After some ribbing from his former colleagues and playing up his embarrassment at getting turned down before he could shoot his shot, Jaune leaves the hall behind and explores the rest of the SDC Hotel.

He sees a state of the art gym with weights, obstacle courses and rings, but not really being proficient enough in exercising to know what to do there, Jaune avoids entering it and makes his way into an arcade.

There, Jaune finds a boy playing a shooting game, and he is greatly impressed by the boy's skill, seeing him shoot dozens of shots and getting high scores between the eight hundred and a thousands mark.

When the boy finally runs out of ammo, Jaune is excited, and makes his way towards the machine, eager to test himself.

When he starts playing, however, disaster strikes, and Jaune's scores are very low, barely breaking into the tens, leaving him even more humiliated when the round ends after barely ten shots.

Jaune is dejected, he might not be the best, or even a good fighter, but he had always thought he could hold his own in videogames, but clearly not.

As he passed him by, Jaune made sure to congratulate the boy that had played before him.

"You're really good. I wish I was as talented as you." Jaune said, before leaving the room, not wishing to be bogged down by negative emotions, his feelings of worthlessness already more painful than usual.

Left behind, Sky Lark was seething, glaring at the back of the blond, as his feelings of awe turned into bitterness.

Sky had thought he had done well, managing to shoot all ten targets within a second of their appearing on the screen and doing so in less than twenty bullets. He had felt pleased with himself as he let the person waiting have their turn, only for his self-imposed competitor to leave him gobsmacked.

The blond boy had been absolutely perfect. Not only had his precision been out of this world, hitting ten targets with ten bullets, his speed was nothing short of extraordinary, never wasting more than a tenth of a second on each of them.

In fact, the performance had gone by so fast he would probably have missed it all had he had to sneeze or cough in the middle of it.

Such a dominant performance would have been admirable if not for the smugness of the person who had achieved the feat, mocking him and facetiously calling him good.

And to think Sky had been approaching the boy to congratulate him for such an impressive display, only for him to become the butt of this narcissist's mockery.

Sky Larke didn't know who this boy was, but one thing was for certain, he would pay for the disrespect he had just shown, regardless of how pretty or skilled he was.