Serendipity's Bloom

by lockonstrats

In the world of mah-jong, Nodoka faces a surprising defeat against Saki. Saki's victory leaves Nodoka both impressed and puzzled, fueling her determination to face Saki again. The story follows their evolving relationship as Saki grapples with her waning passion for the game and Nodoka's growing resolve to challenge her. Inspired by both stories: Flower of Zenith and Luck and Logic

8. Chapter 8

The streets of Nagano were bathed in the soft glow from the stars as the Kiyosumi team dispersed, the weight of their victory still fresh in their minds. The day had been gruelling, but the reward was clear—they had secured their place in the prefectural finals. Tomorrow, they would face Tsuruga, Kazekoshi, and Ryuumonbuchi, their ticket to the Nationals. The thought filled them with a mix of excitement and anticipation as they headed home to rest.

Mako and Hisa walked together, their footsteps echoing softly on the pavement. The cool night air was a welcome contrast to the heated atmosphere of the tournament hall. For a while, they walked in comfortable silence, each lost in their thoughts.

Finally, Mako broke the silence. "Looks like your bad wait strategy's working out, Buchou," she said with a small smile. "We're in the top four of the prefectural now."

Hisa chuckled, her eyes fixed on the road ahead. "Yeah, it's gotten us this far," she replied, a note of satisfaction in her voice. "But I'm aiming much higher than that."

Mako raised an eyebrow, glancing at her friend. "Higher, huh? You're really confident, aren't you?"

Hisa's expression softened, and she let out a light, cheerful laugh. "Confident? Not exactly," she said, her voice playful. "When I'm alone, I'll probably curl up like a ball in my room."

Mako blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in tone. She studied Hisa's face, trying to gauge whether she was serious or not. "Are you... serious?"

Hisa glanced at Mako, her smile widening. "Who knows?" she replied with a wink, leaving Mako to wonder if she was being teased.

Mako shook her head, a bemused smile tugging at her lips. "You're a hard one to read sometimes."

Hisa simply grinned, the playful glint in her eyes betraying nothing. "That's part of the charm, isn't it?"

They continued walking; the night quiet around them. The conversation had lightened the mood, but the underlying tension of the upcoming finals remained. As they approached their homes, Mako glanced at Hisa again, her earlier confusion giving way to a sense of admiration.

"Whatever happens tomorrow," Mako began, her voice steady, "I'm glad we're in this together."

Hisa nodded, her expression turning serious. "Me too, Mako. We've got a real shot at this. Let's make sure we give it everything we've got."

Mako smiled, the determination in Hisa's words resonating with her own resolve. They exchanged a brief, reassuring nod before parting ways, each of them heading home to prepare for the day that would determine their future in the tournament.

As Hisa walked the last stretch alone, her thoughts drifted back to the conversation with Mako. The finals would be tough, but she knew that their team had the strength to face whatever challenges came their way. The idea of curling up in her room might have been a joke, but the pressure was real. Still, she was ready to face it head-on, with her team by her side.

The night was still and peaceful, the city settling into sleep. Hisa took a deep breath, feeling the calm before the storm. Tomorrow would be another battle, but she was ready. With a final glance at the quiet streets, she turned towards her home, the determination in her heart as strong as ever.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Kiyosumi team took another route home. The streets of Nagano were quiet, with only the occasional chirping of crickets and the distant croak of frogs breaking the silence. The night air was cool, and the tension from the day's matches was beginning to dissipate, replaced by the comforting routine of walking home together.

Yuuki's stomach growled loudly, breaking the peaceful silence. She clutched her midsection dramatically, letting out a sigh. "I'm starving! I wish we could stop for some tacos or something djey."

Kyoutarou chuckled, shaking his head. "You're always thinking about food, Yuuki."

Nodoka, walking beside them, smiled gently. "You'll have to wait until we get home, Yuuki. It's too late for anything to be open now."

As they continued walking, the sound of frogs croaking became more prominent. Yuuki's ears perked up, and she slowed her pace, listening intently. "Hey, do you guys hear that?"

Kyoutarou nodded, puzzled. "Yeah, it's just frogs. What about it?"

Yuuki's eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. "Do you think they're edible? I'm so hungry, I might just catch one and eat it djey!"

Kyoutarou and Nodoka both stared at her, their expressions a mix of disbelief and concern.

"Wait, what?" Kyoutarou blurted out, staring at Yuuki as if she'd grown a second head. "You can't be serious."

Nodoka's eyes widened slightly. "Yuuki, I don't think that's a good idea…"

But before they could say anything else, Maho, who had been quietly walking beside them, tilted her head thoughtfully. "Do you think there could be a taco frog?" she asked, her voice innocent.

Yuuki blinked, momentarily taken aback. "A taco frog?"

Maho nodded, her expression serious. "Maybe there's a frog that tastes like tacos. That would be perfect, right?"

Nodoka tried to process what she just heard, and was thoroughly perplexed.

"Uh, I don't think frogs come in taco flavour, Maho…" Kyoutarou said cautiously.

Yuuki, however, seemed to latch onto the idea with enthusiasm. "A taco frog… Now that's something I'd love to try! Maho, you're a genius djey!"

Maho smiled brightly, happy to have contributed to the conversation. "Thanks, Yuuki!"

Nodoka shook her head, her amusement evident. "I think we should focus on getting home and finding you some real food, Yuuki. Let's leave the frogs out of it, okay?"

Yuuki sighed dramatically but nodded in agreement. "Fine, fine… but if I see a taco frog, I'm not making any promises djey."

"Well, this is where Maho and I split off," Kyoutarou announced, gesturing down a side street. While prompting the youngest to follow him, "We'll see you two tomorrow, bright and early."

Maho waved cheerfully. "Goodnight, Nodoka! Yuu-chan don't be late!"

Yuuki stood up straight and daringly said, "The main character's never late, djey!"

Nodoka gave a small, appreciative nod, grateful for the gentle out that Kyoutarou had provided. "Goodnight, Maho-chan, Kyoutarou. See you tomorrow."

After bidding their goodbyes, Yuuki, still rubbing her stomach in a dramatic show of hunger, turned to Nodoka with an inquisitive expression. Her earlier excitement about the idea of a taco frog seemed to spark another thought in her mind. "Hey, Nodo-chan," she began, her tone shifting from playful to curious, "what's the deal with you and that Miyanaga Saki djey?"

Nodoka blinked, caught off guard by the sudden unexpected change in topic. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice tinged with mild surprise.

Yuuki shrugged, as if the question was the most natural thing in the world. "I am surprised, djey." Yuuki though back on Nodoka's facial expression as she calls Saki, "You sound really close."

Nodoka hesitated for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. The truth was, her bond with Saki was something she found difficult to put into words. I mean I haven't known her for a long time. I played against her and just recently met her completely by chance, Nodoka hesitated even more but…

"We are close," Nodoka admitted, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Saki is… special to me, in a way that's hard to explain."

Yuuki stared at her friend and tilted her head, she knew something is different about Nodoka but she couldn't fully process it. "I guess it's good djey! I am happy you made another friend." Yuuki's grin widened, but she didn't press the issue instead jokingly. "I mean if it weren't for mah-jong, you'd be a hermit."

Nodoka turned crimson, clenched her fist, and turned towards Yuuki, "T-that's not true at all!" Nodoka protested, "I have other friends too."

Yuuki chuckled, enjoying Nodoka's reaction. "Sure, sure, Nodo-chan. I believe you," clearly not convinced of Nodoka, "but seriously, I'm glad for you djey.

Nodoka's blush deepened, but she couldn't help smiling. "Thank you, Yuuki. I'm glad too."

"Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow djey." Yuuki waved as she goes to another path.

"Don't be late, Yuuki!" Nodoka said in a slightly louder voice to which Yuuki just raised her fist up in the air. Nodoka just shook her head to her friend.

As Yuuki disappeared down another path, her carefree wave still lingering in the air, Nodoka stood there for a moment, a small smile playing on her lips. The night had grown even quieter, she sighed softly and began her walk home alone.

The cool night air brushed against her skin, and the steady rhythm of her footsteps on the pavement became the only sound accompanying her. As she walked, Nodoka tilted her head up to gaze at the night sky. The stars were bright tonight, scattered like tiny diamonds across a velvet canvas. Among them, two stars caught her eye—Vega and Altair, shining prominently in the vast expanse.

A sense of nostalgia washed over her as she recognized the two stars. Vega and Altair were central to the legend of Orihime and Hikoboshi, star-crossed lovers separated by the Milky Way, only able to meet once a year on the seventh day of the seventh month. Nodoka had always found the story both beautiful and bittersweet.

