"That Lilith…she really went and made a name for herself, eh?"
Gabriel Porter was staring at the photograph of his little sister, which was projected as a holographic image that floated above his smartphone.
"Wow…her tournament ranking is pretty high…not that it means anything." Gabriel was nodding in approval. Rankings didn't determine anything, otherwise nobody would bother to hold tournaments and just hand out wins based on the competitors' ranks. That was stupid. I mean, look at the World Cup. Just because one team was higher ranked didn't mean the other team rolled over and lost automatically. Even so, Gabriel understood that his sister was receiving recognition.
Clenching his fist, he smiled.
"As her elder brother, I can't afford to fall behind!"
"Oi! Gabriel! You're falling behind!"