the issue.
‘I was only thinking in terms of hardcore Civilization players.’
I kept telling myself I needed to think from a layman’s perspective.
But ultimately, I couldn’t.
Chiseung furrowed his brow and pressed his forehead with his hand. Then he sighed and interjected into the commentary.
“It’s hard to call it a mistake.”
“Pardon? Is that so?”
“Yes. This is my oversight. On the international competition server, skill descriptions really do flash by small and fast.”
“Ah….”
“That’s because only experts participate in international competitions… so naturally it’s not considered. I should have conveyed these essential skill tips. From my perspective, it’s such an obvious skill that….”
What Chiseung had actually emphasized to Almond in preparation for the international competition were matters of organization and teamwork.
‘In a way, it’s because of me.’
King Gul sighs.
“Ah… so there’s a high chance he won’t know going forward in this match!?”
“Yes… he’ll probably need to figure it out.”
“Ah. He’s sensing something’s off right now and testing it immediately.”
Twang…
Almond felt something was off about his bow, so he fired another arrow into empty air, then shot upward as well.
Twang…
Twang…
It seemed he suspected some kind of bug had occurred.
Though it didn’t matter since arrows were unlimited.
“Is this okay?”
“I-I don’t know, but it doesn’t matter! Either way, it just shoots at the standard short bow range, so it shouldn’t be a big problem for Almond!”
It didn’t matter to Almond, but Commander Coffee was staring at him from the front with eyes wide open.
Coffee’s expression was more terrifying than the ferociously howling England warriors.
Chiseung’s eyes instinctively squeezed shut.
‘Ah… this can’t be happening.’
I couldn’t bear to watch this unfold with open eyes.
What Coffee would think seeing this… Chiseung could roughly predict.
In Coffee’s eyes, Almond was already an eccentric novice newcomer pulling off bizarre antics.

* * *
‘?’
A question mark.
This alone could accurately describe the emotion currently crossing Coffee’s face.
When the first shot missed, it at least ended with a question mark.
‘…Is he joking around?’
Watching Almond fire arrows into empty air like he was digging, then fire again, was undeniably bizarre behavior.
It was impossible to blame anyone for misinterpreting it as a prank.
Especially since Coffee already knew that he had demonstrated his signature streamer reaction of shooting arrows upward at his own head as a form of self-termination.
‘Could he be streaming?’
For Coffee, who had never dealt with major streamers before, the thought crossed his mind—was he really concerned about streaming even at this very moment?
All sorts of random thoughts flashed through his mind.
By his usual temperament, he would have wanted to approach and say something like, ‘Just because you’re good at Ril doesn’t mean you’re good at this.’
‘No, wait. Cookie told me to leave him alone as much as possible.’
Leaving Almond alone was one of the fairly important orders given to the commanders in this scrim.
Cookie was a commander who placed considerable importance on gathering pure data.
Meanwhile, Almond was nearly finished with his testing.
‘The range is… about this far.’
He had confirmed that his bow’s range was definitely shorter than the other Joseon archers’. Since he hadn’t drawn the bowstring for long to conduct a quick test, he couldn’t determine the concentration faction.
‘Hmm…’
He glanced at the chat wondering if he’d missed something, but unfortunately at this timing, all that remained were comments laughing or calling it funny. There was no time to scroll back and forth searching.
Right ahead were hordes of England’s barbaric soldiers.
Before he could find a way to restore the bow’s range to normal, the probability of their axes or spears striking Almond’s neck was overwhelmingly high.
Even as arrows poured down like rain, most of the warriors didn’t die.
Thud-thud-thud…!
All the arrows are being blocked by their shields.
‘That shield wall… no, shield dome…’
They had formed their shields into a ‘dome’ to defend from all directions.
It was an application of the shield wall formation.
‘How do I break through that?’
Almond paused to think for a moment.
‘Ah.’
A good idea came to him.
‘Right. I have to move forward anyway.’
Despite being an archer, he began charging forward.

