Volume 4 Chapter 83 The Enchanting Dancer
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Korukona’s weapon—crafted just for her—was finally complete.
When we got the news, we headed straight to Beckus’s forge, tucked away in the back of the Love Hotel’s motel wing.
The wide, concrete-floored room buzzed with heat from the furnace, and the air was thick with the scent of iron and oil.
Lined up neatly in front of Beckus were several finished weapons, each shimmering under the workshop’s light.
”This is… my weapon…!” Korukona whispered, breath catching as she stepped forward.
Before her lay a collection of circular blades, each one gleaming with an eerie, magical glow. Their unique shape made them stand out—rounded, sleek, and dangerously beautiful.
A chakram. A ring-shaped throwing blade. Also known as a shuriken.
Thin, light, and sharpened along the outer edge, the weapon came in multiple sizes.
Smaller ones could spin between fingers and fly through the air, while larger rings could be wielded up close—versatile enough for both ranged and melee combat.
”You can toss it, or swing it like a blade—depends on how you want to fight,” Beckus said, arms folded across his chest, clearly proud of the work.
I nodded silently. It was a weapon that could shift with its user’s needs—perfect for someone like her.
”And you can link them, like this.”
With practiced fingers, Beckus picked up a fine, nearly invisible wire and connected it to one of the chakrams, giving it a light tug.
For someone like Korukona, with her nimble hands and acrobatic speed, this wire system opened up endless possibilities—midair throws, retrieval, rapid-fire attacks, even fluid aerial movements.
Each ring could carry multiple wires, built to match the magical metal’s nature.
If one was lost, she could swap it out without hesitation. Her attack wouldn’t need to pause.
”But just so you know, these are considered consumables,” Nokiroul added, his voice calm. “The magic circuit’s basic—just enough to enhance sharpness and durability.”
It made sense. Her chakrams were quick to forge compared to the intricate, high-enchanted blades used by Kéa and me.
Korukona hugged the chakram gently, pressing the cool metal against her cheek.
”Thank you… Now I can finally fight for real,” she said, her amber eyes sparkling with resolve.
* * *
We chose to test the weapon right away.
The training ground was the 3rd Floor—False Plain.
It looked peaceful at first: soft grass, scattered trees, glimmering lakes, even drifting clouds above. But it was all an illusion—nothing more than a stage created by monsters.
Veteran adventurers used this place often, but for Korukona, freshly trained on the 4th Floor, it was the perfect environment for a trial run.
Today, there was also one more test.
”Taro, um… this is kind of embarrassing,” Korukona mumbled, fidgeting as she glanced up at me.
Her cat ears twitched slightly, and her amber eyes glimmered with hesitation.
”You look amazing,” I said, smiling. “It really suits you.”
”R-Really…? Ehehe…” She blushed, her tail flicking shyly.
Though she looked bashful, the praise clearly made her happy. That innocent honesty of hers—it always caught my heart off guard.
She wore an outfit made for motion and charm—a dancer’s ensemble.
Soft, flowing fabric moved like wind around her, light yet elegant, designed to capture the eye while allowing complete freedom of movement.
Her top was a simple wrap of white cloth that crossed over her chest and tied behind her back, leaving her shoulders and much of her back bare.
A belt of gold and deep indigo sat around her waist, holding up layers of sheer, fluttering cloth that shimmered as she moved.
Through the gaps, her strong brown legs and firm stomach occasionally peeked through.
On her feet, she wore crafted sandals—light, beautiful, and silent.
Tiny metal anklets jingled softly with every step she took.
Hidden within the folds of her waist cloth were small chakrams—nestled carefully like a dancer’s secret weapons.
She was stunning. A warrior disguised as a performer.
To be honest, ever since I learned her fighting style centered around chakrams, I had imagined this look—this exact outfit.
Her sun-kissed skin, her supple movements, the fluidity of her strikes—it all fit too perfectly.
The attire, the weapon, the girl—they amplified each other’s charm.
If she fought like this, people would never forget her.
She might even earn a nickname on the battlefield—something like the Black Cat Dance Lancer.
And now, her debut begins.
The first enemy appeared: a Blur Bunny.
It looked soft and harmless, but it was anything but.
This creature could split into dozens of mirror images using illusion magic—a classic threat on this floor.
”Here I come, Taro!” Korukona called, her voice clear.
”Stay calm. Focus your aim,” I replied.
”Got it!”
She sank into a stance and flicked her wrist. A chakram flew, spinning through the air with a high-pitched hum.
It struck one of the illusions, which dissolved into mist.
Without pause, she threw another. The real Blur Bunny dodged—but the chakram curved midair, arcing behind the creature and striking from the blind spot.
A sharp sound split the air. The creature cried out and fell.
Her movements were smooth and rhythmic.
The dancer’s outfit twirled around her as she fought, each step graceful, every strike deliberate.
Throw. Run. Block. Jump. Twist. Cut.
She moved like flowing water—never stopping, never hesitating.
She slipped behind enemies, struck from their sides, and controlled the battlefield like it was her own stage.
And above all—her control over the chakram was flawless.
With a flick of her wrist, the wire-attached blade curved through the air and came right back.
She caught it mid-run, not even looking.
”Amazing…” Yomi murmured nearby.
I nodded. Her handling was perfect. Like she had been born with these weapons in her hands.
Yes, this weapon—this style—was made for her.
”It’s strange… it fits so perfectly in my hand,” Korukona whispered, gazing down at the chakram in her palm.
