"—And that’s where I landed the strike of the century. Clean sweep. If you slow it down fra by fra, you can actually see his jaw dislocate. Not that they showed it in the replays... or the highlights... or any of the official recordings—but believe , it happened!"
The cara panned lazily over the streets of the Capital City as the voice of PrematureFinisher, self-declared ex-National Competitor and current low-to-mid-tier livestrear, filled the chat.
His viewer count hovered at a modest 2,031.
>TombRaidHer: Bro you got one-shotted out of the bracket
>BreadSimp69: you literally lost in under a minute
>FeralWeasel89: even the refs didn’t rember your school’s na LMFAO
Premie, as his fans called him, sighed and ran a hand through his over-gelled hair. "Details, details. You think every warrior’s tale is just win after win? No. It’s about grit. About showing up. We qualified. That’s what matters."
>8008Worshipper: This man’s school placed dead last.
>TrueTar69: They didn’t win a match.
>IBringShade: They didn’t win a single round in the match either.
>CelestialReplay: They walked in, spun once like they entered a mall’s revolving door, and walked out 💀💀💀
Premie’s face twitched.
"Look," he said, with mock indignation, "it was a learning experience. You can’t put a price on exposure. We fought brave. We—"
>JustHere4Drama: This is Premie’s ex. I can confirm he’s also a premature finisher in the bedroom.
The stream went still.
Premie blinked.
"Ha!" he said, jabbing a thumb at the screen. "Joke’s on you—I’ve never even had a girlfriend!"
The chat lit up.
>OhNoBro: ...dude.
>9-StarStan: Aren’t you like... 40?
>PetitePaws: 😔
>WhiffKing: bro...that’s pathetic...
>uNeedGod: don’t say that on cara
"Thirty-seven!" Premie snapped, face turning red. "I’m thirty-seven. That’s barely older than—actually, never mind."
Desperate to steer the conversation elsewhere, he swiveled the cara toward a nearby crowd. "Oh, would you look at that! The representatives for Aetherian College. One of last year’s Top 20 finishers. That’s a solid school, not quite Top 5, but they’ve got so real firepower."
>IDidn’tAsk: nice deflection
>CollegeDropout: oh Aetherian got so hitters tho
>SpiritFeeder: wasn’t their captain a 6-star last year?
"Exactly!" Premie said, voice regaining montum. "And they’ve got great uniforms—check out the tailored stitching on those lapels. High-class. Real budget. Unlike the polyester sacks we wore back in the day."
>PlotTwist69: didn’t your college just tape the logo on a regular hoodie?
>SnaccHunter: it peeled off during your first match
>UrUrchin: he fought in hobbo cosplay 😭😭😭
"Moving on!" Premie said quickly.
He tilted the cara slightly... and paused.
Sothing pale glinted in the corner of the fra. A shimr of moonlight white.
Hair.
Long, with a slight wave, unnaturally bright white hair that caught the sun and seed to glow.
"...wait," Premie muttered.
He turned the cara slowly.
Standing at the edge of the square was a girl in a clean-cut Dark Moon uniform, her arms folded. She wasn’t alone—others flanked her, but she stood out. Not just for her beauty, but the aura of strength around her. Cold. Detached. Perfect.
Serena.
And then—
Beside her.
A boy. Taller than average, lean yet muscular , tan dark-haired, with an expression that seed permanently unimpressed. His uniform bore the insignia of Dark Moon’s Top 5. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes—those sharp, lazy eyes—sliced through the crowd like a knife.
Kain Newman.
Premie’s breath hitched.
>RudePetal99: OH MY GOD IT’S HIM
>IStanTactics: IS THAT KAIN???
>PlannerWifey42: MOM CO HERE KAIN IS ON STREAM
>IS2GThat’sSerena: THE QUEEN AND KING??? IN 4K???
