Deep Sea Fish Hunting Specialty Broadcast

Chapter 115 : Fight League

A week after returning from Florida.

Brrrrr!! Brrrrrrrr!!!

“Huh!”

Startled by the violent vibration, Parang, who had been sleeping soundly with his head on the desk, suddenly jumped up.

Current time, 9 AM.

Parang squinted at the sunlight that was slowly filtering through the window gap.

“Ughhhh…”

While Parang was someone who would give up everything else but never compromise on a comfortable, refreshing sleep, today he had fallen asleep hunched over his desk only to be startled awake by the phone’s ringtone.

An A4 paper that had been clinging to his baby-soft, bouncy skin showing off its presence suddenly wobbled and dropped onto the desk with a plop.

< Andrea Mobilai >

S-rank

– Native of port city (Lisbon)

– Yu Parang broadcast viewer

– Smoker

– Portuguese Navy service experience

The desk was cluttered with dozens of documents containing information about crafting hunters from around the world who were connected to either the sea or Yu Parang.

Last night, Parang had fallen asleep while reviewing dozens of candidates to choose a crafting hunter who would make their equipment.

Having to compare and contrast dozens of people and reach out to contact them when necessary, the workload was no joke.

One of the concerns that had been occupying a corner of Parang’s heart lately was precisely this matter of the crafting hunter.

Finding a blacksmith who could forge weapons for warriors destined to protect Earth against mysterious divine beings wasn’t something that could be done overnight.

It wasn’t something that could be chosen carelessly, nor should it be.

Anyway, Parang looked at his phone screen with a dazed, half-asleep expression.

It was a call from Shin Yuna.

“Nnnngh…”

Among the candidates Parang had been reviewing, Yuna was naturally included. In fact, she had been quite a strong candidate.

After all, Shin Yuna was a proper S-rank crafting hunter. Moreover, she ranked among the upper echelons of S-rank hunters.

Plus, she was close with Parang. Having a thoroughly trustworthy comrade in life-or-death battles was truly precious.

However, Oceanos, Parang, and Silo’s evaluation of Yuna had stopped at “She’s good, but…”

This was because Yuna lacked something ‘specialized for the sea.’

Sure, she had waterproof sanity and could even make and operate a submarine by herself, but that didn’t affect her crafting abilities as a hunter.

Let’s look at Andrea Mobilai, who just had the honor of sticking to Parang’s cheek.

He had accumulated tremendous sea-related crafting abilities during his lifetime as a blacksmith in the port city of Lisbon.

He could be called a quintessential man of the sea, with excellent expertise in crafting ship cannons and harpoons for sailors.

Naturally, when it came to making weapons for underwater use, he showed an incomparable gap compared to Shin Yuna.

Plus, he was also a viewer of Yu Parang’s broadcast.

When comparing Yuna purely in terms of abilities with someone like that, Yuna’s shortcomings became apparent.

Anyway, Parang answered the incoming call.

She might not be a fellow warrior, but a friend was still a friend.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me! Oh my. What’s wrong with your voice? Sounds like you haven’t slept for at least four days.”

“Ah, well, there’s something. Been busy lately… yaaawn…”

“I see. I hope I’m not disturbing you with this call.”

“No, not really. It’s not a disturbance. So, what’s up?”

“Yeah. Could we meet sometime soon? I have something urgent to tell you. As soon as possible.”

Parang tilted his head.

It was the first time Yuna had called him out like this.

Well, the blacksmith issue wasn’t urgent anyway, and he was curious about what could make Yuna speak so urgently.

Above all, Parang himself needed a bit of refreshment too.

Parang gladly accepted her proposal.

“Sure. Then at lunchtime, at the cafe in front of your house… No, let’s just meet at your house.”

Parang had started to suggest meeting at a cafe as usual but decided to go to Yuna’s house instead.

It was close by, and meeting Yuna in a public place like a cafe seemed a bit risky.

Of course, he had ‘Departure’ which could deploy a sea field anywhere anytime, but there was no harm in being careful.

