Gyree was eating breakfast the following morning with his small group of friends, discussing the matches that were coming up today. Then, summoner Justa (Ch. 2) sat down right next to him.
"Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here?"
Gyree turned to face him, "Feel free. By the way I'm sorry about the selection process, it wasn't fair to you."
Justa forced a small smile, "Sometimes you get lucky, sometimes you don't. Good playing on your ADCs though, I didn't think anyone could hypercarry that hard with Ashe."
Summoner Truen got up to go to his match, leaving the other seat next to Gyree open, which Ahri quickly took.
"Couldn't wait to break away from those phonies." she whispered in Gyree's ear.
Gyree laughed, "I'm sure they'll come flocking over here now though, they never give up." More audibly he added "Ahri, this is summoner Justa; Justa, Ahri."
Ahri gave Justa a little wave and smile "Hey Justa, great to meet you."
Justa turned bright red and mumbled a brief hello to Ahri. He'd never told anyone this, but half the reason he'd trained for the league was because of a secret crush on Ahri, even though she didn't even know he existed. Still, it gave him motivation, a drive behind all the training. Now, of course, he'd bungled the meeting up. His only meeting with her ever. His bags were already packed for his departure, he was going to leave tomorrow. Staying here to finish out the week reminded him too much of his failure. He stuttered out a goodbye to Ahri and Gyree, then left the cafeteria; he wasn't feeling too hungry anymore.
Ahri and Gyree chuckled, Justa had obviously been very embarrassed meeting Ahri. She thought his shyness was very cute. That was the main problem, she attracted all the horny summoners; but all the decent ones shied away from her, as Gyree and Justa initially both had.
"He's quite cute Gyree, when can I see him again?"
Gyree sighed. "Only for another few days or so. He drew unlucky and had to face me every round with an idiot ADC. Needless to say, he didn't make the cut. But he was a good player, maybe he'll make the next round. It still isn't right though."
"No, it isn't. Maybe there is something you can do about it though."
"Like what?"
"I dunno, it was just an idea. The board of summoners almost never re-reviews their decisions. Maybe you don't want to put yourself on the line for him."
"Yea, you're probably right." However, she knew Gyree was going to try. She could tell from the determination in his eyes.
Gyree knocked on the door of the head summoner's office.
"Come in."
"Hello, head summoner Davis, sir"
Summoner Davis adjusted his glasses. He was old and famed for being cranky and irritable, but when he saw Gyree he clearly brightened up. "Summoner Gyree, congratulations on your series. We're so glad to have you here."
"Thank you Summoner Davis. I'm sorry to have a complaint already, but something in the last sorting process wasn't quite fair."
Summoner Davis looked disgruntled and shifted his glasses again "And what was that?"
"The support main, Justa. He always drew unlucky and ended up on the worse team, losing even though I'm quite sure he was a stronger player than my support."
"And what do you suggest we should do to fix this? Let him in for free?" Summoner Davis was clearly going to get very cranky soon, so Gyree needed a resolution fast.
"Ummm… mmm… He could be my support for the next league selections?"
"No. I'm not going to waste an ADC and Support slot that is open for new people to an old dispute. And even if Justa was a potato, you could still carry him in. Here's what we'll do. You two compete in 1 Gold V match. If you win, Justa stays; if you don't, you both go. That's final. You will have your first match this afternoon at 1:00."
"Can we please compete at a Silver III level, Gold is quite up the ladder."
Davis took off his glasses, polished them, and put them back on; clearly relishing the moment. "Your Gold V match will begin in 3 hours, you might want to get Justa ready for the match."