As she continued to gaze at the stars, the story of Orihime and Hikoboshi played in her mind. She couldn't help but draw parallels to her own life—especially her growing friendship with Saki. Nodoka slightly frowned at that Saki? Curious about why that particular person popped up on her mind. I guess the fact that I live here at Nagano and she lives at Tokyo is quite similar, Nodoka thought trying to figure out her own state of mind. And the fact that we will only meet during the Inter High, Nodoka continued trying to connect the dots.

Nodoka walked in silence, her thoughts swirling around the connection she had just made. The parallels between the legend and her relationship with Saki seemed almost too coincidental. They lived in different places, only able to meet during specific events, and their bond had grown stronger despite the distance.

But why had she thought of Saki at that moment? Nodoka's frown deepened as she tried to understand her own feelings. It wasn't unusual for her to think about Saki—they were friends, after all. But the way Saki had entered her thoughts, so naturally and so vividly, felt different. There was a warmth in the memory of Saki, a sense of closeness that Nodoka couldn't quite put into words. Special? Nodoka remembering her conversation with Yuuki.

Nodoka's phone chose that moment to vibrate halting not just her movements but also her thoughts. Congratulations on making it to the finals. Good Luck tomorrow! Sent by just the girl that she was thinking of.

Nodoka stared at her phone, the message from Saki illuminating the screen. It was a simple message, but the timing of it made her heart skip a beat. She re-read the words, a warmth spreading through her as she imagined Saki typing them. The encouragement felt genuine, and knowing that Saki knew about a tiny prefecture's tournament results and had taken the time to send her a message filled Nodoka with a deep sense of appreciation.

She hesitated for a moment, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. What should she say in response? There was so much she wanted to express, but she didn't want to overthink it. After a brief pause, she decided to just call Saki.

Nodoka's fingers moved quickly, dialling Saki's number. As the phone rang, she felt a flutter of nervousness in her chest. What should she say? What if she sounded awkward? She took a deep breath and waited.

After a few rings, Nodoka was about to end the call but Saki's familiar voice came through the line. "Hello? Haramura-san?"

"Hello Miyanaga-san, I hope you were not busy!" Nodoka said quickly, "I'm sorry for calling so suddenly. To be honest, I don't know why I called you."

Saki's voice was warm and reassuring. "Oh, not at all, Nodoka. I'm glad you called. I'm actually just in my room."

Nodoka felt a little more at ease with Saki's calm response and continued to go home. "I was just walking home and was looking at the stars. I can see Altair and Vega; it is very pretty and I guess I just wanted to talk."

Saki replied excitedly. "Ah! I know that, I've read about that. Wasn't that also called Orihime and Hikoboshi who are separated by the Milky Way and can only meet once a year."

Nodoka glad that Saki knows but also surprised, "You are a bookworm aren't you, Miyanaga-san?"

Saki chuckled shyly at that. "I guess you could say that. I've always been fascinated by stories and legends. I am actually reading Lord of the Rings."

"Lord of the Rings," Nodoka asked unfamiliar with the book.

"Hmm, it is actually good. It is about adventure but it is slower paced compared to others..." Saki happy to share something to Nodoka, "I think it pulls you in that way, I personally think it gives you chance to appreciate the characters."

Nodoka listened with interest as Saki continued. "It sounds fascinating. I've heard of it but never got around to reading it. Maybe I should give it a try sometime."

Saki's voice brightened. "You definitely should! It's a bit of a commitment, but it's worth it. The world-building and character development are incredible. It's the kind of book where you really get to know the characters and their journeys."

Nodoka smiled, appreciating Saki's enthusiasm. "I'll keep that in mind. It's always nice to get recommendations from friends. Especially when it's something you're passionate about."

Saki agreed with a soft laugh, her voice warm and thoughtful. "You know, it's kind of funny. We've been talking about stories and characters, and here we are, living out our own story. We're like characters in our own story—two people from different places, meeting at just the right moments, like Orihime and Hikoboshi." Saki paused thoughtfully and shyly added, "although I do admit that when I read a book, I imagine myself as the character."

Nodoka felt a warmth spreading through her chest at Saki's words. It was as if Saki had voiced the very thoughts that had been swirling in her mind moments before. "That's a lovely way to think about it. I've never really imagined myself as a character in a story before, but now that you mention it, I can see the appeal. It's like we're part of something bigger, a narrative that's still being written."

Saki's voice softened, as if she were sharing a secret. "I think that's why I like stories so much. They remind me that even though we might not know what's going to happen next, there's always a journey ahead—filled with new experiences, people, and maybe even a little bit of magic."

"I never would have thought that we would be able to talk like this," Nodoka stated.

Saki's smile could be heard in her voice, gentle and warm. "Neither did I. But I'm really glad we are. It's funny how things turn out, isn't it?"

Nodoka nodded, though Saki couldn't see it. "Yeah, it is. I never imagined that I'd be having these kinds of conversations. But here we are, talking about stars, stories, and everything in between."

There was a brief pause on the line, filled only with the quiet hum of their connection. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, though. It was the kind of silence that felt natural.

Finally, Saki spoke again, her voice thoughtful. "I think… even if we're far apart, even if we can't see each other all the time, we'll still be part of each other's story. Like how Orihime and Hikoboshi always find their way back to each other."

Nodoka felt a lump form in her throat, touched by Saki's words. "I like that. It's comforting to think that we'll always have that connection."

"Me too," Saki replied softly. "And who knows? Maybe our story will have more chapters than we can even imagine right now."

Nodoka couldn't help but smile at the thought. "I hope so."

Saki's voice brightened a little, a hint of excitement creeping in. "You are like my Orihime."

"Eh?!" Nodoka quickly felt her cheeks warm up.

Nodoka's heart skipped a beat at Saki's words, and she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. "M-Miyanaga-san, what are you saying?" she stammered, trying to process the sudden comparison.

Saki, realizing the weight of her words, quickly added, "I-I mean, in the sense that you're someone special to me, like how Orihime is special to Hikoboshi. It's just... well, I thought the comparison was nice, given the stars and the story and all."

Nodoka's blush deepened, but she couldn't help feeling touched by Saki's sincerity. "I... I understand," she replied softly. "And I feel the same way, Miyanaga-san."

There was a moment of silence between them, but it was filled with a warmth that spoke volumes. It was as if, in that moment, they both understood the depth of their bond—one that transcended distance and time, much like the legendary lovers they had been talking about.

Saki's voice came through the phone again, quieter now but no less sincere. "I'm really glad we're friends, Haramura-san."

Nodoka smiled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. "Me too, Miyanaga-san."

As they continued to talk, the conversation flowed easily, moving from one topic to another. They shared stories and laughed, Nodoka felt a sense of peace settle in her heart. Eventually, the conversation began to wind down. Lost in the conversation, Nodoka barely noticed as she reached her home. The familiar sight of her house brought her back to reality. The night was still and the stars above shining brightly.

Nodoka could feel the fatigue from the day's events catching up with her, but she was reluctant to end the call. "I should probably get some rest," she finally said, her voice tinged with reluctance.

Saki agreed, though she sounded just as hesitant to end the call. "Yeah, me too. Tomorrow's a big day for you, after all."

Nodoka nodded, feeling a surge of determination. "You're right. We'll give it our all tomorrow."

"Good luck, Nodoka. I'll be cheering for you," Saki said, her voice warm and encouraging.

"Thank you, Saki. It means a lot," Nodoka replied, her heart swelling with gratitude.

With a few more exchanged words of encouragement and well wishes, they finally said their goodbyes. As Nodoka ended the call, she felt a sense of contentment settle over her. The connection she felt with Saki was something special, something she knew she would cherish for a long time.

The stars still twinkled above, and the story of Orihime and Hikoboshi seemed even more poignant now. With one last look at the night sky, Nodoka closed the door behind her, the stars now hidden from view but their light still shining in her heart. Nodoka felt ready for the battle that awaited her tomorrow.

Meanwhile, in her room in West Tokyo, Saki held a 'Lord of the Rings' book in her left hand and her phone in her right. She walked over to the window, where she sat and gazed out at the sky. The stars, usually so bright in rural areas, were faint against the city's glow.

As she stared into the night, Saki murmured, 'Orihime and Hikoboshi, huh?' A soft smile touched her lips as she let the thought linger, the myth resonating in ways she hadn't fully realized until now

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The team gathered outside the tournament building, the morning air filled with a mix of excitement and nervous energy. Yuuki was nowhere to be seen, the Kiyosumi Mah-jong club exchanged glances, their expressions tense as they checked the time again.

