Master Swordsman’s Stream - Chapter 155

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Chapter 155

Anyway.
‘A coach, huh….’
Seo Jun fell into thought.
He hadn’t actually avoided the idea of asking Lee Dong-su for help.
Even if someone was called a coach, they weren’t directly involved in the tournament itself—they just helped with practice.
After the six days of Scrims ended, there would be a gap in the schedule.
During that time, they’d identify the opponents’ strength based on what they saw in the Scrims and build Teamwork together.
It was almost an understatement to say that the team’s Teamwork was formed during that period. Some teams even did training camps together, he’d heard.
‘Thanks for mentioning it first, at least.’
A faint smile crossed Seo Jun’s face.
But still.
“I’ll tell you if I need your help.”
There was no need to ask now.
“Yes. Yes? Ah, well, you know… no matter how good your physical abilities are, when it comes to game knowledge, I’m the one you can count on, right?”
He’d certainly be very helpful.
He’d have a far deeper understanding of 5v5 Team Games than a typical casual player.
Since the overall standard had risen so much, the pros were practically masters when it came to theory.
“Of course I know that.”
“Why do you admit it so readily?”
Lee Dong-su snapped his head around with suspicious eyes.
Seo Jun was basically the type who teased others the way an uncle might pester his nephews—so why the easy acknowledgment?
“Because I don’t need to learn theory. It’s not something I use. So what’s hard about admitting it?”
“What?”
“I mean, the brain is only for people whose bodies aren’t good enough, right?”
“……….”
Lee Dong-su had known there was a hidden meaning. Of course there was.
Taking the hit once again, he fumbled with the Gloves he’d shed earlier.
Should he try sparring for the first time in a while today?
His feel for sparring was coming back lately—just one hit.
Just one solid shot to that parasitic-looking bastard’s face!
Then, suddenly remembering something, Lee Dong-su asked back.
“So then, how bad is your body?”
“What?”
“You went to Korea University.”
With that brain in Korea’s top university, where else could it have come from!
“Hmm, heh heh. Must have been pretty physically weak in school? Or… did you have to be a bread shuttle?”
Surely not. But hey, you could always ask, right?
Lee Dong-su opened his mouth to continue, then Tae-woo coughed loudly from behind.
What?
That guy said he was just about to sleep after re-checking the Patch Notes before getting dragged here by Seo Jun—was he just drowsy?
“Ah, bread shuttle?”
Cough, cough.
Seo Jun laughed mockingly, and Tae-woo’s coughing intensified.
“I did eat a lot of bread in school, actually.”
Lee Dong-su was confused.
Really? For real?
Did this guy seriously get stronger doing 100 Push-ups, 100 Sit-ups, 100 Squats, and 10 kilometers of running daily—all because he had a change of heart from being bullied?
‘Then I’d better watch out for hair loss.’
As Lee Dong-su indulged in such typical teenage thoughts, a large hand approached from behind and settled on his shoulder.
“Dong-su.”
It was the Manager.
“Yes?”
“Never mind.”
“What is it?”
“That troublemaker was the same way back then.”
The Manager recalled a piece of history he’d never properly told anyone.
His friend’s son, who came to learn modern martial arts, stepped straight into the ring.
He’d seemed so overconfident that it was both insolent and endearing—so as always, the Manager tried to intimidate him first.
But at some point, his vision went dark.
Right. That damn troublemaker was a finished product from the start.
“What’s a troublemaker, anyway?”
“You don’t need to know.”

* * *

4:05 PM.
Seo Jun entered Ha Yun-ho’s Lobby.
“You’re here! Our team ace!”
The promised time was 4:20, and everyone except Seo Jun had already arrived.
That’s when Seo Jun felt a question arise.
“Wait, it’s 4:05—how did Wind Sword get here already?”
“He went straight to a Capsule Room near the office!”
“Ah.”
“I mean, as everyone knows, there’s basically a Capsule Room on every block in Seoul, right?”
Not quite every block, but there really are a lot. But… Seoul?
Seo Jun wasn’t the type to let a verbal slip pass.
The agreed meeting time of 4:20 was set considering Wind Sword’s work hours.
So if his company was in Seoul and his off-hours gave him twenty minutes—naturally, that meant he lived in Seoul too.
‘So he doesn’t live in the provinces after all.’
Wind Sword himself hadn’t realized he’d made a mistake, while Seo Jun mentally filed away the information.
“Alright, let’s start by discussing the Position issue.”
“Yes.”
“What do you think about me and Rumi going to Bottom?”
Currently, both their Most Lane specialties were ADC and Support.
But if they sent both to Bottom, it meant they were essentially giving up the lane.
“I talked to Rumi yesterday and we’re confident we can hold the line! Ha ha. We’re both decent at playing defensive.”
Keeping in mind that lower Tier players usually just need to not die and hold their ground to be one-man jobs, and doing one-man jobs even gets them Carry or MVP shouts—
“I mean, concentrating the weakness entirely to Bottom and bursting from above isn’t necessarily a bad strategy. But if any of you three is relatively better at ADC or Support than your other lanes, we should tailor things to that person.”
He shrugged and asked for their opinions.
And.
“………”
“………”
Alpaca and Wind Sword both wore apologetic expressions.
If they’d been broadcasting, the viewers would have had a field day mocking them.
“Yes, understood. Ha ha, it’s fine. What about you, Seo Jun?”
“Well, I think I could go anywhere, but I’ve only played Mid so far.”
“I know that. You haven’t played that many games overall.”
Seo Jun was speaking in past tense too, but the point came across anyway.
“Then it seems best for you to go Mid first. We should focus firepower on your strongest lane.”
Hmm.
‘I’d probably be fine going to other lanes too, though.’
Seo Jun was confident about that.
So if Wind Sword or Alpaca ended up struggling too much in their lanes, Seo Jun could switch and one of them could move to Mid instead—that might work better.
Ha Yun-ho naturally already knew this.
‘Is he trying to test that today?’
Then Ha Yun-ho continued.
“And more importantly, if we establish a system with you going Mid, and the other two improve their lane proficiency, we’d have a massive advantage. Because, though it’s not publicly known, I’m actually quite comfortable playing Top as a secondary Position.”
Ah.
He could see where this was going.
The team’s eyes widened.
“If you need to go Top, we can just swap Mid and Top. If you need to go Jungle, we can swap Mid and Jungle. We both were playing Mid before. And ADC? Then whoever went to Top goes Mid and I take Top.”
In other words.
“We can use you freely? Adapting to the situation?”
It was exactly as Alpaca said.
“Right. It only becomes an actual advantage if the other two adapt to their positions too. But isn’t this basically an invincible strategy?”
He’d found a way to turn a weakness into an asset.
Of course, the underlying premise absurdly relied on Seo Jun being good at all lanes, but the team members didn’t doubt that point one bit.
“This really could be our own invincible strategy.”
“What do you think, Seo Jun?”
“Sounds good.”
“Then let’s test it today. Run a 5v5 game. I’ve already recruited some streamer colleagues.”
Of course.
Even if he was a bit aggressive at auction, his preparation was thorough.
“So who’s going to play Top?”
Ha Yun-ho’s voice was refreshing, as if everything was flowing smoothly.

