Hobbyist VTuber

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Here is the direct English translation:

Unexpectedly acquired new body, new life, new name, new… family.

In the process of gradually getting used to all the newness, the aspect I was most concerned about was my health.

I knew I had become a completely different person from my past life, but just in case.

Whether in the future as a model, an actor, or a vtuber, if my health is poor, it would all be meaningless fantasies.

If someone were to ask why a mere 6-year-old is worrying about health, I wouldn’t really know how to respond.

Anyway, not wanting to experience the same situation as in my past life again, I prioritized visiting a general hospital over the local kindergarten.

Just to be safe, I insisted on going through even minor tests that I wouldn’t normally need.

“Um, Doctor, am I okay?”

“Well….”

However, I felt my heart race at the doctor’s hesitance.

My mother, standing right next to me, also froze.

Feeling my mouth go dry by the second, I waited for the doctor’s lips to open again.

Then, not long after, the story continued from the slowly opening mouth.

“Other than having slightly poor eyesight, you’re perfectly fine. It’s a waste of the examination fee.”

The absurdity of a 6-year-old’s situation was enough to make me decide on a premature escape.

A deep sigh, one hard to believe coming from a child, escaped my lips.

The doctor’s smiling face, having thoroughly tricked me, seemed incredibly annoying.

Anyway, I was relieved to hear there wasn’t an unpronounceable incurable disease, but since I wasn’t particularly resistant to this kind of trick, it was hard to keep my expression in check.

“Take care.”

“…Goodbye.”

While doing the typical bowing with a cute demeanor, I even prayed to the gods, whose names I only knew, to never meet that playful doctor again.

Though his mischievous nature was one thing, the situation must never arise where I’d have to meet a hospital doctor again.

Whether it was because of that, starting from that day, I dedicated several hours a day to exercise for health management.

In fact, when I say exercise, it was limited to jumping rope or playing with a children’s hula hoop at most. It was better than not doing anything, though.

I disregarded my father’s jokes about how exercising at this age would stunt my growth.

Still, whenever I played catch with him, it became apparent he was indeed a good father.

Even if he teased me with a chuckle each time he dropped the ball, he was nowhere near the level of the people from my past life.

Thus, as time passed, I began to feel healthier little by little.

‘…What should I name myself?’

I started to think about various settings and broadcast content needed to live as a vtuber in the future.

After all, a vtuber is a type of entertainer.

To succeed as an entertainer, one must differentiate themselves, be unique, and also not miss out on their own quirky charm.

There were ways to directly imitate vtubers from my memories, but I planned to keep that as reference only.

If you think about it, the very concept of a vtuber is an embodiment of uniqueness, so it’d be better to stand out with my distinct characteristics.

The best way to showcase one’s personality as a vtuber is, of course, through voice.

The visual aspect of a virtual avatar is important too, but that falls under the avatar creator’s domain, not mine.

“Ribbit ribbit, the frog sings…!”

“Alright, that’s enough. My score is 8 out of 10.”

“Eh? Why…?”

“7 points seem too few, and 9 seems too many.”

‘…What is this?’

There were several times my heart was nearly crushed by my father’s incomprehensible grading criteria, but at least I didn’t hear him say I was tone-deaf, so I consoled myself and continued vocal training.

Truthfully, I wanted to practice singing or vocal exercises secretly from my parents.

However, I quickly realized that it wasn’t easy for a kid my age to hide from their parent’s gaze, so I gave up on that.

Though when I think about it, to others, it would just look like regular singing practice and nothing more.

I thought that even getting playful feedback from my father would help me a bit.

“Baby shark, doo doo doo doo doo!”

“Hm, I haven’t heard that song. Whose song is it?”

“Ah, um… that’s my original song.”

“Ah, the song of Lee Ha-eun living right in front of me. I see. You have a talent for composing.”

I continued to undergo song tests in front of the judge whose indifferent face made it hard to tell if he was serious or joking.

Thanks to that, I managed to get a great score of 96 at a karaoke for a trial run.

The song was a famous nursery rhyme called “Delicious Cotton Candy.”

Time flowed on, and I focused on vocal training until real flowers began to bloom, not just snowflakes.

I knew what others would think of a kid choosing a song lyric book instead of dolls and pretending to be a singer instead of playing house.

There was definitely some level of calculation behind it.

If a quiet child suddenly declared they wanted to be a vtuber, it wouldn’t be very convincing.

It was better to be a child who loved performing and singing from a young age.