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Meanwhile, Coffee was doing his best to erase all thoughts of Almond from his mind.
He needed to focus on this battle first.
His pride had been somewhat wounded.
Streamers are nothing but attention-seekers.
He probably finds this kind of thing entertaining.
Coffee bit his lip.
‘Does he think this is just for fun…’
For him, an international competition was not something to be treated as mere entertainment.
At least not for him. Even if not everyone could appreciate his value, he wanted their respect.
At the very least, they shouldn’t mock him.
He turned his gaze back to England’s barbaric soldiers.
Clack. Clack.
They blocked all sides with shields and advanced methodically.
‘A dome-shaped shield wall…’
It looked impossible to penetrate with arrows.
It was fortunate this was a game where arrows were unlimited; in reality, he wouldn’t have wasted arrows trying.
Fortunately, here he could keep firing arrows to at least slow their advance.
He had bought time for the commander to think.
‘I’ll circle around and break through with my body.’
Arrows won’t work.
The conclusion was clear.
“Hyah!”
He began riding his horse forward.
Since only he as commander was mounted, who else would do it?
Cookie had probably positioned him with that in mind.
Commanders had defense and stamina bonuses.
Coffee was certain he was the optimal choice for this role.
The Joseon players would likely adapt and continue fighting through another commander even if their current one was temporarily absent.
Clop, clop, clop!
The horse charged forward with thunderous hoofbeats.
Through the downpour of arrows.
“I’ll break through the shield wall!”
A resounding cry.
At that, the countless arrows being fired suddenly shifted their trajectories.
Thud, thud, thud…!
As if guided by an invisible path, the arrows parted around the Commander alone.
Teamwork that couldn’t emerge without rigorous training.
Yet, there was one who broke through that flawless coordination.
“?”
Whoosh!
He didn’t just break from the Archer formation—he began sprinting forward like a madman.
Coffee’s eyes snapped wide open.
[Aamond]
It was Aamond.
‘What is he doing…’
Coffee had no way of knowing Aamond’s circumstances—that he didn’t know how to extend his range and had to advance forward.
‘Should I issue separate orders?’
If he ran without coordinating with his allies, he could become a pincushion from friendly fire.
The allied Archers hadn’t anticipated Aamond suddenly breaking formation.
And it was questionable whether those Archers would even bother adjusting their arrow trajectories for a single inexperienced recruit who suddenly charged out.
‘Damn.’
But there was no time to worry about others.
“The Commander!”
The England Soldiers’ eyes gleamed as they spotted Coffee, their Commander.
Swoosh!
Spears bristled like porcupine quills between the gaps in the shield dome.
Coffee had to change course.
If he charged straight in, he’d shatter the formation and become a skewer—death.
“Hyah!”
Even in death, a Commander must die with purpose.
He circled around the shield dome’s perimeter, raising his spear high. The rear had to be undefended.
‘Strike from the rear.’
If he pierced through from behind the shield wall and broke their formation, there would be no way to stop him.
Coffee’s mind mapped the route precisely as his horse began turning in a clean arc, as if running on rails.
But then—
“!?”
“Look out!”
The rear of the shield wall.
The enemy was already waiting.
‘Did he leave one out?’
He extended his spear lengthwise, blocking my horse from charging forward.
A Spearman could fundamentally intercept a Cavalry charge. That’s why they were our counter.
‘What do I do.’
Then, a solution came flying.
──Whiiiiissh!!
A projectile curved through the air with a serpentine whistle.
‘An arrow?’
It was an arrow.
Thwack!!
“Gack!”
A curved shot that came around the back of the shield wall. It pierced through the neck of the Spearman who had been blocking me and exited the other side.
Thwip!
‘What. A curved shot…?’
Coffee lifted his head and looked beyond the shield wall.
‘Aamond…?’
The owner of the arrow was Aamond.
He had somehow made his way to a position nearly fifteen meters away from the shield wall.
‘No, when did he get there?’
Coffee was more amazed that he was alive and standing in that position than impressed by his archery skill.
‘How is he alive? In that arrow barrage?’
Did his Seniors show mercy and change the arrow trajectories for him?
‘No.’
It wasn’t.
Some had changed course, but most were still flying straight.
It was unavoidable. With the Commander’s path already blocked, asking them to shoot around Almond too was unreasonable.
Yet Almond was alive.
He was dodging the arrows. While evading our own arrows, he kept running forward and killed the rear Spearman with a curved shot.
‘….’
Coffee was confused. How had Almond anticipated this tactic and fired arrows to the rear?
This wasn’t a question that would be answered by continued deliberation.
The question itself was wrong from the start.
Almond simply fired arrows to the rear because the front was blocked.
It just so happened that the one blocking Coffee was caught in the crossfire.
But regardless, the result was the same.
Thanks to Almond, there was now no Spearman blocking Coffee.
‘Now’s my chance!’
Coffee increased his horse’s speed even further.
If I missed this opportunity, another Spearman would mark the rear position.
“Arrrrrgh!”
With a roar, I collide with my entire body.
Crash!!!
Horses and soldiers tangle together, and the shield wall crumbles with a thunderous sound.
“Gahhh!”
“It’s the Commander! Kill him!!!”
Thwack!
Thwack…!
The axes and spears of the England Soldiers rain down on Coffee.
Instead of thrusting his spear at the enemy, Coffee raises it upward.
“Fire away!!!”
Whoooosh──
Countless arrows whistle through the air simultaneously.
A relentless barrage of arrows descends, piercing through the flesh of England’s savage soldiers.
──Splurt!
Soldiers barely managing to raise their shields and charge forward, others trampled to death as their feet tangle beneath them.
So many fell.
Coffee was among them.
Thud.
He died gloriously, struck by countless arrows across his front.
Even until his final breath, he died trying to pierce one more England Soldier.
“That stubborn bastard.”
“Ugh… Korean-style gameplay really….”
“Go to hell!”
The England Soldiers fell into complete chaos.
However, someone’s voice brings order to the situation.
“The enemy’s Commander is dead! There will be confusion!”
He was the one who killed Coffee, a famous England Commander known as the “Longbow’s Jaderill.”
“We’ve already closed the distance significantly! Run! Drag at least one of them down to the afterlife with you!!!”
More than half of the England Soldiers were still alive.
If they could only close the distance with the Archers, victory would be theirs.
England still held the initiative to win.
His judgment was sound.
“Charge!!!”
“The most stubborn one is dead! We’re going to win!!”
But Jaderill did not know.
In a corner of the brush beside the path they were running toward.
The truly stubborn one was hiding there, drawing back his bowstring.
After destroying the shield wall, I had slipped into the nearby brush to avoid the enemies’ charge.
Fortunately, I hadn’t been discovered. The enemies were too busy killing Coffee, who had charged from the rear.
Creak.
Hidden from view, I drew the bowstring slowly and steadied my breathing.
At first, I aimed for the closest one.
‘No, wait.’
The enemies needed to discover my position as late as possible, so I shifted my target toward the one farthest away.
I kept the bowstring drawn taut while moving only my focus.
In that instant.
Whiiiing…!
A faint white light began gathering at my fingertips.
Almond’s eyes widened.
‘Huh?’

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