* * *

“Thank you for your hard work.”
“Thanks everyone for joining us for the Friendly Match!”
After the practice game ended, they gathered in the Lobby.
And Ha Yun-ho, standing next to Seo Jun, sighed and muttered to himself.
“What do I do?”
Anguish dripped from his words.

-lol just as expected
-Send Wind Sword Top and give Carrion instead lolol
-Wind Sword was Challenger and Grandmaster a few years ago though, why is he so bad at Jungle
-He got this bad so that’s why he’s B-ranked lol You think the ops team is stupid?
-But Carrion Mid without Wind Sword doesn’t even look B-rankedlolol
-Redo the Positions

He seemed to be in distress, and the nature of it was probably this.
‘Should we just abandon the Seo Jun Mid system and send one of them to Mid instead?’
It was actually a thought filling all four members’ minds at once—everyone except Seo Jun.
‘Hmm.’
They had played a total of three Friendly Matches today.
The result was 2 wins, 1 loss.
But because they lost the third game.

-lolol captain let’s clear bad karma tomorrow
-You’re losing even in scrims, what’re you gonna do in the actual tournament lol
-Weren’t you not trying hard today?
-It’s a team game so we can’t help it lollollololol

The Chat had lost its edge.
“Hmm.”
Seo Jun watched the Chat for a moment, then spoke. It seemed some education was in order.
“Let’s close the Broadcast. Stream off.”

-???
-Crazy captain no don’t close… we’re sorry
-Don’t you guys smash the jerks who made fun of us?
-I didn’t do it! I swear I didn’t!
-Argh! They’re making fun of us and the captain’s showing us authority lol!

“Stream off.”
“It’s about time we wrapped up. Stream off.”
“Take care, everyone.”
The broadcasts ended one by one.
Seo Jun felt a twinge of sympathy for the viewers in the neighboring stream, but he shook it off quickly.
It was time anyway. Couldn’t expose strategy.
“By the way, Yun-ho, you said the other team’s Jungle was Platinum today, right? Tier C?”
Wind Sword asked, and Ha Yun-ho calmly faced the truth.
“No, it was D. Lower Platinum.”
“Ugh.”
Wind Sword and Alpaca swallowed simultaneously.
The bad karma had arrived.
There was no helping it.
Wind Sword and Alpaca had been totally shredded by the enemy Jungle in today’s game, and now they were told that Jungler was D-rank.
They’d improve with practice, sure, but still—no matter how new to the position they were, losing to a D-rank and getting outplayed was rough.
“It seems Alpaca did better, since he played Jungle in the first and last games.”
Ouch.
At Rumi’s words, Flying Knives flew at Wind Sword in a double strike and stuck.
“So what should we do?”
Ha Yun-ho asked Seo Jun for his opinion.
Not because Seo Jun was A-rank.
“You said the best thing is to place people according to Lane-by-Lane Carry Potential and put everyone in their strongest Position, right?”
“Looking at the top teams from past tournaments, that seems to be the case.”
“We’ll probably need to watch a bit longer.”
Seo Jun judged that the Mid-based system letting him move fluidly between lanes was definitely useful.
“The Scrim is tomorrow, right?”
This is what Ha Yun-ho meant.
Wins and losses didn’t matter, per se, but still—if they lost.
“Are you worried about bad karma?”
“Yes.”
Their team needed practice immediately.
And if they practiced during tomorrow’s practice games, they’d likely lose those too.
The results of practice games didn’t matter much, but the problem was that Seo Jun had already accumulated bad karma.
“Well, what does it matter. It’s just a Scrim. We lost today too.”
“Today and tomorrow will have different reactions.”
Seo Jun remembered the Chat that had been mocking him just moments before and spoke.
“It’s fine though.”
If they lost and closed the Chat—
They’d probably make Donations to mock Seo Jun, wouldn’t they?
So that’s… income generation?
The team, oblivious to Seo Jun’s calculations, steeled their resolve to do their best regardless—it was still a Scrim after all.
“Good.”
“Then Wind Sword, let’s have you as Top for now.”
“Everyone, fighting tomorrow!”
The next day.
Seo Jun’s team’s opponent was decided.
It was Dokkaebi’s team—whose Jungle was A-rank.

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