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Finally, the time for my debut has come.
As for my current physical condition… I stayed up all night, but I don’t really feel tired, if that makes sense.
From early morning to noon, I worked like crazy on cover songs with Smire Maman, and after that, I also drew illustrations to be inserted into the cover songs with the Dongbu, so I’m not in a normal state.
But since dopamine is rushing through me, I don’t feel particularly bad.
By the way, I feel sorry for Maman… despite calling her out of nowhere in the middle of the night, she helped without a single complaint, working for free.
I’ve been indebted to her since our first meeting, so my conscience is really pricking me.
Should I give her a gift later?
Anyway, I turned on the broadcast, receiving the support of my Dongbu members and classmates who worked hard since the morning.
Then, the lights in the Toichi broadcasting studio came on.
The broadcast screen hasn’t been sent out yet, but the chat window was already active.
After Azusa’s broadcast ended, I moved over, and the waiting number was already 30,000.
Am I burdened by them?
“No.”
If it were yesterday, I would have been quite nervous. I would probably have been trembling, saying something like, “Am I really replacing Haruka?” and whining.
But today, it wasn’t like that.
Then, am I scared?
“……”
Honestly, I was scared in other ways, but what truly scared me was Haruka not being able to sing.
I can’t understand why she sang again in such a condition. However, since a large part of her outburst was due to my involvement, it’s something I must stop.
“Hoo.”
I took a deep breath.
It was exactly the time.
I started the broadcast without hesitation.
Ding-
With the sound effect, a cute illustration-decorated background appeared, and blonde KOTORI showed up.
She looked at the camera with dead eyes, staring straight ahead.
The viewers seemed to be a bit flustered as they were used to the other 2nd-gen openings and didn’t expect me to suddenly appear.
…I’ll ignore the idiots in the chat who openly call me a lolicon. Now is not the time for that.
I steeled myself once again.
Today, I’m going to respond to Haruka’s provocative cover song.
To stop her outburst.
And without saying anything, I started the song. The rhythmic sound of piano keys filled the air.
It’s a Vocaloid song uploaded by a Japanese music producer who returned after two years.
The song is a neat, rhythmic piano rock genre that immediately brings to mind the cool sea and the high, clear sky of summer.
It’s a bit of a contrast to Haruka’s signature song, “Tomorrow’s Night Sky Squadron,” and completely different from her cover of “I Am the Strongest” from yesterday.
Her rough and sometimes harsh vocal style is the opposite of the clean style in this song.
At first, I recorded this song with all kinds of techniques, trying to match Haruka’s style. But after thinking it over at dawn, I changed my mind.
I sing.
I imagine walking down a street as the sun sets. The warm moments of the past no longer remain.
The Haruka I know isn’t here.
If it were the Haruka I know, she wouldn’t have made such a foolish choice.
So, I temporarily erased the Haruka I love from my heart.
Once the song ends, I’ll return to being the devoted fan I always was.
But not right now.
“-!”
The protagonist of the song declares that they can face the summer without her once again.
I can’t live without her…
But now, summer is over.
Before I knew it, the lonely autumn wind blows, and leaves start to fall.
The fan who was always blindly supportive of her, the basement-dwelling otaku Canary, has momentarily closed for business.
But from now on (Henceforth).
I can rebuild my relationship with her.
Summer will come again.
“Haa-!”
The pure high note pierces the air.
There are no other tricks.
No building emotion through various vocal techniques, no vibrato quirks, and no cozy screeching shouts.
But the honest high note rises purely and clearly, resonating in the air.
I hope Haruka realizes this when she hears this song.
In Belus, she now has companions who can share her heavy burdens.
Whether I’ve shed my basement-dwelling otaku persona or started a challenge to counter Haruka’s song.
Anyway, my debut broadcast is going smoothly.
No, since I suddenly sang so confidently, maybe this is the real start of my debut broadcast?
“Haa… Haa…”
I regulated my heavy breathing and checked the time.
It felt like at least 10 minutes had passed while I was singing. But the time on the monitor showed that it was only 8:05 PM.
What? Only 5 minutes have passed?
…I had no plans left for the broadcast after singing that.
I realized that I had been so caught up in the impulse to sing that I didn’t think about what would happen next.
But the viewers who came to my debut broadcast didn’t care about my frustration, and the chat window was going crazy with messages.
“……”
Before I knew it, the viewers had crossed 30,000 and were heading toward 40,000.
What do I do with all these viewers now?
While my lost gaze wandered, I noticed a notification from Discord.
2nd-gen manager Ari! – [KOTORI]
[Calm down]
[Say hi first]
[Then go with what the Dongbu prepared]
[Should I play that background music I sent earlier?]
“Ah…”
I didn’t even say hi?
I quickly opened my mouth in panic.
“Ah, hello! I’m KOTORI, a 2nd-gen member of Velus, and the… the… genius scientist of Timeless!”
