1. Viral Fame, Real Problems
Two days later, Raon's face was on everything.
Billboards. Energy drink cans. Even a government PSA poster titled "Don't Kick Your Problems Away (Unless You're Certified)."
Everywhere she went, people whispered.
Kids wore fake tracksuits. Teenagers made "One Kick Challenge" videos online.
One influencer even tried to kick a watermelon and broke his leg in three places.
Raon sat in her apartment, scrolling through the chaos.
> "This… isn't what I trained for," she muttered.
Shion, sitting nearby with her tablet, didn't look up.
> "You didn't train for anything. You just kick things."
> "Still counts."
Shion swiped through graphs.
> "Your public approval rating is up 600%, but property damage complaints have tripled. We need to improve your image before the Bureau sends another fine."
> "So… less kicking?"
"No. Just better marketing. I already booked you for a live interview with DJ Bloop."
Raon blinked.
> "Who's that?"
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2. Enter DJ Bloop
The studio was loud — painfully loud.
Laser lights, spinning holograms, confetti cannons that went off every ten seconds.
On stage, a man in a glowing fishbowl helmet danced behind a turntable shaped like a shark.
Every time he moved, bubbles appeared in midair.
> "YOOOOOO METROSONIC!" he shouted. "WE GOT THE LEGEND HERSELF — ONE KICK GIIIIRL!"
Crowd: "WOOOOOO!"
Raon stepped on stage, visibly half-asleep.
> "Uh. Hi."
DJ Bloop leaned close to the mic.
> "So tell us, Raon — what's it like knowing you can end any fight in one kick?"
"...Boring."
"BORING?! The crowd's dying out here!"
"Then they should probably see a doctor."
The audience laughed awkwardly.
Shion buried her face in her hands backstage.
> "Oh no. She's doing the anti-charisma thing again."
Then, mid-interview — the lights flickered.
The music stopped.
DJ Bloop froze.
A low hum filled the studio.
Screens glitched. The bass speakers pulsed unnaturally.
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3. "The Bassline of Doom"
From the shadows, a voice boomed through every speaker.
> "Silence your noise, Bloop. True sound begins when rhythm dies."
The floor split open, and a woman rose from a platform surrounded by shattered vinyls and floating equalizer bars.
Her hair was shaped like a pair of audio waveforms, glowing pink and violet.
> "I am Discordia Beatmare — the Diva of Destruction!"
DJ Bloop screamed.
> "Oh no, not her again! She hijacked my last concert!"
Shion's voice came through Raon's earpiece.
> "Confirmed villain. Ex–Rank A sound hero, expelled for weaponizing bass drops. Threat level: 'Extremely Annoying.'"
Discordia smirked.
> "So you're the famous One Kick Girl? Pathetic. I'll remix your soul into dust!"
Raon stretched her leg.
> "Cool. I was getting bored anyway."
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4. The Sound War
Discordia snapped her fingers.
Waves of sound erupted — glowing, physical, destructive.
Speakers morphed into sonic cannons.
DJ Bloop ran screaming into the crowd.
Shion yelled through comms:
> "Raon! Her frequency attacks can rupture internal organs! Avoid direct contact!"
Raon casually sidestepped a blast that demolished the stage.
> "Yeah, sure."
Discordia hovered midair, laughing maniacally.
> "You can't touch me! My beat transcends physics!"
Raon tilted her head.
> "Okay. But can it survive… rhythm kick?"
She launched herself forward.
Her leg shimmered with absurd dramatic lighting — like every anime finale crammed into one motion.
BOOOOOOM.
The entire studio imploded, then reassembled itself from the sheer force of irony.
When the dust cleared, Discordia was embedded in a giant speaker, twitching.
Raon exhaled.
> "One kick. Again."
Shion arrived on-site seconds later, scanning debris with her tablet.
> "You destroyed a government-sponsored broadcast studio."
"She started it."
"You always say that."
Raon shrugged.
> "Because it's always true."
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5. The Aftermath
By morning, the footage had gone viral again.
"ONE KICK GIRL VS DISCORDIA BEATMARE (BASS DROP EDIT)" hit 200 million views in three hours.
Memes spread like wildfire.
People started calling Raon 'The Ramen Reaper' because she went for noodles right after the fight.
At a café, Raon scrolled through her phone while slurping ramen.
> "I didn't even order this nickname," she muttered.
"It's good branding," Shion replied. "I'm putting it on your next merch drop."
Raon looked up.
> "Do I get royalties?"
"No. You get noodles."
Raon nodded.
> "Acceptable."
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6. Bureau Debrief
At the Bureau tower, chaos reigned.
The Bureau Chief shouted,
> "She defeated another top-tier villain off the record! We can't keep up with her paperwork!"
His assistant added,
> "Also, DJ Bloop's insurance company is suing us again."
The Chief groaned.
> "Fine! Promote her to Rank B just to keep the headlines positive!"
He turned to a monitor showing Raon eating ramen live on stream.
> "And someone… please get that girl a sponsor before she kicks the entire city into bankruptcy."
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7. The Sound After the Storm
That night, Raon stood on her apartment balcony, watching the neon sky.
Shion joined her, sipping coffee.
> "Another day, another viral explosion."
"I didn't even mean to go viral."
"You never do."
A silence settled between them — oddly peaceful.
Then Raon's phone buzzed.
A message popped up:
> [Unknown Sender]
"Enjoy your fame while it lasts, One Kick Girl. Soon, your strength will meet its echo."
Shion frowned.
> "A threat?"
"Nah," Raon said, pocketing the phone. "Probably a fan."
She yawned.
> "Let me know if the city explodes again. I'll handle it after lunch."
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[End of Chapter 3 — "Beatmare Rising"]
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✅ Summary:
Tone: Continued parody of One Punch Man with escalating absurdity and self-awareness.
Plot beats introduced:
Raon's viral fame & media chaos.
First major villain defeat: Discordia Beatmare.
Hints of a larger organization watching her ("echo" message).
Raon promoted to Rank B.
Shion's "manager" role expanded (merch, branding, PR).