Moriko, in her avatar "callmeauntie," was trying to focus on the intense battle while Divinejudgment was providing a running commentary on the match. Though his comments were insightful, Moriko found it increasingly distracting. She was on the verge of politely asking him to be quiet when, to her surprise, Divinejudgment suddenly stopped talking and apologized.
"I'm sorry if I got carried away," he said, his avatar showing a slight bow of humility. "I tend to get a bit passionate about these matches."
Moriko nodded, appreciating his understanding. "It's alright," she replied. "I'm just trying to learn and enjoy the game."
They both turned their attention back to the semi-finals, this time in a more peaceful atmosphere. Moriko was grateful for Divinejudgment's willingness to accommodate her, even if his excitement had briefly overwhelmed their conversation.
On the screens, the two teams clashed, each vying for control of the opposing team's flag. The blue team consisted of a balanced composition with a marksman, two healers, a strategist, and a melee fighter. On the other side, the red team had chosen a different strategy, fielding two marksmen, a melee character, and their own healers.
The battle was intense, with players moving strategically across the map, using their unique abilities to gain the upper hand. The marksmen from both sides exchanged long-range shots, while the healers worked diligently to keep their teammates in fighting shape. The melee fighters were engaged in close combat, attempting to disrupt the enemy team's formation.
Moriko observed the match closely, analyzing the tactics and teamwork displayed by the players. She was fascinated by the intricacies of the game and how each character's abilities contributed to the overall strategy. It was clear that in this virtual world, teamwork and coordination were key to victory, and she couldn't wait to learn more about it.
As the battle continued to unfold, Moriko couldn't help but notice the professionalism and precision with which some of the players moved and executed their tactics. Their movements were fluid, and they seemed to anticipate their opponents' actions with remarkable accuracy.
It crossed Moriko's mind that these players might have real-life combat experience. The way they coordinated their movements, communicated with their teammates, and adapted to changing circumstances hinted at a level of skill and training that went beyond mere gaming. It was possible that some of them were veterans or individuals with a background in tactical operations.
The thought intrigued Moriko even more, as she considered the unique blend of gaming and real-world expertise that seemed to define the players of "Hit Me If You Can." It was a world she was eager to explore further and immerse herself in, and she couldn't wait to see how her own skills would develop in this virtual battlefield.
Well, speaking of skills, Moriko couldn't shake her curiosity about the player sitting next to her, the one with the rank 1 title, DivineJudgment. She wondered about his real-world background and what had brought him to the pinnacle of this game.
Moriko considered various possibilities. Was DivineJudgment a law enforcement officer, someone with military experience, or perhaps another mercenary like herself? His combat abilities and tactical insights certainly indicated a high level of expertise.
Despite the virtual nature of the game, Moriko had a hunch that the skills of many players, including DivineJudgment, were rooted in real-world combat training. Thus added an extra layer of excitement and intrigue to her experience as she delved deeper into the world of "Hit Me If You Can".
Moriko then abruptly stood up from her seat in the player's lounge, leaving behind the noisy excitement of the virtual battle. DivineJudgment, curious, asked her why she was leaving when they had just reached the climax of the match. Moriko turned to him, her expression serious.
She explained that the battle had lost its appeal for her. "It's already decided," she said bluntly. DivineJudgment was taken aback and asked her to elaborate. Moriko gestured to the screen, pointing out the details that had led her to her conclusion.
She noted that the blue team, despite their lower firepower, had executed a flawless strategy that had given them a clear advantage. The opposing red team, on the other hand, had failed to capitalize on their initial strength and had allowed the game to drag on. As a result, their resources were now nearly depleted, with dwindling ammunition and healing potions. Moriko emphasized that their resources couldn't sustain them much longer.
DivineJudgment was impressed by Moriko's analysis and admitted that he had missed those crucial details. He had been so engrossed in the action that he hadn't paid attention to the resource management aspect of the game.
As Moriko walked away, DivineJudgment couldn't shake his amazement. He watched her figure disappear into the virtual world of the game, contemplating the mystery of her identity. Was "callmeauntie" truly a new player, as she claimed, or was she possibly an alt of a more seasoned player who had chosen to keep her true abilities hidden?
DivineJudgment couldn't deny that Moriko's insights and observations were exceptional, far beyond what one would expect from a new player. Her ability to analyze the game and make predictions about the outcome had left him in awe. He decided that he would keep a close eye on her progress and interactions within the game, determined to uncover the truth behind the enigmatic player known as "callmeauntie."
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As Mariko left the restaurant after bidding Kenji goodbye, she couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions swirling inside her. The dinner had left her with a sense of curiosity about Kenji's intentions, especially regarding her sister, Moriko. She found herself pondering the significance of his sudden interest in getting to know Moriko better. Mariko's steps echoed softly on the pavement as she headed towards her car, her thoughts a whirlwind of questions and possibilities.
Sitting in her car, Mariko eagerly reached for her phone. She quickly dialed Moriko's number. Her heart pounded and her anticipation grew with each unanswered call. She knew Moriko had her phone with her; it was unlike her to miss so many calls. Mariko decided to send a text message instead, hoping that Moriko would at least respond to that.
"Hey sis! How was your evening? I've got so many questions for you! Call me when you can."
With the message sent, Mariko continued her journey home, eagerly awaiting Moriko's reply and the chance to catch up on all the details of her dinner with Kenji and Moriko's dinner with the mystery guy.