"Do you think she overslept?" Maho asked, her voice tinged with worry.

Nodoka sighed, trying to stay calm. "It's Yuuki. She wouldn't miss this... would she?"

Mako removed her glasses to wipe it, "I bet she just bought some tacos somewhere."

Hisa gave a grateful smile to Mako, "Well, worse comes to worse we can dress up Kyoutaro in a drag." Hisa's smile turned mischievous.

Kyoutaro froze in fear while Maho was giggling due to Hisa's suggestion. Nodoka on the other hand frowned upon at the idea.

Mako knowing that Hisa was trying to lighten the mood said, "I've got an extra uniform here although I am not sure if the uniform will appreciate Kyoutaro trying it on."

Nodoka's frown deepen, not appreciating the image in her head where in Kyoutaro was wearing a seifuku,

Just as the image starting to permanently etch on Nodoka's mind, thankfully a familiar, energetic voice cut through the morning stillness.

"I made it, djey!"

They all turned in unison to see Yuuki pedalling furiously toward them on her bike, her face beaming with energy.

For the first time and probably the last time, Kyoutaro is very grateful on Yuuki's presence.

The Kiyosumi team went to their viewing room, unlike yesterday's room, this one is private with their own set of television showing live coverage for Nagano prefecture tournament.

"This is a big room!" Maho said excitedly looking around the room.

"Look at that couch," Yuuki announced before diving on the furniture. "I can even take a nap here, djey!"

Nodoka can't help but remind Yuuki, "You can't, you are playing soon."

Meanwhile Mako was looking at the television, eyes glinting, and said "I think this will be a good addition on the Rooftop Café."

"I don't think you are supposed to take it, Someya-senpai." Nodoka flatly replied. Mako fixed her glasses and grinned.

"Okay, gather round people," Hisa gestured towards the couches. She waited till all her members are seated and paying attention to her.

She looked at each of her members, "The match is about to start," Hisa said as she turned down the volume of the cheering on the television. "Yuuki, get ready to
leave off. Today's match is different than yesterdays. Each person will play two hanchan, for a total of ten. And the points still carry over."

Yuuki let out a wail of despair. Clutching her bag supply of tacos tightly to her chest. "Two hanchan each? But I only brought enough tacos for one…"

"I kept reminding you at the training camp and our meetings, remember? I even reminded you yesterday," Hisa frowned. "I have a hunch this might happen so I
already asked Suga-kun to buy some tacos."

Hisa sighed and said, "Prepare for the match, I will make sure you get your tacos during you break."

Yuuki proceeded to eat tacos, the speed of which she did it can be recognised by an organisation.

"Yuu-chan slow down you might choke!" Nodoka reprimanded her friend.

"Iv I dun eaf—" Yuuki tried to reply but stopped when she saw Nodoka's reproaching eyes.

"Swallow your food first," Nodoka continued to berate her friend.

Yuuki gulped her food down and said, "If I don't eat enough tacos then I can't maintain my human form!"

The Kiyosumi team stared dumbfoundedly at their team mate except for Maho who is laughing, "Yuu-chan is an alien!"

"It is a serious matter; I need taco power!" Yuuki insisted then took a huge bite of her tacos.

"The first round will begin in ten minutes. Will the vanguard players from each school please assemble in the playing hall," a voice echoed over the intercom.

Somehow Yuuki managed to eat another taco and then, "All right, I'm off djey!" Yuuki declared with a determined look on her face.

The team wished her luck and Hisa reassured her that her taco will be delivered during the break. Yuuki quickly ran towards the playing hall, one extra taco on her hand.

When Yuuki finally reached the playing hall, she placed her taco on the tray beside her seat, ready to savour it before the match began. But before she could enjoy it, Jun Inoue, one of her opponents, walked by and, thinking it was a present, picked it up and took a bite.

"Ah! My taco!" Yuuki cried out, watching in horror as Jun casually finished the snack.

Jun glanced at her, a little confused but unconcerned, "Oh, was that yours? Sorry, I thought it was up for grabs."

Devastated, Yuuki's eyes welled up with tears. The other players took their seats, but Yuuki remained frozen, her energy drained, and her taco power depleted.

Seeing her distress, Mihoko Fukuji, Kazekoshi's captain, approached her with a kind smile. She must be really hungry "Don't worry, Kataoka-san," she said gently, holding out a neatly wrapped lunch box. "I brought some lunch. Would you like some?"

"I want my taco, djey! That beanpole ate it!" Yuuki grumbled.

Mihoko gently smiled at the first year and patiently opened the lunch box, "There is no taco here but this will be something to fill you up since you are really hungry."

Yuuki sniffled, accepting the lunch box with gratitude. Upon opening it, her eyes lit up at the sight of the cute octopus-shaped sausages. "Tako-san wieners! These will do the trick!" she exclaimed, regaining her energy as she devoured them. "Taco and Tako-san sound alike, djey!"

Fueled by the unexpected boost, Yuuki felt ready for the match. But as the first hanchan progressed, it quickly became clear that this would be no easy game. Jun Inoue, with a calm and calculating demeanour, seemed to have the upper hand, controlling the flow of the game effortlessly.

"I'll pon that," the Ryuumonbuchi's vanguard made an unusual call that won't progress her hand and win.

Each time Yuuki tried to build a hand, Jun would make a call, disrupting her plans and winning most of the hands.

Yuuki struggled to keep up, her usual fiery playstyle stifled by Jun's relentless interference. Even though she was fired up by the tako-san wieners, it seemed like every time she tried to make a move, Jun was one step ahead, throwing her off balance.

As the first hanchan drew to a close, feeling down and depleted of her favourite snack, Yuuki is very frustrated that she hasn't won a hand.

"Yuu-chan!" Maho called her friend as she enters the playing hall. Behind her is the rest of Kiyosumi team.

"You all came," Yuuki stated slightly touched. "I'm sorry I lost so many points."

"The game is not done yet," Nodoka reminded her friend. "Besides this is a team competition."

Mako turned at Nodoka's direction proud that her kouhai said what she said. She then grinned at Hisa who also looked at her seemingly knowing what she just thought.

"Okay, I think Suga-kun here has something to give you." Hisa stated pushing Kyoutaro at Yuuki's direction.

Kyoutaro who is holding a bag full of tacos, showed it to Yuuki and said, "You don't know how hard it is to find tacos this early in the morning,"

Yuuki immediately yanked the bagged of Kyoutaro, peeked inside then looked tearfully at the sole male member of the Kiyosumi Mah-jong Club. "T-thank you," the expression suddenly changed and she energetically announced, "You are such a good dog djey!"

Yuuki jumped on Kyoutaro's back with the intention of patting her 'dogs' head. Maho then looked at Yuuki's tacos and said "It looks good, I guess Yuu-chan wouldn't mind if I eat one."

Faster than the lightning, Yuuki grabbed the tacos back to her chest protectively and hissed like a cat, "No one touches my tacos!" She proceeds to shoved one taco in her mouth.

Nodoka who is wincing at the lack of table manners of her friend, is also worrying for potential choking hazard, "Slow down, Yuuki!"

Hisa watched Yuuki, still excitedly finishing her tacos, and thought carefully about the match ahead. Yuuki had been struggling with Jun Inoue's interference—calling tiles at just the right time to throw off the flow of Yuuki's hands. It was an unusual tactic, but one that had proven effective.

Jun's controlling the flow, Hisa mused to herself. Yuuki's aggressive playstyle, where she declares riichi to lock in a hand, might be playing into Jun's strategy. If Yuuki is forced to stay open, it might disrupt Jun's rhythm instead.

"Alright, alright!" Hisa bringing back the attention to her, "Yuuki you were having trouble from the Ryuumonbuchi, aren't you?"

Yuuki, chewing on another taco, nodded. "It's unfair, djey! Every time she calls, it feels like my winning tile is getting farther away, even when I'm in East!"

Nodoka inhaled at Yuuki's statement but didn't make a comment. Some part of her is still adamant on her beliefs but she knew better and she needs to do the best for her team.

Mako noted that Nodoka didn't make any comment about superstitions and about how illogical it is for Yuuki to know how far her winning tile is, and slightly smiled at her captain's resolve.

"I guess she can perceive the flow, Yuuki." Hisa put her hand on her chin, "I know it won't be as expensive but are you willing to not declare ricchi and to play open hands instead?" Hisa suggested.

Yuuki's shoulder slightly slumped at that, "My hands won't be as expensive but if Buchou thinks so then okay djey."