Given that they knew the government had become a madhouse completely consumed by monsters, this level of caution was reasonable.

Yuna was slightly surprised but soon agreed to Parang’s suggestion.

“Right. It might be better to talk while seeing it directly at my house. Then let’s meet at my place.”

“Huh? See what directly?”

“It’s a secret. Oh, and by the way.”

“Yeah?”

“You know your acquaintances? You know, that professor who broadcasted with you last time, and that person who keeps getting bigger.”

“Yeah. What about them?”

“They’re the friends you told me about before, right? Those six people who work at sea.”

‘Those six people who work at sea’ obviously referred to Oceanos, including Alice Melville.

Parang felt a bit flustered when Oceanos was suddenly brought up.

Whether aware of this or not, Yuna continued speaking through the phone.

“Would it be possible to meet all of them together?”

“Umm…”

At those words, Parang made a slightly troubled expression.

As everyone knew, Oceanos was currently scouring the world’s oceans, handling work of similar intensity to Parang’s.

Given their continued forced marches, gathering them all simultaneously in Korea was a somewhat awkward matter from Parang’s perspective.

“That might be a bit difficult. Everyone’s too busy these days.”

“Really? I really wanted to meet everyone together.”

“What exactly is this urgent matter? If it’s truly urgent and important, I could try to arrange something.”

At Parang’s words, Yuna hesitated for a moment before reluctantly revealing the whole story.

“So, what happened was…”

After hearing the situation from Yuna, Parang said:

“Let’s meet tomorrow afternoon.”

“Huh?! That soon? Isn’t that too rushed?”

“It’s fine. I’ll bring everyone to your house tomorrow afternoon.”

Immediately after finishing the call with Yuna, he sent a message to the Oceanos group chat.

Yu Parang: Tomorrow 1 PM

Yu Parang: Gather in Pohang

Yu Parang: Urgent

Elvira: What’s up

Xiao: I’m busy that day

Vertea: Tomorrow is a bit…

Yu Parang: Found a blacksmith

Vertea: Tell us more details

Xiao: Who is it

Elvira: I’ll be there

And so, at 1 PM the next day.

Parang and all members of Oceanos gathered at Yuna’s house.

Her house was an entire four-story building located 200m from Parang’s house.

In the middle of a rural village where 99% of houses had kimchi jars in their yards and raised Jindo dogs, the sudden appearance of a four-story building made for quite an peculiar sight.

Since the building had no yard or fence, the village elders didn’t even realize it was a house at first. Parang’s next-door grandfather had knocked on the door thinking it was a hospital, only to leave with an embarrassed face.

On the fourth floor of that building, Yuna’s personal workshop.

The six members of Oceanos including Parang and Shin Yuna sat around a square-shaped sofa.

With everyone’s attention focused on Yuna, she placed a large, elongated black case on the table.

“I’ll open it.”

When Yuna opened the large case, inside were four slightly different-looking rifles.

The rifles, made of white wood with dark blue highlights, were neatly arranged in a row inside the case, surrounded by a mysterious blue aura that grew stronger from left to right.

Yuna pointed to each one and explained. The first rifle emitted such a faint aura that it was barely visible unless you concentrated.

“This one on the far left was made entirely outside of water.”

The two rifles next to it had clearly visible auras in the shape of water streams that could be seen with the naked eye.

“The next one was rough-worked outside water and only final assembly was done underwater, and this one was the opposite – rough-worked underwater and final assembly done outside.”

“The one finished underwater definitely has stronger coloring.”

Diego examined the rifle carefully.

The last one was the rifle with the strongest coloring, with water streams so distinctly visible they emitted a mystical radiance, flowing around the barrel and trigger.

“Finally, this one was made entirely underwater.”

Elvira skillfully examined the rifle from various angles, scrutinizing its craftsmanship.

“This is incredible. It’s naturally far superior to mass-produced items used by civilians or government, and even compared to the highest quality items used by top hunters, this is far better.”

