OBS Chapter 67 Enemy
Chapter 67 Enemy
"Thank you, thank you so much everyone..."
The previous group of artists bowed and left the stage.
Today's performance was generally met with applause.
In order to fully suppress Asuka, malicious viewers were quite lenient towards every newcomer who participated in the disclosure at the same time.
As a result, when she appeared, she was met with a barrage of criticism, which was naturally a devastating blow.
Hmph, now it's time to destroy our next target!
Before the curtains were fully closed, the malice in the audience had already spread silently.
A few blurry photos and a few carefully crafted insults began to circulate.
Before Asuka's name was even announced, her scandals had already been handed to almost everyone on the street.
"This is the next one..."
"Tsk tsk, she's quite pretty, but I didn't expect her to be such a mess behind the scenes..."
"Bar hostess? Really...?"
"Look at this picture, she went into a cheap hotel with a man, didn't she?"
"Ha, I knew it, how could someone who looks like that not have a story..."
Whispers rose and fell, coalescing into a cacophony of doubts.
Even casual viewers who didn't care about these things were swayed, as if not caring about these things meant being unsociable, having poor taste, or having problematic values.
Kuroda Karihito mingled among the audience, a smug grin spreading across his face.
The stage hadn't even lit up yet, but the trial seemed to have already begun.
"Next up is..."
The announcer's voice came through the speakers.
However, this voice was too faint, almost drowned out by the pleasure people felt from standing on the moral high ground and wielding the sledgehammer.
Just then.
"Sizzle—snap!"
The stage lights suddenly began to flicker violently without warning.
The blinding white light haphazardly sliced through the dimly lit stands, eliciting a chorus of gasps.
"Fault?"
"What's going on!?"
"What's going on? The equipment is so bad?"
People are full of complaints.
But this brief period of chaos has effectively interrupted the wave of malice.
suddenly.
The announcer's originally indifferent voice suddenly rose to a high pitch, transforming into a rough roar full of dramatic tension.
"Next up is..."
"Ming, Ri, Hana, Honoka——!!!"
moment.
All the lights in the venue went out simultaneously without warning.
All the whispers, insults, and doubts in the audience were quickly suppressed by this sudden rhythm!
Only a few veterans showed signs of excitement.
"If they dare to use such an opening, and then fail to maintain their composure, they're headed for a complete collapse..."
"Tsk tsk, to see this kind of challenge on a rookie debut program, it's worth the ticket price regardless of the outcome!"
"Tomorrow's Hanahoka, right? Oh, Tomorrow's Hanahoka!"
one second.
two seconds.
We look forward to discussing this at the meeting.
then……
"Thump!"
With a resounding drumbeat, a pure white spotlight pierced the stage with unrestrained abandon.
Within the pillar of light, a figure stood.
Tomorrow, the fragrance of flower spikes will fill the air.
She stood there, her high ponytail defiant and flamboyant under the lights, her stage outfit clinging to her body, outlining a supple yet explosive figure.
The girl turned her back to the audience, leaving behind such a slender silhouette.
Under the bright light, only the captivating outline of her slightly turned cheek could be seen.
Although his expression was obscured, one could still sense a sharp and provocative aura.
Fifteen seconds.
There was no movement, no sound.
She simply stood there, as if waiting for the enemy to make the first move, like a Jedi warrior ready to counterattack.
however.
No one dared to speak in this silence, not even a malicious audience member.
Even Kuroda Karito held his breath, waiting for the girl on stage to make the first move.
"whispering sound."
Asuka let out a sneer, her voice amplified by the microphone and clearly audible throughout the arena.
Oh no, I thought I was going to be scolded from beginning to end.
A bunch of cowards.
"Thump, thump, thump..."
"Thump, thump-thump, thump-thump!"
Accompanying this blatant provocation, aggressive drumbeats began to sound, gradually increasing in intensity and quickly resounding throughout the stage.
Asuka closed her eyes, recalling days of practice, the malice of the audience, and the help from her friends...