Hisa nodded gratefully at Yuuki appreciating the willingness of her kouhai to listen and follow her suggestions. "I hope that's enough but remember this is a team tournament." Hisa stopped and thoughtfully looked at the first year, "I also want you to keep an eye on Kazekoshi's Mihoko. She's been playing quietly, but there's a reason she's their vanguard. Don't underestimate her just because Jun is being more aggressive."

Yuuki nodded and proceeded to finish her tacos. She went back to playing hall as soon as she had her fill and she felt like her 'taco power' is refuelled.

When Kiyosumi was walking back to their private viewing room, Nodoka approached Hisa and asked, "Buchou, the reason why you asked Yuuki to not declare ricchi is because she is being targeted right?"

Hisa faced Nodoka and nodded, "That's right"

Nodoka remained quiet for a moment, her brows slightly furrowed as she processed Hisa's advice. If this had been before the training camp, Hisa was sure that Nodoka would have immediately rebuked the suggestion with a logical argument—probably something along the lines of "There is no such occult." But things had changed since then. Nodoka had grown more open to different perspectives, even ones that didn't always make perfect sense according to strict logic.

Hisa could almost see the gears turning in Nodoka's head as she mulled over the suggestion. After a pause, Nodoka spoke up, her tone hesitant but curious. "Buchou, I understand the part about Yuuki being targeted, but I still don't quite understand the purpose of calling."

Hisa nodded thoughtfully, appreciating Nodoka's openness. "You're right, Nodoka. Declaring riichi is making Yuuki an easier target. The player from Ryuumonbuchi—Jun Inoue—has been interrupting Yuuki's hands by making calls. When Yuuki declares riichi, she's locking herself into a fixed hand and can't adjust."

Nodoka listened attentively but still seemed uncertain. "But what advantage does calling give in this case? Wouldn't it make her hand easier to read?"

Hisa hummed thoughtfully, looking down the hallway as if searching for the right words. "Well, I'm not a hundred percent sure myself, but I think if Yuuki plays open hands, it might confuse Jun Inoue. Right now, Jun seems to be reacting to Yuuki's aggressive playstyle. By changing tactics and staying open, Yuuki could break Jun's rhythm. It's a gamble." Hisa put her hand under her chin, "I think it might get harder for Ryuumonbuchi to read the flow."

Nodoka considered this, her eyes reflecting her internal debate. "So, you're suggesting that Yuuki could throw off Jun's ability to control the 'flow'?"

Hisa smiled, impressed by Nodoka's quick understanding. "Exactly. It might not be as straightforward as declaring riichi for a higher-value hand, but if it helps Yuuki avoid getting blocked, we could turn things around."

Nodoka nodded, her expression softening as she accepted the reasoning. "I see."

Hisa's smile widened. "Thanks, Nodoka. I'm proud that you're willing to try out these strategies, even if they don't always follow logic."

Nodoka gave a small, thoughtful smile in return. "It's not easy, but I've learned that there are some things in mah-jong that can't always be explained by numbers alone."

Hisa chuckled softly. "Welcome to my world."

Back at the playing table, Yuuki sat down with renewed energy, her bag of tacos secured, and her confidence bolstered by the advice from Hisa and the rest of the team. She eyed her opponents: Kazekoshi's captain Mihoko Fukuji, the beanpole Inoue Jun from Ryuumonbuchi, and Tsuruga's Tsuyama Mutsuki, who had been quietly biding her time throughout the game.

The tiles were drawn, and as the first few rounds played out, Yuuki's hand began to take shape quickly. It wasn't the most expensive hand, but it was solid. Normally, she would've immediately declared riichi and pressed forward, but Hisa's words echoed in her mind. No riichi this time...

Yuuki glanced at Jun Inoue, who was already focused on her, anticipating her usual explosive declaration. Not this time, djey, Yuuki thought, deciding to hold back her riichi and play damaten.

Inoue Jun, who had been carefully observing Yuuki, felt a slight twinge of confusion. Yuuki's playstyle was typically direct—she would declare riichi as soon as her hand was ready, locking in her path to victory. But now, there was something different, Jun's brow furrowed as she watched Yuuki carefully discard a tile without making the expected declaration. What's going on? she wondered, narrowing her eyes. Is she not in tenpai yet?

Mihoko and Mutsuki continued playing their hands calmly, but Jun couldn't shake her growing suspicion. Something felt off, but Yuuki's reluctance to declare riichi suggested that she was far from completing her hand. Jun decided not to waste her effort disrupting Yuuki this round, thinking it was safe to focus on advancing her own hand.

Several turns later, the tension grew as the tiles began to dwindle. Jun was feeling confident that the game was under her control, especially since Yuuki had yet to show any signs of a completed hand. She's still struggling... good. Jun mentally relaxed, allowing herself a small smile as she prepared to advance her own hand.

But in the next moment, Yuuki boldly revealed her hand, calling a tile she just discarded. "Ron!" Yuuki announced triumphantly, her grin wide as she laid down her tiles. Her victory wasn't massive, but it was enough to surprise the table.

Jun's eyes widened in shock. What?! She was in tenpai? Her fingers gripped the edge of the table as the realization hit her—Yuuki had been playing differently, holding back instead of declaring riichi like she normally would. She tricked me... Jun clenched her jaw slightly, her competitive spirit flaring. Someone gave her advice. She's not playing like herself...

The game resumed, and Yuuki's strategy continued to evolve. Now that Jun had seen Yuuki play damaten, her mind was racing to adjust. If this brat is going to play this way, I need to change too, Jun thought, her expression hardening with resolve. She shifted gears, deciding to play more aggressively to seize control of the game once again. She began making more calls, forcing the flow of the game into her hands. Each time a tile she needed appeared, she swiftly declared "pon" or "chi," attempting to throw the rhythm off balance.

But Yuuki had anticipated this. Hisa's advice came flooding back as she watched Jun try to steer the game. Call tiles when you need to. Instead of her preferred close hands, Yuuki called a lot, somehow making the flow hard to read.

Soon, Yuuki found herself in a strong position once more. Her hand wasn't expensive, but it was solid—and she had what she needed. Another tile from Mutsuki entered the discard pile, and Yuuki didn't hesitate. "Pon!" she declared, calling the tile to further advance her hand.

Jun, who had been waiting for Yuuki to play into her trap, was caught off guard yet again. She's playing open-handed... and winning? Jun thought, her frustration bubbling beneath the surface. Her carefully crafted strategy of interrupting Yuuki's aggressive style was falling apart. The opponent she had initially pegged as predictable was suddenly playing smart.

As Yuuki continued to make calls and gradually build her hand, Jun felt her control over the game slipping away. Her eyes flicked back and forth between Yuuki's tiles and the rest of the table, trying to regain her composure. How is she doing this? she wondered, her frustration evident in the slight tightening of her grip on the tiles.

Just as the tension in the room reached its peak, Yuuki made her move. She placed her final tile down with a broad grin and declared, "Tsumo!" Her open hand won the race, much to the surprise of the rest of the players.

Jun's eyes widened once more. And she won again? The realization struck her hard. She's completely changed her style... Someone really did give her advice... Jun clenched her teeth as the points were tallied, feeling the pressure mount. I need to stop this brat, and fast.

Meanwhile, Yuuki's energy was soaring, her confidence in her new strategy growing. The unexpected win left her feeling invigorated, and the taste of victory—along with the lingering flavour of her tacos—only fueled her determination to keep going.

As the tension in the match escalated, Kazekoshi's Fukuji Mihoko was carefully observing her opponents. Despite Yuuki's surprising shift in strategy and Jun's aggressive tactics, Mihoko had stayed mostly quiet throughout the match. But inside, her mind was racing. She knew that as the ace of her team, it was her responsibility to step up now. Kazekoshi couldn't afford to lag behind in points, especially with Ryuumonbuchi's captain Amae Koromo. She needs to give a comfortable lead for her team.

Mihoko's thoughts briefly lingered on her responsibility. I need to do my best for the team, she reminded herself. Her usually calm demeanor belied the sharp instincts she possessed. With a deep breath, Mihoko made a decision. It was time—the one ability that had earned her the ace position on Kazekoshi.

As Mihoko subtly opened her right eye, she felt the familiar clarity settle in. It was as if the entire flow of the game lay bare before her, every tile a part of a larger puzzle she could now see in perfect detail.

Her gaze swept the table, first landing on Yuuki. Yuuki's newfound confidence and boldness were evident in her open-handed playstyle, a sharp contrast to her usual explosive, closed-hand declarations of riichi. Mihoko noted how Yuuki had been winning with a steady stream of small, open hands. She's no longer pushing for high-value hands—she's playing strategically, more aware of the flow of the game. This isn't the same Yuuki we faced before.