In front of her eyes, a window appeared showing the options granted to the rifle.

[ Rifle of Tranquility ]

[ Classification: Artifact ]

[ Grade: Divine Item ]

[ A hunting rifle containing the power of the Serene. When pulling the trigger touched by the Forging God’s hand, the user can obtain peace as calm as the sea. ]

[ Granted Options ]

[ General ]

[ Penetration: Dramatically increases the penetrating power of fired bullets. (Enhanced 35x by ‘Serene Forging Deity’ effect) ]

[ Aim Correction: Corrects bullet trajectory to increase the chance of inflicting critical wounds. (Enhanced 35x by ‘Serene Forging Deity’ effect) ]

[ More (8 options hidden) ]

[ Special ]

[ Underwater Combat Specialization: Can fire underwater. Can absorb surrounding water to use as ammunition. ]

“This is insane.”

Elvira’s assessment was quite appropriate.

As she said, Shin Yuna’s crafting ability was at an insane level.

Parang looked with fresh eyes at Yuna, who now had blue eyes like his own.

It was obvious that a hunter with this level of crafting ability and underwater compatibility couldn’t be found anywhere else in the world.

Yuna was smiling brightly, saying she wanted to custom-make and gift good equipment to Parang and his friends.

Parang pondered for a moment at that sight.

Was it right to drag someone with such a bright smile into such a terrifying fight?

Meeting someone face-to-face who was living and breathing before you was quite different from seeing an expressionless photo and a few words in documents.

But Parang soon shook his head.

To protect that very clarity and happiness that Yuna possessed, Parang had to bring her in.

Having quickly made his decision, Parang spoke to Yuna with a serious expression.

“Yuna.”

“Yes?”

“There’s something I want to tell you.”

From Parang’s mouth came words that Yuna could never have imagined.

The death of the Slayers, Silo and the World Government, and the Hunter Association.

The bizarre divine beings beneath the sea, and the massive battle to come.

The truth about the world was something he hadn’t told yet.

Though Yuna looked bewildered at Parang’s sudden revelation, she listened to her words with a serious expression.

“So, I need your help.”

Parang concluded simply and clearly.

It was like a prepared script, meant to be told to people who would become partners.

It was work that involved fighting monsters that could drive you mad just by looking at them. The government that ruled the world might try to kill you.

Giving people a choice in participating in such matters was, in a way, only natural.

Parang and Oceanos watched Yuna with tense expressions.

And Yuna, making their tension seem unnecessary, readily accepted it.

“Alright, I’ll do it.”

The answer came so quickly and lightly that Parang almost asked her if she was serious.

But Parang realized when he saw Yuna’s blue eyes.

That she was more sincere than anyone right now.

Parang reached out toward Yuna, offering a handshake.

The handshake they had shared facing each other at the dock on the day he saved Yuna flashed through Parang’s mind.

Then and now, Yuna’s hand remained unchanged.

“Looking forward to working with you.”

“Likewise.”

Oceanos, blacksmith recruitment complete.

“So, where were we?”

Breaking the touching moment, Elvira barged in.

She was in a strangely excited state.

It wasn’t unreasonable. Elvira was a firepower maniac after all.

From the start, her skills were specialized in summoning and detonating naval mines, so she lost her mind at the sight of explosions, bombs, steel, and artillery.

And Shin Yuna’s house was overflowing with bombs, artillery, and steel.

Elvira had been in an excited state from the moment she first entered Shin Yuna’s house.

“Ah, we were saying that to make custom weapons for each person, I need to see everyone’s combat style.”

So it wasn’t much of a coincidence when Elvira’s eyes flashed and she dropped an unexpected bombshell at Shin Yuna’s words.

“Seeing combat styles is simple. We don’t need to go to the Hive to beat up monsters.”

“What? Then what do we do?”

“What else?”

Elvira looked around at Oceanos and Parang with gleaming red eyes.

“Let’s have a match after so long, you punks.”

‘Ah, she’s getting worked up again.’

Parang looked at Elvira with cold eyes.