Genius Archer’s Streaming - Chapter 765

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The Genius Archer’s Streaming Season 3 Episode 235
77. The Leader (3)
One day.
I remember it was when the domestic championship was drawing near.
The time when the old wooden floor of the classroom would be bathed in orange light—the dismissal hour when most students had already left school.
I was at the archery range, drawing the bowstring as I always did.
Then a student approached and said the Coach was calling for me.
Since the Coach rarely called during practice, I tilted my head in confusion.
When I entered the office, the Coach was holding what looked like a white cloth.
“Sanghyeon, come here and take a look at this.”
“?”
Whoosh.
As the white cloth unfolded, a silhouette bathed in the sunset was revealed.
What the Coach was holding wasn’t a white cloth at all.
It was his old player-era t-shirt.
“Can you see it?”
“Yes.”
I could see exactly what the Coach was pointing to.
With an archer’s vision and focus, I could see it even more clearly.
The yin-yang symbol with red and blue intertwined together.
The mark of a national representative.
“I wore this when I was on the national team.”
The Coach smiled with pride.
The low-hanging sunset light carved into every wrinkle on his face, accentuating them all.
Yet all those traces of time ultimately converged into his smile now.
“Being on the national team is a lifelong source of pride—an achievement.”
Gulp.
I swallowed hard.
“When I decided to come here as a high school archery coach….”
The Coach stood and held it out to me.
“I thought it would be wonderful to pass this on to someone worthy of wearing it next.”
“…!”
Even at my young age, I understood.
It wouldn’t be easy for him to let go of something he took such pride in.
“Are you really giving this to me?”
“Yes. Take it before I change my mind.”
Snatch!
I laugh at how quickly I snatched it away.
“No hesitation at all. Ahem. Anyway. When you wear this yin-yang mark on your back….”
At that moment, the Coach’s words sounded almost distant to my ears.
His eyes were already filled with the circular yin-yang mark.
“…I cannot lose.”
“Pardon?”
I cannot lose.
This was not something Coach would normally say.
Push yourself to the limit, and win or lose as you will.
That was his philosophy.
So I asked again.
“I cannot… lose?”
Perhaps my heart wavered at the innocent gaze in his eyes at that moment.
He changed his words.
“Hmm. Losing is… too much? Then….”
He placed his hands on my shoulders and spoke.
“Even if you lose. Never show weakness. Do not avoid the match. Always be confident. When you wear this mark….”

* * *
Grrrrk.
Sanghyeon muttered those words with his eyes wide open.
“Then you become our nation. That’s the literal meaning. You are a ‘national representative’….”
Boom!
Honda’s feet kicked off the ground, and his form scattered.
The word “scattered” was the perfect description.
A player who pushed agility to its absolute limit.
Yet Sanghyeon did not lose sight of his target and pursued.
Twang─
The bowstring released once more, and an arrow flew.
──Clang!
This time he deflected it.
Honda had nearly closed the distance.
At this speed, there would be only one chance to fire an arrow.
However, that was the general case.
Grrrrk─
Several arrows were already gripped in Sanghyeon’s hand.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
“!”
Honda’s eyes widened.
Clang!
One deflected with his sword, one parried, and the last one?
──Thud!
The arrow struck true, hitting his chest directly.
Yet he paid it no mind. This was a shot he’d deliberately allowed to land.
Arrows fired in rapid succession without focus dealt negligible damage.
Thump.
His left foot, which had been treading lightly, suddenly stomped down hard against the ground.
In that instant, Sanghyeon’s pupils dilated, a brilliant light flashing across them.
Honda’s hand scattered forth in a sweeping blade strike.
‘It connected…!’
Screech!
A vicious sound pierced through the air.
Yet no blood sprayed forth.
‘Evaded?’
A man without even an agility stat had dodged the blade at this distance with nothing but a slight backward lean of his waist.
But his response was swift.
Thanks to the brutal blade faction, he could deliver proper strikes with merely a slight movement, allowing him to change his blade trajectory with equal ease.
Clang.
In an instant the blade reversed downward, then whoosh!
He drove it toward the ground.
There was no angle to escape.
Crash──!
Yet it was blocked.
Blocked by the bow.
He’d blocked it with the bow, his waist bent back nearly fifty degrees.
But it didn’t end there.
Twang.
‘What?’
The arrowhead appeared before Honda’s widened eyes.
The moment he’d blocked with the bow, Sanghyeon had drawn the string taut.
Honda threw his head back with all his might.
Whoosh!
The arrow grazed past his nose. With his head still thrown back, he swung his blade wildly without looking, desperate to land even a single hit.
It was an act of desperation.
Whether that desperation bore fruit.
Whoosh!
Sanghyeon evaded his horizontal slash once more and finally rolled across the ground.
“!”
Perfect.
Honda’s lowered eyes gleamed with fervor.
This opportunity seemed unlikely to come twice.
This was no opponent I could face multiple times. For a swordsman to struggle against an archer like this—it wasn’t a proper fight at all.
I had to finish this quickly.
Whoosh!
My blade shifted upward, aiming for the throat.
Like a viper lunging at prey, I coiled back momentarily before thrusting with elastic force.
It drained durability rapidly—a technique rarely used with a katana.
But given the circumstances, there was no choice.
The enemy was lying down.
If not now, when would I seize victory?
Shwoooosh!
The viper’s fangs were mere inches from his pale throat when—
“!?”
──Boom!
Something pierced through from beneath his chin, shooting upward.
An arrow.
Burning with white light.
“Insane… with his foot?”
He’d pushed the bowstring with his foot and fired from below.
The lamp beneath the stand casts no shadow.
He’d fired from my blind spot.
This was actually Honda’s specialty as a swordsman.
“Haa… ha….”
Sanghyeon caught his breath, staring at the blade that had stopped inches from his face.
“I won.”
Thump.
Honda collapsed.
‘What about the others?’
Sanghyeon quickly rose and readied his bow, cautiously scanning the area.
There were no swordsmen left.
Danggeun, Spam, and the others lay tangled with them as corpses.
They’d fulfilled their roles until the very end.
Smirk.
Sanghyeon’s lips curved upward at the sight.
“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!”
The audience erupted in frenzy at the ace-versus-ace victory.
Boom-boom-boom-boom!
Drums thundered from all directions.