“Don’t tease me!”
When I was an otaku, if a VTuber made a mistake, they would tease them to the point of no return, and now I’m the one being teased, which is dizzying. Plus, since my facial expression must have recognized my blushing cheeks, KOTORI’s face started to turn red.
This is like getting caught while pooping in school and being teased by the bullies…!
“Anyway, I’m a genius! Now let’s move on to the next content!”
I ignored the fast-moving chat window and quickly reduced my avatar’s size.
My already tiny avatar shrank further, and I was naturally placed in the corner of the screen.
…Is it too small?
I tilted my head, feeling a strange sense of alienation compared to other VTubers, then resized it slightly. I started playing the royalty-free background music that Ari had sent and displayed the prepared content by the Dongbu.
Then, a cute design filled the screen, and a page with my personal information appeared.
The chat window immediately started spamming my personal details.
“Ahhh! Don’t read that!”
Why do they start reading the info before the broadcast owner does? What kind of culture is this?
The spirit of this country’s politeness seems to have long vanished…
I sighed and quickly hid the screen.
Of course, the chat went wild, demanding to see it.
I helplessly opened it again while fighting my rising panic.
“Please wait! Just wait!”
“Gotcha!”
I quickly cut off their ridiculous comments by combining the techniques I learned from being an experienced otaku gallery member. The chat went quiet all of a sudden.
I looked at the now-calming chat window with a satisfied smile.
Thanks to Ari, I managed to find something to fill the time, and as my wandering mind came back, I felt a sense of calm.
…This is just like managing a gallery, right?
I gained a little confidence.
Plus, maybe because I’ve been awake for so long, my head is a bit hazy… but this doesn’t feel bad at all.
It’s like I’ve taken some kind of doping—
“Gotcha!”
In a blend of rapid-fire chatter, I cleverly cut off the absurd chat using the know-how I gained from being a veteran in the current BertaKu gallery.
Then, perhaps due to my incredible situational awareness, the chat room suddenly went quiet.
I smiled contentedly as I watched the chat return to normal.
Thanks to Ari, I was able to pass the time, and once my wandering thoughts returned, I felt surprisingly at ease.
…This is kind of like managing a gallery, isn’t it?
A little confidence started to build up.
Moreover, maybe because I’ve been awake for a long time, my mind felt foggy… but strangely, I wasn’t bothered by it.
It felt like I took some sort of undetectable stimulant.
“My height is 139. Due to exposure to drugs, I became a beastman, and my growth stopped. But, I got wings from it, so I guess it’s a win?”
“There are times when it’s uncomfortable because I’m small, but since I joined Bellus, my colleagues help me out, so I’m doing fine.”
Among colleagues, Tete is a big deal.
It would be great if we could all just be close… but since I’m already taken, that’s not possible. I need to keep the vibe as casual as possible.
Why?
Well, it’s annoying when troublemakers post stuff like “bullying rumors.jpg” and try to invade, but that’s not the important part.
The important thing is that BertaKus like it. It’s just another regular WWE event.
If the Arctic Bear fandom knew, they’d probably be in for a rough time… and I include myself in that too.
“My age… I don’t really know since my background has been tough. But I remember my comrades celebrated my 20th birthday, so I guess I’m legal now? And, we didn’t celebrate birthdays much, so we just skipped it and celebrated together on Christmas. So, my birthday is December 25th.”
“Recent ones? All my comrades were women. But anyway, don’t be sad… I’ve made good friends now!”
I manipulated my facial expression to make my eyes sparkle.
As a result, a star appeared in my otherwise dull red eyes.
Even I, as a mama, think it turned out cute.
The chat room flooded with “Kyaa!”—this made me feel quite pleased, almost like I was being petted.
“My MBTI? I haven’t done it, so we’ll do it later. Let’s move on to the next topic!”
I dragged out a childish, awkward voice, and once again, the chat exploded, but I ignored it. Half of that was probably the insane fanatics from the gallery. There’s no other way to deal with that.
…But why are there 40,000 viewers? Did I see that right?
“My oshimark is a yellow bird and a syringe. The yellow bird is obvious, right? The syringe is something I carry with me after my drug exposure to detox quickly. And for tags, just use my name in English, followed by ‘art’ or ‘clip’ to upload fanart or clips!”
What I just said was for the rainbow community using Twitter.
In South Korea, Twitter’s reputation is… let’s say, not the best. Honestly, it’s a fair perception.
But for communication between V-Tubers and their fans, it’s essential, so fans need to know this.
If I were an Oshi, I’d add yellow bird or syringe emojis in my profile and use the tags to post fanart or clips. You could also post streaming reviews.
Of course, I’m not controlling who posts without those tags. It’s just a tool to help feel a sense of belonging.
Since sense of belonging has always been a strong driving force in human group activities.
“Next is Mama. As you all know, me, Kotori! Though I’m still unknown for now, won’t I become an amazing mama someday?”