Mihoko examined Yuuki's discards carefully, her sharp eye catching the patterns. There—an early discard of a 3-pin, followed by a safe 8-man. With each tile, Mihoko pieced together Yuuki's hand. She's going for tanyao—an open hand, low value but quick. Mihoko narrowed her focus, calculating the tiles that would allow Yuuki to complete her hand.

I can't let her take control again.

Rather than focusing solely on building her own hand, Mihoko adjusted her discards to disrupt Yuuki's potential. She avoided discarding anything between 2 and 8 in the pin and man suits, knowing that Yuuki would likely pounce on those tiles to complete her open tanyao hand. Instead, Mihoko discarded a distant honor tile, keeping the rhythm of her own hand intact while subtly blocking Yuuki's path.

Her attention shifted to Inoue Jun, whose aggressive strategy had become even more apparent. Jun was calling relentlessly, trying to manipulate the flow of the game, especially targeting Yuuki. But Mihoko saw through her. Jun's calls, while disruptive, were also revealing. Each call gave Mihoko more information about what Jun needed. She's focusing too much on Yuuki, Mihoko thought, her mind analysing Jun's discards and calls with surgical precision.

Jun had just called a "chi" on a 5-man tile, leaving Mihoko with a critical decision. Should she advance her own hand by discarding a similar tile or hold back? Mihoko weighed the options. Discarding now would speed up her own progress, but it would also give Jun exactly what she needed to win the hand. No, it's too dangerous, Mihoko decided, gently discarding a 1-sou instead—a tile that wouldn't help Jun or Yuuki.

Kazekoshi player, what is she up to... Jun thought, her grip tightening on her tiles as Mihoko's calm but deadly playstyle started to take control.

Meanwhile, Yuuki, still riding the high from her recent wins, suddenly found herself unable to advance her hand as smoothly as before. With every passing turn, Yuuki's opportunities seemed to slip further away, and the frustration began to mount on her face.

Jun hesitated, her hand hovering over her tiles as she scanned the table. Mihoko's discard had thrown her off balance. That's right, Mihoko thought, I won't give you what you need. She kept her expression calm and serene, not revealing the satisfaction she felt in derailing Jun's plan.

Meanwhile, Mihoko hadn't forgotten about Tsuruga's Tsuyama Mutsuki. She had been playing quietly, her style almost invisible throughout the game. But Mihoko's sharp eye didn't miss a thing. Mutsuki's discards were cautious, almost too cautious. She's not confident in her hand, Mihoko noted, her thoughts racing.

As the tiles dwindled, Mihoko's understanding of the game crystallized. She had gathered enough information to make her final move. Her hand was shaping up—solid, strong, but not flashy. She didn't need a high-value win; what mattered was maintaining control and ensuring that neither Jun nor Yuuki could break the game's balance.

When Mutsuki discarded a 7-pin, Mihoko knew it was time. This is it. She calmly drew her tile, her eyes scanning the table one final time. I am Kazekoshi's Captain. She revealed her hand with a serene, almost ethereal calm. "Tsumo."

The other players looked on in shock as Mihoko revealed her hand—perfectly calculated and perfectly timed.

While the rest of the players slowly realised what happened, Mihoko, however, remained serene, her focus unbroken. Each tile she discarded was precise, deliberate, as if she could see into the future. Her predictions were proving true time and time again. The other players struggled to keep up as she slowly, methodically began to dominate the match.

Mihoko proceeded win the rest of the game. The point tally came in, and it was clear: Mihoko had dominated the remainder of the match, earning a convincing win with a 42,000-point gain.

Ahh I lost badly, Touka is gonna whine on me. Jun thought with a silent groan but then a small smile can be seen on her face as she exits the playing hall, I haven't had that much fun in a while.

Mihoko gently closed her right eye again, her expression calm but satisfied. Savouring the atmosphere in the prefectural finals. She had done her part for Kazekoshi, and now it was up to the rest of the team to carry them to victory. She went back to Kazekoshi's viewing room and the rest of her team mates congratulated her for her play.

There's someone advising Kiyosumi's vanguard, she thought when she caught sight of the first year, reflecting on Yuuki's surprising performance. This tournament is going to be tougher than I expected.

Hisa looked at the door as it opens and revealed their first- year vanguard who is obviously frustrated with her match, ara ara.

"Yuu-chan!" Maho called out when she noticed her friend is back. "Are you ok—" She was immediately cut-off by Nodoka who shook her head at the purple-haired girl.

Yuuki won't allow herself to appear weak in front of us, Nodoka thought before making a decision.

"Buchou, we will just go and buy some drinks." Nodoka then proceeded to signal to the first years to follow her. "Someya- senpai, good luck with your match."

Mako just raised her hand and nodded understandingly at Nodoka. She then looked at Yuuki, "I have to go my match now, watch this senpai win." Before she walked away towards the playing hall.

Yuuki then dejectedly looked at Hisa, eyes teary and said "I didn't win djey!"

Hisa patted Yuuki's head before leading her to the couch to sit down, "You did your best, Yuuki."

Yuuki still frustrated about the outcome and her voice croaked, "I'm so sorry Buchou."

Hisa slightly tapped Yuuki's head, "Hey the match is not over yet." She then gestured for the first year to lay her head on her lap and said, "We will work on it, after all there is still the Nationals."

Mako entered the playing hall, her demeanour calm but focused. As she adjusted her seat, she removed her glasses and set them aside. The world around her blurred slightly, but that was how she preferred it—removing distractions, allowing her to see the 'face' of the table.

Miharu Yoshitome of Kazekoshi sat across from her, an air of determination surrounding her to protect her team's solid lead. Next to her was Tsuruga's Senoo Kaori, a second-year with a blank, almost nervous expression. Then there was Sawamura Tomoki from Ryuumonbuchi, who looked a bit calm and stoic.

Kazekoshi was already in the lead with a comfortable 142,000 points, while Kiyosumi trailed behind at 88,900. Mako knew this match would be crucial to closing that gap. She took a deep breath. I have to get it crackin.'

The tiles were drawn, and as the first few hands played out, Mako noticed Kaori's odd discards. They didn't make any sense. The tiles were scattered, uncoordinated, and seemingly random. Mako's brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of Kaori's choices. It was as if she wasn't even trying to build a hand, simply throwing away tiles with no thought. What is she doing?

She's even spacing out her tile awkwadly… Mako's eyes narrowed as she tried to process the absurdity. It's like she's not even aware of the game she's playing. It wasn't just her own frustration that was rising—Sawamura Tomoki from Ryuumonbuchi was clearly thrown off as well despite the display of a solid defense, a dark aura beginning to emanate from his usually calm and stoic presence.

Mako glanced over at Miharu Yoshitome, the Kazekoshi player, who appeared completely unaffected by the chaos Kaori was introducing. Coolly, Miharu declared a cheap "Ron" off of one of Kaori's senseless discards. It wasn't a big hand, but it was enough to keep Miharu's confidence steady. Of course, Mako thought bitterly. She's using Kaori's confusion to her advantage.

Senoo Kaori, meanwhile, bit her lip, clearly rattled by the atmosphere. Her hands trembled slightly as pay the Kazekoshi's Sergeant. She wasn't oblivious to the tension—she could feel the eyes of the other players on her, and it made her even more anxious. Why am I here? she wondered, her heart pounding in her chest. I'm not supposed to be this far…

Kaori had never intended to make it to this stage. She wasn't like the strong players on her team. She was just a filler, someone who had just learned mah-jong so Tsuruga can make the cut for the team tournament. Yet, here she was, sitting at a table in the finals, and her every move felt like it was being dissected. I'm not good enough... she thought, her mind spiraling. Her discards became even more erratic as her nerves got the best of her.

Mako continued to watch the game unfold, her stress mounting as Kaori's discards grew more baffling with each passing turn. The tiles scattered like fallen leaves, no clear pattern, no logic behind them. What is she doing? Mako pressed her fingertips to her temples, feeling the onset of a headache. Kaori wasn't just hard to read—she was impossible to predict.

The headache was starting to worsen, but then, as if from nowhere, Mako's thoughts drifted to her own team, specifically to Kyoutarou and Maho. She couldn't help but draw a parallel between Kaori's clumsy play and the times she had sat across from those two at practice.

Kyoutarou was always forgetting the yakus, often making frustrating mistakes that threw off the rhythm of the game. And Maho, while full of raw potential, sometimes played like a total beginner. Wait... a beginner? The thought struck Mako like a lightning bolt.