Thus, I could understand why my future aspirations could be misinterpreted as wanting to be a singer or entertainer.

Thanks to several minor exercises I did every single day, I barely ran out of breath while singing.

People often misunderstood me as someone born to be on stage, which wasn’t entirely strange.

However, despite that…

“Hey, our daughter, do you want to try throwing the first pitch?”

I never expected a suggestion that would factor in witnessing a dramatic increase in the audience for the catch game, almost 2,000 times.

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“Our Ha-eun will be a star.”

“Thinking of turning a kid who hasn’t even started elementary school into a star…. No, I’m just joking. Just kidding.”

The moment the gaze turned fierce, Ha-eun’s father, Lee Sung-yun, hurriedly withdrew his previous statement.

Even if it was a joke, there are jokes that one can make and jokes that they shouldn’t.

Afterward, once Lee Sung-yun clearly declared that he cherished Ha-eun more than anyone, the conversation with Ha-eun’s mother, Song Na-yeon, continued.

“I believe that for Ha-eun’s future, she should have as many diverse experiences as possible.”

Though they couldn’t foresee exactly what profession their daughter would take in the future.

They felt it was their duty as parents to do their best to broaden her options.

There was an unspoken resolve in Na-yeon’s voice that almost seemed to convey a sense of determination, which made Sung-yun tilt his head slightly, thinking, “Is it really that serious?”

But then again, most loving mothers would naturally have such fervent feelings, so he let it slide for now.

The conversation took a turn that could no longer be brushed aside right after that.

“Isn’t our Ha-eun pretty?”

“Yeah, she’s pretty.”

“Even objectively?”

“Well, there’s nothing about her appearance that I could really say is unattractive.”

Up until then, I thought it was just the usual lovey-dovey talk.

However, exactly three seconds later, the following conversation unfolded.

“The kid who was originally supposed to throw the first pitch caught a stomach bug?”

“Yeah. Seems like they’re unable to throw it. So they’re desperately looking for a substitute.”

After starting the conversation about a friend of Na-yeon who worked in professional baseball,

I discovered to my surprise that they had already made significant progress in securing a substitute.

“Is it that easy to decide who will throw the first pitch?”

“Well, apparently, once they saw Ha-eun’s photo, they nodded right away.”

‘What a chaotic operation.’

With Ha-eun standing on the grand stage of throwing the first pitch, I could only ponder whether it would be good for her or bad.

Neither agreeing nor opposing felt safe in this situation.

In some ways, throwing the first pitch is a unique experience not everyone can have.

It’s an event that lasts no longer than 5 minutes.

“You haven’t thrown catch with me in quite a while. If our Ha-eun throws the first pitch, won’t everyone notice her pretty face and her talent that isn’t typical for a child?”

As Na-yeon mentioned, Ha-eun’s throwing ability certainly exceeded that of her peers.

This was possible because she had consistently and systematically engaged in various exercises more than her peers.

The real question was whether Ha-eun could withstand the pressure from the gazes of countless spectators.

Even Sung-yun, who usually kept a distance from seriousness, couldn’t confidently assert that would be easy.

“Hey, our daughter, do you want to try throwing the first pitch?”

So, I explicitly asked Ha-eun.

To my surprise, she distantly replied that she was willing to try.

[Speed: 42 km/h. That was a very clean fastball. It was textbook pitching.]

[Her expression is on par with most adults. It’s quite charismatic.]

Hearing the commentators praising Ha-eun’s tidy pitching form through the huge speakers in the baseball stadium, I felt relieved.

There was a bit of pride in how well she managed the first pitch.

“Our Ha-eun is amazing!!”

As expected, Na-yeon cheered enthusiastically for Ha-eun, who had just completed her pitch.

While I felt slightly embarrassed at her attitude, which didn’t care at all about the surrounding gaze, it also wasn’t something I could stop.

Click.

At some point, I began snapping photos with Na-yeon’s digital camera, which she had in her possession, alternating between Ha-eun and Na-yeon.

In any case, today would surely be a memorable day.

Yet, ultimately, that day would be remembered for a different reason than Sung-yun had anticipated.

The reason being…

“I’m Director Kang Eun-tae. I’d like to shoot a commercial for a children’s nutritional supplement featuring Ha-eun—”

The snowball effect from the first pitch began rolling unexpectedly in an unforeseen direction.

Right in front of the family who was just about to return home, the man named Kang Eun-tae appeared, and question marks gradually flickered in Sung-yun’s eyes.