Querencia: School for Talented Gamers

Game 4: Spotted II

[Q-u-e-r-e-n-c-i-a, Enter], Naika input on the keyboard and into the search bar.

Search results came up about a famous academy that aimed to produce top-tier professional gamers in only 1 year.

In the era of gaming schools sprouting here and there, this school became known among them just by its menacing entrance and graduation rate of 10%.

However, this did not give the school a bad impression. If anything, it gave it a better one.

Since the academy only produces the best of the best of gamers, their skills were inevetably acknowledged by the game industry. After all, a battle between the greatest of athletes make for a good show, thus getting more people into the gaming culture, thus more money, and so on.

This school has become so famous, or rather infamous, that it gained the support of many companies who consider it as investment, getting them more and more students, and then now, scouts, to watch out for extraordinary gamers who would potentially further improve the gaming industry.

[Really, I've never even thought of entering a gaming school], she thought.

A girl walks on to the counter, "Open me on computer 3" and hands the payment.

She snaps back to the real world from her thoughts. She accepts the money and closes the search tab, and clicked on a few things to prepare computer 3 for use through the system computer.

After her transaction, she goes back to thinking. And this time, deeper, and farther back in time.

Naika looks up to the ceiling, stretching laid back, leaning on the chair's backrest. [Pfft. Who am I kidding. You can't lie to yourself] She thought, putting her hands behind her head.