I’ll be in charge of illustrating Haruka’s original songs, so of course, I’ll be a great mama.
As for Papa, I just used a talented rigger contracted with Bellus. But since he’s a man, there’s not much to say. I just passed it off with a compliment.
“God gave me the talent for singing and drawing. And quantum… what’s it called? Anyway, I can ride a time machine, and I’m pretty good with drugs, so I’m a genius, right?!”
“…”
I felt a bit upset.
Why does it feel like everyone in the chat room has no soul, even though they’re just typing?
I’m not doing this to get petted by BertaKus, but… hmm, wait, didn’t I say I felt satisfied with the attention earlier?
Anyway, that was a lie, and now that I’m being ignored so openly, it’s kind of hurting my pride.
I puffed my lips and continued in a gruff voice.
“…What I like and what I dislike.”
Haruka’s illustration filled the screen.
Then, the chat room was filled with “?” as people started collecting hooks.
Well, so what?
No one else knows, but even though I threw a challenge to Haruka, I still love her.
Love, after all, gets stronger through arguments…!
“My favorite person… I mean, the person I like is… H-haruka… Ah, I’m so embarrassed!”
I ended up covering my face with my hands and kicking my legs.
Confessing to someone else for the first time…
Haruka’s probably watching, right?
I hope she knows how I feel.
When I tried to replace her, I wasn’t trying to make her angry, I was just worried about her.
I rushed into judgment and made things a bit awkward, but my concern for her is sincere.
Anyway, now that I’m thinking she’s watching, my heart is pounding and my face is heating up, making me feel suddenly so hot.
So, I continued the broadcast, still half-hiding my face with my hands.
“I don’t like lolitas. It’s disgusting.”
I truly hated it.
I mean, how could someone see a little girl as a romantic interest?
That’s not even human—it’s just like an animal.
Especially the guys who infest that gallery with their collective insanity—they deserve to be torn apart.
As the deep-seated disgust surfaced, the feelings of embarrassment I had when revealing my heart disappeared, and my chest quickly cooled.
But they’ll probably like it more if I say this.
I dropped my hands and looked at the chat.
“Wow… sh*t.”
I almost let out an expletive out loud in shock. But I held back, as I couldn’t curse on my first broadcast.
But, why are people subscribing right now?
What was the point of becoming a fan?
I shook my head, trying to make sense of the strange world of insane fanatics.
“The chat room is a public space, so please… please, control yourselves… Next time, I’ll just cut all of you off. Whew—do you all know that all Bellus members’ rooms are shared ban zones?”
People need to be strictly disciplined in other members’ rooms as well.
Having fun is fine, but this kind of disturbing chat isn’t good for anyone. Not for the people chatting, and not for new viewers.
Even the broadcast owner, myself, is emotionally affected by this, so yeah, these insane fanatics are clearly the ones to watch out for.
I’ll think about how to handle them later, but for now, I’ll just move to the next page. If I deal with them one by one, I’ll never finish my debut stream.
“Next, dreams!”
Finally, the important time has arrived.
My dream as a V-Tuber.
Haruka’s dream is to sing good songs for everyone.
She has always sung songs that satisfy a lot of people, from Canary to Rainbow, so it’s something she’s already achieving in real-time.
Her peer Kohaku’s dream is to become a recognized gamer, but judging from her gaming skills, that’s a long shot.
For the second generation, Sumire Mama’s goal is to release original songs, and Hoshino’s is to hold a 3D group concert.
So, what’s my dream?
…Well, it’s actually an easy question.
“My dream is to marry Haruka… Hehehe.”
Ah, a creepy laugh slipped out.
But this is all part of my carefully laid-out plan!
Again, BertaKus go crazy over the heat generated by friction, so they’ll definitely be satisfied.
By expressing my feelings for Haruka naturally, even when I make the marriage announcement later, everyone will accept it.
…Haruka, since this is a broadcast, she won’t take it too seriously.
She’ll probably think it’s cute, or I could smooth things over after the cover song and fix any awkwardness.
Anyway, I’m just sneaking this confession in and gradually making a place in her heart, little by little… Hehehe.
However, the outcome came out a bit differently than I expected.
The chat room exploded.
Half of the chat messages are ones the chat bot filtered.
I couldn’t help but be stunned.
Wasn’t this supposed to be a cute and shy confession from a junior?
“Ah, so many Canary fans are here.”
I just realized that Haruka’s fans, the Canaries, were probably watching this debut stream as well.
Now, I finally understand their reaction.
I’m a former Canary, so I know… honestly, Canaries have a tendency to be pretty obsessive and dark.
In other words, they share my somewhat creepy personality and obsess over her.
And, as expected, the insane BertaKus fans are lining up like crazy.
But wait… shouldn’t they be the ones lining up?
I couldn’t hide the smile of a victor as I thought to myself.
“So, what are you guys going to do about it?”
I already held hands with Haruka!
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