>FeralWeasel89: NO WAY
>IDieForBlueprints: STAY STILL DON’T MOVE THE CARA
>MurderSoftly: THEY LOOK EVEN HOTTER IRL
>KainSexual: I CAN’T BREATHE. MY HUSBAND!
>KainWifey379: WHY IS THAT B**** WITH HIM THO???
>SorenxKain: the tension between him and Soren is so gay it physically hurts. I ship them so much!
>KainTaughtMyDogMath: his discovery of the silkworm tertiary evolution is the only reason I got into a top 20 college 😭😭😭
>FraudWatcher: he’s overrated. prove wrong. oh wait you can’t
The chat exploded.
Premie’s viewer count jumped from 2,000 to 18,000... then 74,000... then 198,000.
It was climbing too fast to track.
He gawked.
"U-uh," he stamred. "What’s up, everyone? This is your boy, PrematureFinisher—glad to have you—uh—holy crap, thank you Iheartfairies for the Purple Dragon. Thank you TarMommy for the Sparkle Rain. IDoNotYawn, thank you for the 20 Spiritual Orbs."
Premie, was barely able to keep up with reading anf thanking all of the gifts suddenly pouring in.
>KainFanboy5888: MOVE CLOSER YOU MORON
>WeNeedAngles: show the fit. show the shoes. ZOOM IN
>LanceLover: ask him if he really is dating Serena
>CrimsonSinz: FIND SOREN. WHERE IS HE?! I WANT TO SEE A PRINCE!
>SanguineSimp: PLEASE LET SEE THE SANGUINE BROTHERS. THEY ARE SO VAMPIRE-CORE
"Okay, okay!" Premie wheezed. "I’m going in. Slowly. Naturally. You don’t want them to notice and shoo away, do you?"
He angled the cara down to his chest, pretending to check sothing on his shirt, then panned slowly in their direction.
Kain was talking to Serena. She nodded once, lips twitching in a tiny smile, then turned to answer a question from soone else in their group.
The rest of Dark Moon’s Top 5 for each year stood nearby—each one sharp, deadly, dressed in high-grade tailored black uniforms with polished boots and flawless silver embroidery. Even their haircuts looked expensive.
Premie could barely contain his awe.
He rembered the one ti he made it here—his team had worn loose-fit uniforms made in bulk, the college logo slapped on so poorly it peeled off after a single wash. They hadn’t even had matching shoes.
Compared to this?
This was royalty.
>MidTierPride: damn. they really do glow huh
>WhySoPerfect: i would sell my younger sister to go to Dark Moon
>Mismatchedmories: our school didn’t even give us a uniform 😔
Premie crept a little closer.
He wasn’t that close yet—about fifteen ters away—but the cara’s zoom was doing work.
Kain turned slightly.
And then... looked straight at him.
Premie froze.
The cara steadied in his hand.
Kain’s expression didn’t change. Not exactly. But there was a flicker. The faintest raise of one brow. A smirk. Then—very subtly—he nodded.
Premie’s heart hiccupped.
He felt it.
The fan conversion.
>HeSawYou: HE NOTICED YOU AHHHH
>WIFEstatus: ur blushin bro
>KainIsMine: don’t go getting any strange ideas about Kain. He is mine!
>NoGoingBack: welco to the cult 💅
Premie slowly pulled the cara back.
"...welp," he said, voice cracking. "That’s it. I’m done. I peaked. Nothing will ever top that. Shut it down. End stream. Goodnight."
The chat scread.
>CoffeeAddict: NOOOOO
>BigEater: THIS IS JUST THE START
>TakeMyMoney: FIND THEM AGAIN TOMORROW. OR ELSE!
>PremieFan: Leave him alone guys! The sudden influx of people must have overwheld him. WE BELIEVE IN YOU PREMIE.
His viewer count had hit 312,000 by the ti he shut off the live.
Premie leaned against a nearby post, breathing hard, dazed and overwheld.
"...Kain Newman," he whispered.
A dreamy smile crossed his face.
"I get it now."
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