She blinked, her headache easing for a moment as realization dawned on her. That's it. Kaori was playing like a complete novice, the same way Maho and Kyoutarou sometimes did in practice. Mako had dealt with this kind of erratic play before, though in much smaller stakes. It's chaotic, but it's not impossible to handle...

A wry smile tugged at her lips. She couldn't believe it, but for the first time, she was thankful for having two beginners on her team. Their unpredictable play styles had stressed her out countless times during practice, but it had also prepared her for exactly this kind of situation.

I can't let myself get thrown off. Mako adjusted her grip on the tiles, a new sense of calm settling over her. If I could handle Kyoutarou and Maho in a game together, I can handle this. Kaori's discards weren't just random—they were the movements of someone who didn't fully grasp the game yet. Mako had seen it before, and now that she recognized it, she could use it to her advantage.

The next hand began, and this time, Mako's focus shifted. Instead of stressing over Kaori's randomness, she started to watch the other players more closely—especially Miharu. She's taking advantage of Tsuruga's chaos to keep scoring small wins... Mako thought. But now, Mako was ready. She wasn't going to let Miharu run away with the game anymore.

As she drew her next tile, a surge of confidence filled her. It's time to get cracking.

Mako settled into the flow of the match, her newfound clarity giving her the upper hand. She began to win small, cheap hands, focusing on outpacing Miharu. She was closing the point gap step by step, keeping her hands quick and simple. Miharu tried to maintain her momentum, but Mako's steady play was starting to shift the balance.

After she claimed another small win, Mako noticed something strange. Her eyes darted toward Kaori, who was spacing her tiles in an odd way again, this time more deliberately. Kaori had three pairs of four tiles each, with one lone tile awkwardly sitting at the end of her row. Mako's instincts flared, a warning she couldn't ignore. What is she doing now?

Mako's pulse quickened as she evaluated the situation. Kaori's earlier chaotic play was erratic, but this… this was starting to look intentional, if not entirely correct. Mako narrowed her eyes. Three pairs of four... and that lone tile? Her instincts screamed at her, and she shifted her playstyle to defence, quickly deciding it was too risky to press for more quick wins.

Should I try to outrace her? Mako considered it, weighing the risks. A fast, cheap hand could put her in a better position, but with the point spread as it was, Tsuruga's Kaori is such a big target, and Ryuumonbuchi's Tomoki was the dealer. That meant a huge win from Kaori could shift the game dramatically—it might put Kiyosumi in a better position.

No... it's better to defend and wait this out, Mako decided, carefully discarding safe tiles and watching Kaori's movements like a hawk. She was alert, ready for anything, but even so, she was still caught off guard by what happened next.

Kaori drew her tile, pausing for a moment, then smiled nervously. "Tsumo... Toitoi, I think?" Her uncertain voice echoed across the table, drawing confused glances from everyone else.

Her voice was uncertain, but the declaration silenced the room. Miharu's composed expression faltered for the first time, her eyes widening in disbelief. That can't be right, Miharu thought, staring at the tiles. How did she...

Tomoki looked stunned, but Mako, who had been carefully watching the whole time, felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise. No way… She leaned forward slightly, her voice calm but certain.

"That's not Toitoi," Mako said, catching everyone's attention. "It's Suuankou."

A hushed silence fell over the table as the gravity of Mako's words hit. Kaori, more surprised than anyone, blinked in shock. "Suuankou? What is that?" she asked, her expression full of confusion.

Mako nodded. "It's a yakuman, worth 32,000 points."

Kaori's face turned ghostly pale as the weight of her hand sank in. She had won a yakuman, a hand worth more than she could have ever imagined, and she hadn't even known it. She looked around at the others, eyes wide with shock.

The other players stared, trying to process what had just unfolded. Miharu, despite her composure, looked visibly shaken, and Tomoki shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

Mako, on the other hand, remained steady. She had seen it coming, and although Kaori's win was a massive blow, Mako was more prepared than anyone else at the table. 32,000 points…Kazekoshi won't be able to go for a quick win.

Mako sighed and centred herself, I can't believe she managed to complete that hand without even knowing what it is, she thought wryly. Nevertheless, I should take advantage of their confusion.

At the end of the Seargent's match, the scores were as follows:

Kazekoshi Girls' High School- 129,000 Yoshitome Miharu (-13000)

Tsuruga Academy -104,600 Senoo Kaori (23200)

Kiyosumi High School-95900 Someya Mako (7000)

Ryuumonbuchi High School- 70,500 Sawamura Tomoki (-17200)

Mako leaned back in her chair as the final scores were announced. Kazekoshi had taken a hit, and though Kiyosumi remained in third place, they had closed the gap. Mako exhaled slowly, letting the tension from the match ease out of her shoulders. She knew the game wasn't over yet, but they had managed to avoid a complete disaster, especially after that yakuman.

Kaori still looked dazed, as if she couldn't believe what had just happened. Mako gave her a brief glance, feeling a strange sense of understanding. She doesn't even know how lucky she got...

As the players to leave except for the Kazekoshi Sergeant, Mako allowed herself a moment to regroup. The intensity of the match began to fade, replaced by the familiar, comforting atmosphere of the Kiyosumi viewing room. Mako walked through the corridors of the hall, her footsteps echoing lightly as she made her way back to her teammates.

Entering the viewing room, she was greeted by the sight of her teammates waiting for her, each of them with their own emotions simmering beneath the surface. The contrast between the chaotic match and the warm, supportive environment of the team was striking. Mako took a deep breath and smiled, ready to share the outcome of the game with her friends.

It seems like the first years are back. She stepped inside and found her teammates waiting, each of them with their own emotions simmering beneath the surface. Hmm, seems like Buchou asked Kyoutaro to go on another errand.

"Sorry, we're in third place," Mako said apologetically, but her voice lacked the regret she once would have felt. After all, she had fought hard, and the match could have ended much worse.

Before anyone could respond, Yuuki leaped up, her usual enthusiasm barely contained. "Third place? We would've been in first if it weren't for that crazy yakuman djey!" she exclaimed, her bright energy cutting through the lingering tension of the match.

Maho proceeded to copy her friend Yuuki and sang praises to Mako. Nodoka looked at her friends' antics then looked at Mako and said, "That was a good game, Someya-senpai."

Hisa chuckled, shaking her head. "Don't sell yourself short, Mako. You did a great job defending and cutting the gap between Kazekoshi. And look, the most dangerous team is in last place."

Mako smiled, and looked at her teammates… Nodoka, Maho, Hisa, and lastly at Yuuki. "Yeah, after all this is a team tournament. We've still got a lot of work to do."

"And that's my cue," Hisa announced to the room. She stood up from her seat smirking at her teammates. "Maho, go have some banana and milk for your match later."

Mako looked at Hisa, expression flat and quipped, "Oi."

Mihoko escorted Bundou Seika for her match, her usual calm demeanor unwavering. But that wasn't her only concern—Yoshitome-san must be devastated after such a grueling match.

As they passed the emptying playing hall, Mihoko caught sight of Miharu still sitting at the table, her head bowed. The grey-haired girl's disappointment was palpable, and Mihoko's heart went out to her. She crossed the room, her movements swift yet gentle, and without hesitation, pulled the younger girl into a hug. "You did great defending our lead," she murmured, her hand resting reassuringly on Miharu's head.

"Captain!" Miharu exclaimed, surprised at the sudden gesture. "I could've done better. I should've capitalized on the lead you gave me…"

Mihoko shook her head, cutting off her self-reproach. "You did well, Miharu. We're still in the lead, and that's what matters. Now, let's go support Bundou-san." Her voice was soft but firm, a mixture of warmth and resolve.

Miharu slowly rose, her captain's words settling in. She turned toward their lieutenant, who was preparing for her match. "Bundou-san, good luck," she called out, her voice steadier now.

Mihoko, ever the supportive leader, added, "You can do it, Bundou-san!"

"Yes, Captain!" Bundou replied, determination flashing in her eyes. She walked toward the table, ready for the challenge ahead.

As Mihoko and Miharu began to make their way back to the viewing room, something made Mihoko freeze in her tracks. Her eyes flicked back toward the table where Bundou was settling in, and there heading towards the mah-jong table is Kiyosumi's red-haired lieutenant.

It can't be…Mihoko continued to stare at the red-haired girl of Kiyosumi, Ueno-san? Mihoko's eyes widened in shock, both of them, a rare sight for anyone familiar with her.

Yoshitome Miharu noticed her captain's sudden stillness, turning to see what had caused the reaction. "Captain?" she asked, concern lacing her voice.