She had never used one before. And yet, she handled it like it was second nature—graceful, fierce, and beautiful.
A minor weapon, easily overlooked.
If we hadn’t stumbled upon it thanks to the Love Hotel’s features, she might never have found it.
But I did. I made the connection. And now, she shines brighter than ever.
That simple truth filled me with quiet joy.
* * *
Night.
The time had come—for training of a different kind.
”Meow, why do I have to wear this…!?” Korukona cried, eyes shimmering with tears.
Her amber gaze wavered as her cat ears twitched with unease. The problem lay in her outfit. It was the same dancer costume she wore earlier… but this time, the chest wrap and shorts were missing. All that remained was a thin cloth, draped like an apron across her front—barely enough to hide her most private places.
The fabric swayed with every small breeze, as if threatening to reveal what lay underneath. Against her rich brown skin, her pale tan lines shone softly in the room’s light, drawing the eye without mercy.
”Well then… why don’t you give us a dance?” I said with a sly grin, tapping the BGM on the Love Hotel’s system.
”Uuugh, if I move, everything will show!” Korukona protested, her tail curling tight with anxiety.
”A dancer’s job is to dance,” I replied, raising my brows. “You can’t back out now. Be proud.”
”It’s Master’s request, after all,” Lifia added gently.
”Do your best!” Tifi chimed in.
”Straighten your back!” Kéa encouraged.
”Just give up already,” Yomi said with a shrug.
”Auuu…” Korukona let out a whimper, then took a breath—and began.
Her steps were stiff at first. She moved with hesitation, her eyes darting around nervously. Her cat ears flicked at every beat, full of tension. But as the rhythm seeped into her body, her movements gradually began to flow.
She bounced, spun, and stepped in time with the music. Her white cloth fluttered against her brown skin, each sway a careful tease. Despite the absurd outfit, her dance was nothing short of beautiful—graceful, light, and full of life.
Her full chest swayed with every turn. The cloth danced with her, revealing just enough to stir the imagination… but never quite enough to see. Her pink tips and smooth curves peeked through the veil of movement—but always stayed hidden at the last moment.
”Taro, your stare is a little… intense,” she muttered mid-spin, still dancing.
I couldn’t look away, even if I tried.
”If you’re going to look that hard, just say so,” Yomi said with a sigh, clearly exasperated.
But Korukona didn’t stop. Of course, she couldn’t go against me… and yet, even if she wanted to reveal everything, she never did. That would ruin it.
”No… this is better. Stare… that’s the true romance,” I said, shaking my head.
”Yeah, yeah,” Yomi replied, rolling her eyes. Lifia and Tifi smiled at each other, while Kéa bounced on her toes, itching to dance too.
Korukona’s steps grew more lively. The fluttering cloth played tricks on my eyes—like it might slip, but never did.
Now… this time for sure──
Still nothing.
Even though it should’ve shown something, it didn’t. There was no way that was just coincidence.
”I’m not letting you see, you naughty Taro!” Korukona teased, sticking out her tongue with a mischievous grin.
So it really was on purpose. She’d been controlling her movements that precisely the whole time.
”As expected of you…” I whispered.
”Then how about this?” she said, flicking the menu. The tempo of the music suddenly jumped.
”Eh—w-wait!? It’s way faster now!” she cried, her feet moving faster to keep up.
Yet still, the thin cloth moved with perfect timing—never slipping, never revealing. Almost like a magic trick, her dance kept her covered even as she pushed harder, spun faster, and leapt higher.
And finally, she landed her finishing pose. A sharp motion, full of confidence.
”How was that?” she said, chest out.
”I give up. I lost completely,” I admitted.
”Hehe, too bad for you!” she giggled.
But in her moment of triumph… she didn’t notice.
The thin cloth clung tightly to her skin, soaked through with sweat. Her pink tips were now outlined clearly beneath it, barely hidden. A faint line traced down her waist, drawing attention rather than hiding it.
In that moment, she was more tempting than if she had worn nothing at all.
* * *
And so, even as we continued to explore the dungeon, Korukona’s growth didn’t stop.
By day, she trained with weapons, sharpened her movement, and honed her battle skills.
By night, she trained in dance… and charm.
Her progress was stunning.
That day, we were fighting through the 5th Floor.
Korukona now stood firmly even against its monsters.
With her chakram in hand and her dancer’s outfit spinning through the air, she looked like a warrior in a festival dance—deadly, and dazzling.
Then, it happened.
A sudden alert rang in my ears.
It was the signal from the Love Hotel’s menu—the indoor call system.
The caller was Lifia.
She should have been with Tifi at the adventurers’ guild.
Lately, Tifi had started working there in the free city of Latipak, and Lifia had been guarding her.
Did something happen?
I opened the menu and answered.
”What’s wrong?”
Lifia’s voice came through clearly, calm and cold.
”Master, we’ve been attacked.”
The shadows hiding in the lively streets of Latipak had finally made their move.
It looked like our peaceful days… were over.
Notes:
• Korukona – A cat-eared girl with amber eyes. She is brave but vulnerable, showing honesty and gratitude. Taro rescues her from the pirate and plans to send her to her village.
• Latipak – A small independent state centered around its port town. Located in a strategic trade hub, it maintains neutrality despite being surrounded by large nations and Demon Race territories. It is a bustling city where humans, elves, dwarfs, and Demon Race people coexist. Known for its vibrant streets, diverse languages, and lively atmosphere.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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