One Kick Girl — Chapter 79: "Kick the Beat — Rhythm Breaker Awakens"
Raon POV — pure chaos, instinct, and a soundtrack of violence
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1. Inside the Vinyl Vortex
Imagine being swallowed by a hurricane made of bass.
Every blink was a new strobe light.
Every breath tasted like nightclub fog.
Every heartbeat synced to a BPM that violated human rights.
Raon spun in void-dark sound, surrounded by swirling loops of Discordia Beatmare's vinyl halo.
Her hair lifted.
Her eyes shook.
Her bones hummed.
> "SURRENDER TO THE ALGORITHM!"
Discordia's voice echoed from everywhere, like she bought surround sound from Hell itself.
Raon replied with the only thing her soul knew:
"…screw you."
She kicked.
The vortex absorbed it, like punching pudding made of screaming fans.
Raon floated in neon chaos.
Shion would know what to do, she thought.
Manager Kimchi would market my funeral.
Yuno would livestream it.
Beatmare would remix it.
The sound tunnel tightened around her like a boa constrictor.
A notification popped up mid-air:
> ERROR: YOU ARE OFF-BEAT.
"Oh I'll show you off-beat—"
She charged her leg like a cannon.
The void crushed her.
Raon vanished into the sound.
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2. The Stage — Shion's Panic
I lost her.
One second she was on the stage, the next she was swallowed by musical geometry.
Discordia posed like a smug deity of Spotify.
"She thinks fists can win against rhythm."
I tapped my headset.
"To clarify, she uses feet—"
A spectral vinyl whipped past and almost removed my eyebrows.
I recalculated my life choices.
"Okay. Violence now. Talking later."
I drew my stun baton.
Maybe I could disable the speakers, break the amps, recalibrate—
Discordia gestured.
A barrier of screaming bass waves slammed into me.
I skidded ten meters backward, heels digging trenches into the LED floor.
"You don't get to interfere," Beatmare purred.
"This is content."
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3. Raon's Mind at the Edge of Beat
In the vortex, time turned into rhythm.
Kick.
Kick.
Kick.
Each strike echoed.
The loops bent around her like rubber.
Absorbing.
Smothering.
Mocking.
Raon growled.
"You're just a song!"
The vortex hit back with a drop so violent it slapped her into a wall of neon.
She tumbled, screaming.
"No no no— I just learned what a 1099 tax form is, I am not dying like this!"
Then—
A flicker.
Not a sound.
Not a beat.
Something older.
Something primal.
The memory of punching the universe in its stupid face.
The first time the sun looked at her wrong.
The moment a mountain asked for trouble.
The day she kicked Echo-3's evolving spine because it "looked kickable."
She smiled.
"…Oh. I don't fight music."
Raon's muscles relaxed.
She let the rhythm hit her.
She listened.
And deep in the core of the vortex—
She found the off-beat.
The mistake.
The glitch.
The pulse Beatmare didn't control.
The silence between notes.
The exact place where all sound falls apart.
Raon's eyes snapped open.
> RHYTHM BREAKER
∎ Mode: ACTIVE
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4. Stage — The Beat Shatters
Discordia raised both arms.
The vortex solidified into a dimensional blender.
Spectators screamed.
Drones filmed.
The Pitchfork Trio held up ring lights like they were summoning demons.
Then—
BOOM.
Violet shockwaves ruptured.
The LED floor cracked.
The amps groaned.
The vortex trembled like a balloon being stabbed.
Discordia's earbuds popped out.
"What—"
And then Raon stepped out of the darkness.
Hair wild.
Eyes glowing.
Footprints leaving scorch marks on the stage.
Every step was silent.
No drums.
No bass.
No rhythm.
Like her presence muted the world.
She spoke calmly, terrifyingly:
"I don't dance to your beat."
Raon lifted her leg.
"Music dances to mine."
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5. Kick the Beat
Beatmare roared and unleashed everything.
A tsunami of treble.
Chaos chords.
Bass grenades.
The Pitchfork Trio screamed like they saw God file a copyright strike.
Raon moved faster.
Heel arcs.
Spin kicks.
Counter-strikes that sliced sound apart like ribbon.
Every kick broke rhythm patterns.
Notes dissolved into static. Bass collapsed. Tempo fractured.
Discordia staggered.
"What ARE you?!"
Raon winked.
"Unlicensed."
Then she launched the final blow.
A roundhouse so clean, so pure, so perfectly off-beat…
…that the entire sound stage desynced from reality.
The vinyl halo shattered into dust.
The speakers shut down.
The visuals crashed.
The arena went full blackout.
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6. Aftermath
Lights flickered back minutes later.
Discordia Beatmare lay collapsed on the stage, clutching her headphones like a rosary.
The Pitchfork Trio curled in a pile, weeping softly.
Raon sat cross-legged, munching on popcorn someone surely didn't pay for.
I walked over in disbelief.
"Raon… how did you—"
She shrugged.
"Music is just sound.
Sound is just vibrations.
Vibrations are just things waiting to be kicked."
I stared at her.
"That is the stupidest and most terrifying thing I've ever heard."
Raon chewed thoughtfully.
"Yeah. It's kind of my brand."
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7. The Internet Responds
Before anyone could breathe, Manager Kimchi sprinted onto the stage waving his tablet.
"WE'RE TRENDING!
#BeatmareBroken
#KickTheBeat
#MusicHatesHer
#TheSunIsNext"
Raon froze mid-chew.
"No— no no no— do NOT summon the sun again—"
Too late.
Comments poured in like meteors.
> "THAT GIRL KICKED SOUND" "SHE IS THE BASS NOW" "DROP HER IN A BLACK HOLE AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS"
Shion covered her face.
"We are never getting insurance again."
Raon exhaled.
"…Worth it."
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END OF CHAPTER 79