Mihoko blinked, her mind racing. She closed her right eye again, masking her earlier surprise, but the worry hadn't faded. She knew exactly what they were up against now.

"No," she muttered under her breath, "I should have known Ueno-san would be playing."

"What's wrong, Captain?" Mihoko glanced back at the playing hall, a sense of foreboding settling in. "Bundou-san needs to be careful," she said, her voice low. "Ueno-san is dangerous."

As Miharu led Mihoko out of the hall, she casted a worried glance at her captain and at the direction of their team's lieutenant. She couldn't shake the feeling that this match would be more intense than they had anticipated. Mihoko's unease only made that more certain.

Hisa looked at the direction of the entrance, with a nagging feeling, she tilted her head a flicker of recognition passing through her and wondered, Kazekoshi's vanguard…have we met before? Hisa wondered for a moment, her curiosity piqued, but the thought quickly slipped away. Her attention turned to the table in front of her, the tournament atmosphere crackling with energy.

The tension of the match settled around her, yet it was thrilling—exactly where she wanted to be. "Finally, after three years—this is my one and only shot to go to the Nationals," she thought, flipping a tile to determine her seat.

She glanced at her opponents: Kunihiro Hajime of Ryuumonbuchi, Kanbara Satomi from Tsuruga, and Bundou Seika from Kazekoshi. Her grin grew wider, a hint of challenge dancing in her eyes.

"Good game," she said, her voice brimming with confidence.

She looked down at her initial hand, the tiles cool beneath her fingers. A fleeting thought crossed her mind—What would Nodoka do with a hand like this? Nodoka's logical, precise playstyle was so different from Hisa's own unpredictable strategies, but there was no point in dwelling on that now. Hisa exhaled slowly and let the question slip away as she refocused on the tiles in front of her.

The opening rounds were tense, with players eyeing each other, sizing up their opponents. Hisa felt a knot of nerves in her chest, but as the tiles clacked across the table, she slipped into the rhythm of the match. The nervousness began to fade, replaced by the razor-sharp focus she thrived on. She could feel the flow of the game, the ebb and pull of momentum. This is my game and I would play it my way, Hisa thought.

It didn't take long for Hisa to make her move. She noticed a pattern—a subtle inconsistency in Kazekoshi's play. Bundou Seika was making small mistakes, hesitating on her discards, her decisions lacking the crispness that Hisa expected from Kazekoshi. Hmm, let me see, it was a window, and Hisa will exploit it.

Hisa then received a tile she previously discarded, now why would you come to me? Hisa thought for a second then decided to keep the tile, there must be some reason why. Hisa knew it was risky to play this way but then she remembered what she said to Nodoka before, I dare to choose a bad wait, and then I win. That's the way I play. And that's the way I am. Instead of a 3-way wait, Hisa chose a hell wait and declared "Ricchi!"

Bundou Seika was the first to falter, her uncertainty growing with each hand. Hisa could see it in the way Seika's eyes darted between the tiles and her opponents, her confidence eroding as she misread the flow of the game. Hisa's bad waits had started to get under her skin, leading her to make even more mistakes. A miscalculated discard here, an overly defensive move there. Hisa pounced on each error, building her hand in secret while Seika scrambled to regain her footing.

Across the table, Kunihiro Hajime of Ryuumonbuchi watched Hisa with a wary gaze. She had been observing Hisa's moves for a while now, her sharp instincts telling her something wasn't quite right. Hisa's unpredictability was unnerving, could she really be this strong? Hajime couldn't shake the comparison to Amae Koromo. Hajime shook her head, Kiyosumi's style wasn't as overwhelming as Koromo's, but it carried a different kind of danger—a subtle, creeping threat that was hard to pin down.

As the rounds progressed, Hisa's confidence grew. She had the momentum now, and she knew how to maintain it.

Her hand came together faster than she'd expected, but she didn't rush to reveal it. Instead, she let the tension build, her opponents still scrambling to make sense of her discards. Hisa's bad waits had done their job—none of them saw it coming.

She drew another tile, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Perfect.

With a confident flick, she shoots the tile in the air and slammed it back on the table, "Tsumo"

The word hung in the air, and for a moment, the entire table was still. Hisa revealed in that split second of stunned silence, her grin widening. The hanchan was hers, and she had seized it with precision and flair. Now, we are on the lead.

They were given time for a short break and Hisa leaned back in her chair, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She had them exactly where she wanted them. This match was far from over, but Hisa knew one thing for sure: she wasn't going to let this opportunity slip away.

"Wahaha, I didn't win at all," Kanbara from Tsuruga spouted.

Hisa looked at her amusedly, grinning widely and teasingly said, "Next hanchan too." Before she got distracted by Kazekoshi vanguard who went straight to their lieutenant.

Fukuji Mihoko who was watching the match in their private viewing room rushed towards the playing hall with the intention of giving advice to Bundou. Ueno-san is such a dangerous player. She immediately leaned down to Bundou to whisper her advice while sneaking glances at Hisa.

Hisa who was fully expecting such development wasn't bothered at all. But…I really think I met her before, she thought while looking at the blonde who have her right eye close.

When the intermission ended, Hisa could immediately feel the shift in the game's atmosphere. The earlier rounds had been tense, but now the pressure was palpable. Everyone had grown more cautious; their movements deliberate as they tightened their defenses. The easy openings Hisa had exploited before were pretty much gone, and it became much harder to find a way to outwit them. Her opponents were more protective of their points, unwilling to take the same risks they had in the earlier hanchan.

Kazekoshi, in particular, had drastically altered their approach. It was clear that Fukuji Mihoko's advice during the intermission had taken root. Bundou's discards now were no longer allowing Hisa the same leeway she had exploited earlier. Kazekoshi's lieutenant wasn't making any bold moves, but her consistent defensive play was making it hard to play as aggressively as before.

Ryuumonbuchi's Kunihiro Hajime was equally cautious, but with a sharper edge. She wasn't just defending—she was actually attacking. Hajime's playstyle was more aggressive than Bundou's; she wasn't satisfied with merely protecting her points. She wanted to regain control of the game. When Hajime declared a dealer's riichi, it sent a ripple of tension across the table. As the dealer, her win would be magnified, and the pressure weighed heavily on everyone else.

Hisa looked at her tiles, carefully considering her options. She didn't have a winning hand, all the tile she needed was already discarded but that didn't mean she couldn't turn the tide. Hajime's riichi was a clear power play, and Hisa knew that if left unchecked, it could snowball. Hmm, I guess I should gamble here, Hisa thought internally grinning at herself. She made a decision—a bold one that left her opponents second-guessing themselves, banking on her performance from the previous hanchan.

She declared riichi.

There was no actual path to victory in her hand, no hidden wait that could lead to a win. But that wasn't the point. Hisa wasn't playing to win this round; she was playing to disrupt the others. The declaration hung in the air; its impact immediate. Bundou Seika hesitated, her focus shaken as she eyed Hisa's potential threat. Tsuruga's Kanbara Satomi, already on edge, started playing more conservatively, reluctant to deal into either Hajime or Hisa's hands. Even Hajime, despite her confident riichi, couldn't help but glance at Hisa with wary.

Bundou stared at her tiles, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of Hisa's latest move. Ricchi again? She felt a knot tighten in her stomach. Hisa's unpredictable bad waits had already rattled her nerves earlier in the match, and now it felt like she was being pushed into a corner. She's not following any conventional strategy... Bundou thought, her brow furrowing.

What is she up to? Bundou's hand hovered over a tile, hesitating for a second too long before pulling it back. She had been making costly mistakes. Hisa's unusual discards had thrown her off balance from the start, and now she found herself second-guessing every choice. Her thoughts spiraled, frustration creeping in. The pressure built, the weight of Kazekoshi's reputation bearing down on her shoulders. Captain is watching... I can't let her down!

I can't lose more points… not like this, she thought, her pulse quickening. She glanced at the other players, trying to gauge their reactions. Kunihiro seemed more focused, as if she was planning something, while Kanbara from Tsuruga still wore that carefree smile. But Bundou knew better—everyone was treading carefully.

The round dragged on, each player growing more cautious, their moves deliberate and slow. The tension in the air thickened with each discarded tile, and Bundou found herself holding her breath every time it was Hisa's turn. The clack of the tiles had become deafening, each sound reverberating in her mind. Bundou's thoughts raced: Is this tile safe? Her hand hovered uncertainly, and she hesitated, unwilling to risk another mistake.

And then—silence.

The last tile was drawn.

For a moment, the entire table seemed to freeze. The players exchanged glances, eyes flickering between one another, no one wanting to be the first to speak. The atmosphere was suffocating, the weight of the round hanging in the air like a storm about to break.