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“Wait, Almond?! You didn’t need to fight him at all, did you!?”
“Maybe you’re worried about being caught up to later!?”
“Ah…! Or maybe we’re not seeing the situation correctly! All the swordsmen behind him have already fallen!?”
The commentators were initially shocked that he was engaging Honda in direct combat.
As an archer, and especially a Joseon archer in mountainous terrain, there was no need for him to do this.
Since agility didn’t increase movement speed, he could have easily escaped.
These weren’t Vikings, and they weren’t faster than an archer blessed by mountain folk.
However, such detailed calculations meant nothing in this world where instinct and competitive spirit raged.
Whoosh!
“The distance closed in an instant!?”
“The arrow didn’t hit—is this a bug!?”
The collision happened in a flash, and all the commentators saw was Almond falling.
“Ahhhhh!? You, you fell, wha—?”
But it was Honda who fell.
It happened so fast that the analysts experienced a delay in their commentary.
“…?”
“!?”
King Gul’s mind finally processed what had just happened, and his shout burst forth.
“He shot the bow with his feet!?”
-?
-Huh?
-What
-Seriously
-How is there even an angle for that?
-With his feet???
“He pushed the bowstring with his feet from below to shoot! This is one of the historically renowned archery techniques!?”
“Yes! No, even watching it again, I can’t see it! He literally shoots from a blind spot! While falling, he pushed the bowstring with his feet!”
“And he released it as Honda was approaching! His focus gathered for about 1.2 seconds! He’d already landed one shot before! If you shoot the head like this, it’s fatal!?”
-He did it with his feet?
-Wow
-Even with his feet, he’d still win (Jjin)
-Whoa, that’s insane
-What is this now
-Literally Ottoman medieval special forces level
-If guns hadn’t been invented, Almond would have conquered the world…
-He’s insane
The chat surged upward in a stuttering frenzy.
“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!”
The roar of the audience erupted fiercely.
King Gul cried out, not to be outdone.
They had landed and gained little of note until now.
But this was a small yet definite victory.
And nothing boosted morale quite like this.
“Ahhhhhhh! This is Almond! I defeated the Bandit Leader!”
An archer—Almond—had won in an ace-versus-ace duel.
The fallen soldiers who had not yet respawned must be watching this from above.
And word would spread.
“Now Almond can advance, right!? Japan doesn’t have any prepared swordsmen left to defend the front!?”
“Yes! Japan was relying on Honda! There’s no reinforcement coming! Right now Almond is at minimum—just before discovering the main base location! Once he goes down this mountain, that’s it!? We don’t know what other damage he might inflict!”
“Almond is moving!”
Almond brushed himself off and started running again.
“Let’s goooo! Balwalra!!”
-Balwalra lmaooo
Jesse Sharaout of Almond is crazy/insane
-Balwalra lol
-fr Honda’s gone
-Kekeke~
-Let’s goooo
At that moment.
Boom—
[Joseon – Age 3]
Joseon advanced to the third age.
This time, Japan’s pace was no joke either.
[Japan – Age 3]
Both sides had advanced to the third age.
The Observer zoomed out and pulled the camera down.
Almond, who had fought such a great battle, had already become a tiny speck.
Japanese ships visible between white clouds.
Numerous fishing vessels and newly produced Sekibune, along with newly constructed Atakebune.
Countless workers spawned through food production were deployed, and vast amounts of timber were being felled.
And crossing the sea downward, the blue expanse in the middle of the ocean was empty, but as the Joseon coast drew near, multiple fishing vessels appeared. Clearly far fewer in number than Japan’s.
Yet something massive was beginning construction at the Joseon shipyard.
[Panokseon – 7%]
The iconic warship of the third age.
The Panokseon.
And nearly all of Joseon’s soldiers were lined up along the coast.
The moment the ship was complete, they would set sail.
Further down, the main base had many workers felling countless trees, preparing resources for the next ship—not quite as many as Japan, but still considerable.
Going further down from there, at the main base, while not quite as many as in Japan, a considerable number of workers were felling numerous trees and preparing resources for the next ship.
The camera zoomed out further, revealing the encampments of both sides.
Soldiers gathered on the coastlines of both armies.
In other words, preparations for a full-scale naval battle had begun.
Within this colossal tide of war, I was barely visible—a speck of insignificance.
Yet still, I pressed forward toward the enemy lines, inch by inch.

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