Everything was crushed and condensed under this immense pressure, leaving only one thought burning exceptionally clearly.
Hiroshi Nakajima.
I'll help you secure this disclosure.
Tomorrow, Hanahoko will transform into a fully-fledged artist!
Kuroda Karito finally couldn't sit still any longer and took the initiative to launch an attack.
What the hell? How can a newcomer actually show such a commanding presence?
We absolutely cannot let her momentum continue to rise!
"You worthless piece of trash! Get out of here!"
A sharp sound exploded from the side.
To hurt someone, you have to attack their weakest point!
Asuka Hanazawa is probably most afraid of her scumbag father.
Yes, that's where we'll start, directly destroying her will!
The subordinates also realized what was happening and echoed each other.
"Isn't this the loser who got his hair pulled by Dad before? Hahaha!"
"That Roppongi bitch doesn't even deserve to stand here! Go back to your bar and sing your heart out!"
"A guy who was sold off by his own father doesn't even deserve to..."
A cacophony of insults, laced with vulgar malice, rose up in waves.
Asuka heard it very clearly.
But she simply turned her back to the audience.
No, they are enemies.
The people hurling insults from below the stage were undoubtedly enemies—not only their own enemies, but also those who dared to target Nakajima Hiroshi!
Damage from the enemy is to be expected.
How can we let this garbage affect us?
Hiroshi Nakajima's slightly weary eyes seemed to blend into the darkness of the stage.
Go ahead, I'll be watching you from the stage.
He said that before.
The wristband on her ankle continues to provide warmth, constantly reminding Asuka that her friends are all there, and that her Nakajima Hiro is always with her.
I understand.
Asuka, I will not let you down.
The drumbeats abruptly stopped after a powerful clapper strike!
In the beam of light, Asuka glanced sideways at the audience.
A burning light shone in his eyes.
The clear, melodious voice of a young girl resonated throughout the venue.
"After all, I paid for the ticket."
She paused, making sure each syllable was clearly identifiable.
"need……"
"Are you going to give yourself a little more time to enjoy the right to hurl insults?"
The girl's gaze swept across the audience like a blade, and she slowly turned around with a clear and intense fighting spirit, her final provocation suddenly exploding.
"You pathetic wretches—!?"
"Whoosh—!!!"
The audience erupted in cheers!
Even Kuroda Karito was taken aback by this clear and direct counterattack.
Is this giving up on oneself?
The girls who supported her were stunned and covered their mouths.
Asuka, this is going to turn into a stage accident...
However, those seasoned otaku all showed excited and admiring smiles!
Oh!
This is exactly what I wanted to see!
The newcomer broke down on stage and got into a heated argument with the audience.
Even though she knew she was being maliciously targeted, this kind of drama is always endlessly entertaining!
interesting!
So much fun!
Haha, this ticket was totally worth it, totally worth it!
Now, there's no need to even look for dirt on them.
Malicious viewers began to speak up.
"Get out!"
"Damn it, don't they even have basic service skills? Such an arrogant and rude newbie!"
"Who allowed this kind of trash to be on stage?!"
"I felt sorry for her when I heard she was beaten by her father, but now it seems she really deserved it!"
"Don't defile the stage here, you stupid woman!"
The barrage of malicious spectators erupted in succession, transforming into a series of surging sound waves.
They were indeed the enemy.
Asuka already understands it very clearly.
Which areas did the enemy occupy, and what were their true colors?
Similarly, those very few people who show excitement, tension, worry, or doubt are his potential audience.
It is a goal that I need to conquer.
Their locations were also clearly visible; these were the people he needed to target, the key individuals.
Nakajima, I completely understand your line of thinking now...
The girl stepped on the insults and curled the corners of her lips into a smile.
Then, as the malice at the scene reached its peak...
"Thump!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
A heavy drumbeat, carrying immense weight, soaring fighting spirit, and the courage to burn one's bridges.
A deep, resounding explosion!