Jake woke up in a dark capsule.
Its lid imdiately opened upon sensing him blinking.
The scene of the theater parted like a curtain before him. The lights montarily stunned Jake, and then he looked up at the people cheering at him.
"That was aweso, Joker!"
"That eight-arrow release was epic!"
"You defeated two favorites alone!"
Various people cheered at him in broken English. Most, if not everyone, were hyped about his battles and performance, wishing him a good career in the esports scene.
Although Jake accepted all complints and waved back at the crowd, he focused more on searching redith's capsule.
She lay still in her capsule, staring at the crowd absentmindedly.
It seed there was much going on through her mind, so much that she hadn't raised her upper body and just comfortably nested herself in her capsule.
She quickly put on her confident expression and peeked out of her capsule. After waving at the crowd, redith noticed Jake gazing at her.
She looked away and hopped out of her nest.
redith did a curtsy to the crowd before leaving the scene.
Jake quickly followed her example. He bowed like in The Seventh Division's Tournant and ran after the woman he'd confessed to.
It was quite disrespectful to his teammates, as the tournant was still ongoing.
Jake, however, believed that they'd understand him.
Running through a corridor, Jake was about to call out redith.
Alas, she entered the female toilet.
It was a sacred place no man could enter!
A staff mber was also present to watch for anything indecent. She curtly eyed Jake before shifting her stare from him.
Jake leaned onto the wall.
He crossed his arms.
'This is terrible… I must have killed her goodwill toward with this one sentence! I shouldn't have ntioned her tits at all…' Jake berated himself.
In his defense, he was a young man. He never had a girlfriend before, and hormones couldn't have played tricks on his mind until he opened his head toward other things than his archery.
He was no longer teetered to his obsession, though it still would be an important part of him.
Jake stared ahead, waiting for redith to co out.
It was his only chance to nd his mistake.
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redith stood before the window and a sink. Her head was low, seemingly absorbed in the water pouring from the faucet.
She didn't look happy.
And it wasn't because of the loss, but because of the man who had defeated her.
'I thought he would be different… but n are n,' redith thought. It wasn't the first ti Jake's attention had been stolen by her chest.
redith wasn't a naive maiden, either. She understood that n were drawn to womanly features and didn't make a fuss whenever soone would lower their eyes, provided the other people didn't step over boundaries.
When Jake's gaze had been seemingly wedged in her cleavage, she had lifted her finger up and set him up. She brought the conversation back to its tracks and saw more of him.
She could see that he was different yet similar to her. Whenever she spoke about her love for history and lost herself in the past, she could feel Jake listening to her.
He was with her in this obsession!
This single detail drew her closer to him.
She felt like they could be friends or even more.
He also absorbed her into his world.
Had it not been for that, redith wouldn't have used Yamata No Orochi so fast. Her excuse was that she couldn't spend more ti on Jake because of The Witch and Rolling Thunder fighting in the vicinity, but the truth was that she wanted to see more of his obsession.
'He didn't… say anything wrong,' redith told herself. Discover stories with m,v l'e-
It was another excuse.
Yet, it didn't really do its magic.
redith's complex was her chest.
It shaped her into a woman she was never ant to be, as ever since middle school, girls would be jealous of her, and boys would treat her as nothing but a girl with a huge chest.
At first, she tried to show her true self, to no avail. Everyone called her fake.
In later months, she turned distant and unapproachable.
Her developnt didn't stop as redith ca to terms with her fate. At that point, she was assertive and detached from the world around her, with a little window open for anyone to enter her world.
Her obsession with history was another weakness, but even that was too much for others to handle.
Nonetheless, redith was at the point where she would stop anyone from bothering her with a simple stare. Her glare was also sothing else. She was far from a woman who would get swayed by others and their opinion about her.
She comported herself with such confidence that becoming closer to her was like wanting a moon.
Knock! Knock!
"Miss redith… I'm just checking on you," a female staff mber entered the toilet only to gasp. "You're crying! Is it because of that man outside?!"
"I'm crying?" redith asked.
She raised her head and looked at herself in the window. Streaks flowed down on her cheeks.
"W-Who is outside?!" redith asked in a hurry.
When she learned about a black-haired man with green eyes, redith instinctively opened her purse and took out a little make-up bag.
She fixed everything, including her red eyes.
She inhaled deeply before leaving the toilet.
She went past the worried staff mber. "Thank you for your concerns."
Outside, the situation had significantly changed.
It wasn't just Jake waiting for her, but also Triple M. These two didn't say even a word, but there was a palpable tension between them. If these two looked into each other's eyes, a lightning streak surely would pop off between them!
redith remained indifferent. She stared at them like she usually would.
Inwardly, however, her voice was loud. 'I want to go ho!'
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