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Two world-renowned professional gamers were enrolled at this school.
One is a FPS champion. The other is a gamer of any genre who is active anonymously without disclosing face.
Their base of operations is a club room that exists quietly in the back of the old school building.
There, in front of a desk lined with monitors, a young girl with brown hair and a bobblehead is sipping a chilled energy drink and lightly beating up her fighting game opponents.
Yes, she is our idol and our leader.
She is Amane Shiori, the head of the Game Research Club.
“GG ☆.”
She never humiliates or agitates the opponent she has beaten, but sends a positive message, thanking them for playing against her like a true gamer.
“Fufufu…… this is my 1600th win in a row. I’m number one in the national rankings, and there’s no one who can stop me~. Ha ha ha!”
A childish laugh echoes through the clubroom, which is empty except for Amane.
If anyone were to hear her, they might mistake her voice for that of a lost child.
Amane’s overall appearance was so petite that one might wonder if she was really a high school student.
“Ah, games are good after all.”
Amane, a little tired after playing a series of games, left the monitor and lay down on the sofa set up in the club room.
The sofa is a luxury item that cost several hundred thousand yen and was just recently purchased.
“If you’re good, you can make money doing what you love, and if you stream ……, you’ll get a ton of throwbacks.”
Unbeknownst to her parents and Kenmochi, Amane streams her own plays.
She is a VTuber under the name “Sky Music”
Originally a professional gamer, when she announced that she was starting a VTuber career, she became a trending topic on SNS.
Thanks to this, she has gained a large number of viewers and currently has over 1 million registered users.
“But I’ve worked myself to death to get this far. …..”
Amane looks up at the ceiling and for a moment, a bitter expression appears on her face.
Just thinking about all the hardships she had endured to get to this point made her heart ache.
It was the fall of first year of high school.
I remember a time when I wasn’t myself, when I was in a shell–
Two years ago.
Old school building, game research club room.
We were playing shooting games in a room with only a few computers, which looked like a cardboard box.
There were nine members in the club. We were a group of dull people.
There was almost no conversation during the game.
“Crack it, crack it, crack it!”
The voice of the club leader, a third-year student wearing a headband, echoed through the club room.
Frowning at the loudness of the voice, I stabbed the enemy team that he had weakened to death.
“As expected of Kenmochi~. The way he hits enemies with headshots without the slightest bit of error is frightening.”
Saying this, the director clapped me on the shoulder.
I checked the screen displaying “Victory” and got up from my seat, thinking that he was the only bright person in this club room.
“Kenmochi-kun, where are you going……?”
“I’m going to get a drink. ……”
“Oh yeah.”
The second year skinny senpai asked me and I answered, but my reply was too appropriate even though I had asked the question myself.
Maybe he’s still holding a grudge for not being revived in the final stages of the previous match.
(I thought I would be able to have youth and friendly competition with my friends in the game club like in movies and cartoons, but I guess this is what reality is like. ……)
When I was in elementary school, I was made to play basketball because of my height.
I was mainly a center and my job was to get rebounds, but I couldn’t get into the humble position.
I wanted to play guard or something.
When I moved up to junior high school, I planned to continue playing basketball just as I did in elementary school.
That is, until I encountered an FPS.
When I was leaving school with a friend, we happened to pass by an electronics store where we could try out the latest FPS game called “Tactical Field (TF).
It was my first experience with a shooting game.
It was a bolt out of the blue.
I dropped out of the basketball team and spent all my free time playing TF with the aim of becoming a professional gamer.
I had finally found something I could get into.
I won many small tournaments and made a name for myself in the FPS world during my middle school years.
But that was just past glory.
Now that I am in high school, my performance has slowed down and the passion I had for FPS has become a rut.
Furthermore, being swept away by the lack of motivation of those around me, I continued to go to the club room day after day, not knowing what fun I was having.
As I open the door and step out into the hallway with these thoughts in mind, my eyes meet those of a dark-haired girl who is moping around just outside the club room.
She was short and generally petite, to the point that I would never have noticed her if I had looked up.
“Ah, …….”
(This girl is …… uh, who is she?)
Since I didn’t know her, I wasn’t sure if I should call out to her.
The girl seemed to be trying to say something, but turned her head down while holding her hand and mumbling something.
Is she being withdrawn? I don’t really like the word, but she seems to be in the mood of being a shy person.
(Yes, I’m going to get a drink. I don’t know this girl and I don’t want anything to do with her. Let’s just ignore her and get to the vending machine as quickly as possible.)
Just as I was about to turn my back and walk away, a girl stopped me.
“Oh, um, ……! Wait, ……!”
“What is it?”
“Well, that ……, you’re from the game research club, aren’t you ……?”
“Yes, I am. Can I help you?”
“Oh, uh, uh, …….”
The girl is sweating nervously and her bangs are sticking to her forehead.
Her eyes were unnaturally darting up and down and left to right, making her look suspicious from the outside.
Still, I stopped and waited for her next words.
“M-me……, too! May I join the Game Studies Club?!”
I felt my heart tremble for a moment as the girl gathered her courage and said those words.
Maybe it was my imagination, but I found myself slightly interested in this girl.
“Excuse me, what is your name?”
The head of the club said that anyone wishing to join the club was welcome, so I asked her name before letting her through to the club room.
“A-Amane …… Shiori ……!”
This was how Amane and I met.
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