Bundou swallowed hard, her throat dry. A draw? She wasn't sure anymore; the tension had her second-guessing everything. Kunihiro's gaze was sharp, her focus unbroken, while Kanbara's smile had dimmed, replaced by a wary expression. And then there was Hisa, still wearing that faint grin, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Hisa leaned forward, casually flipping over her hand. "Tenpai," she declared, her voice cutting through the thick silence.

The round had ended in a draw, yet it felt like a loss. Hisa's empty riichi had stolen the momentum, dragging everyone into her pace. Bundou clenched her fists under the table, frustration and embarrassment welling up inside her. She wasn't even aiming to win, but she still won in her own way.

What? Hajime blinked when she realised what the player from Kiyosumi just did. She glanced at Hisa with her eyes widen from the absurdity of the play that she just witnessed. I am not sure whether she's a genius or an idiot.

"Wahaha, you got me," Kanbara Satomi light heartedly declared.

That riichi had been reckless, but it had worked. It had broken the flow of the game and forced everyone to play more defensively. Even though it didn't lead to a win, Hisa had seized control of the tempo, dictating the pace of the match.

Hisa leaned back in her seat, her grin faint but present. The hand might have ended in a draw, but in her mind, she had achieved exactly what she'd set out to do. Kiyosumi is in the lead and now it is up to the first years.

At the end of the Lieutenant's match, the scores were as follows:

Kiyosumi High School-135,000 Takei Hisa (39,100)

Ryuumonbuchi High School- 99,00 Kunihiro Hajime (28,500)

Tsuruga Academy -86,000 Kanbara Satomi (-18,600)

Kazekoshi Girls' High School- 80,000 Bundou Seika (-49000)

"Good job Buchou!" Yuuki was already munching on a taco, but that didn't stop her from singing the President's praises when Hisa went back to the room.

"You finally showed them your horns, Buchou" Mako smirked and added teasingly, "Congratulations!"

Hisa looked at her friend, Mako, and honestly was wondering what kind of impression she showed to the second-year to have such a skewed view on her…and she is not exactly sure if Mako is congratulating her about her match or her so-called 'horns.' Regardless, she grinned back at her team and looked over at Maho who had been quiet since Hisa returned and quickly excused herself from her congratulating teammates.

Hmm, Maho looks a little nervous. Hisa put her hand over Maho's shoulder and smiled assuringly. "Hey, what's with the face?" Hisa then teasingly tried to take Maho's mind off her upcoming match. "Don't worry about your Buchou's reputation, according to Mako here it is already ruined." Hisa looked then smirked back to Mako.

Mako who already inferred what Hisa's trying to do, "Maho, our Buchou here is a known hoodlum."

"Oi" Hisa acted worried for a moment, "I can't be that bad."

"That players from your lieutenant match would immediately agree with me." Mako replied with a mock flat expression.

"Hmm, it's a good thing then our cute kouhais are gonna play soon." Hisa muttered, "I mean we can't have them thinking that Kiyosumi is a group of con-artists."

Mako's eyes widen and grinned further, "You admit it then!" To which Hisa just shrugged back.

Maho looked back and forth to her to senpai, going increasingly confused with the ongoing conversation.

Yuuki quickly quipped after swallowing her tacos, "Wait a minute, I'm cute too, djey!"

Mako looked at Yuuki then at Kyoutaro who just returned from whatever errand Hisa asked him to do, "What do you think?"

"Eh?" Kyoutaro looked extremely baffled because he was suddenly thrown in the middle of the conversation.

"Of course, Kyoutaro thinks I'm cute, djey!" Yuuki declared confidently.

Everyone light-heartedly laugh at the weird turn of events except Kyoutaro who is adamantly denying Yuuki's allegations.

Maho, who had been quietly observing her seniors' banter, felt a slight weight lift off her shoulders. She wasn't sure if they were intentionally doing it to make her feel more comfortable, but it was working. The tension she had been carrying all day now seemed almost silly compared to the absurdity of Yuuki declaring herself the cutest of them all. Her lips curved into a small smile.

Hisa shook her head and then look at Maho's direction with a twinkle in her eyes, "Well our youngest here is gonna be playing soon." She pulled Maho towards her and jokingly, "I better come with Maho, maybe if I am seen with her then my reputation may be saved."

When Hisa and Maho reached the entrance towards the playing area, Hisa turned to Maho and said. "Just enjoy the game, Maho," Hisa smile softly at the purpled-hair girl then softly push her towards the hall.

"Buchou, I will do my best!" Maho confidently said then trotted along into the play area.

When the door closed behind Maho, Hisa turned to return towards the Kiyosumi's viewing room when she saw the Kazekoshi's vanguard watching them.

Hisa tilted her head and then decided to walk towards Fukuji Mihoko who look flustered when she realised that Hisa saw her and that she is walking towards her.

Hisa smiled at her and simply stated, "You are a good captain."

"Eh?" Fukuji Mihoko not expecting the words that came out of Hisa's mouth. "Ueno-san?"

Ueno-san? Hisa smiled, "I haven't been called like that in years."

Mihoko's eyes widen, "Ah sorry, it was just—"

Hisa waved her hand stopping Mihoko and said, "Nah, it's fine. Anyway—"

Hisa was cut-off when a small figure suddenly stopped and went in between them. Ara ara a protective one.

"Captain!" the short dark-haired girl who almost resembles a cat stood defensively between Mihoko and Hisa who is looking amused at the current development.

Kana's eyes narrowed, her body instinctively moving to shield her captain. There was something about this Kiyosumi player—her nonchalant confidence—that made Kana's instincts flare up. She wasn't sure what it was, but she didn't trust her around Mihoko.

"Kana-chan, what are you doing?" Mihoko looked flustered at her kouhai's action.

"We are wondering what's holding you up, Captain." Ikeda Kana replied at her Captain but she is still looking like Hisa is the greatest threat that exist.

"Ah, I am about to return to the room." Mihoko said then looked at Hisa who just smiled reassuringly at her.

"Captain, the vice captain's match is about to begin." Kana told Mihoko urging her to return to their assigned viewing room. Mihoko nodded then looked at Hisa and said, "Please excuse us."

Hisa just continued to smile and nodded, "I'm sorry for holding you up, it is nice to see you again Fukuji-san and it's nice to meet you Ikeda-san."

Hisa waved at the two, heading towards Kiyosumi's viewing room. Fukuji Mihoko meanwhile looked stunned at what Hisa said. Does she remember?

Kana glared at Hisa, still standing defensively in front of Mihoko. What a dangerous woman, she thought. She felt the need to keep her captain far away from Kiyosumi's lieutenant.

As Maho entered the playing area, the atmosphere felt different from what she was used to. It was as though the air around the table itself was charged with a subtle tension. She took her seat, her eyes sweeping over her opponents: Ryuumonbuchi Touka, Kazekoshi's Fukabori Sumiyo, and Tsuruga's Touyoko Momoko. There was an eerie stillness in the room, despite the anticipation hanging over the match.

Maho adjusted her seat and gathered her tiles, trying to ease the nervousness that was still lingering in her chest. She quickly reminded herself of Hisa's words—just enjoy the game. Her senpai believed in her, so she needed to trust herself too.

Besides, I can't let Yuu-chan make fun of me.

Maho blinked, that's strange... Maho thought. She quickly realized that there is something not ordinary on the table unlike her first few matches. Buchou said if I feel like there is some ability that I should try to do it during my delearship.

Alright, for now, I'll show them my taco power! Maho thought with newfound determination, clenching her fists under the table.

With her mind set, Maho took a quick glance at her hand. It was far from perfect, but she could work with it. The first few draws came quickly, and Maho played decisively. Her nervousness faded as her focus sharpened. She needed to be quick, or she risked falling into their traps.

"Ron desuwa," the tall blonde posh looking girl announced when Maho discarded a 2 pin. Maho held her breath and closed her eyes, "2000" Maho heard and released a sigh of relief.

This player from Kiyosumi is a newbie desuwa, Touka dejectedly thought. It is such a shame that Haramura Nodoka and I can't decide who the true idol is!

Maho, meanwhile, was trying to suppress her frustration. Yuu-chan is going to shove a taco in my mouth later for this. The thought almost made her smile, but she quickly shook her head to regain focus. She couldn't afford to let that last hand get to her.

Focus, Maho. You have to make Nodo-chan proud. She's playing after you. Her thoughts sharpened as she glanced at her tiles.

Nodo-chan always plays logically, calmly calculating the best probabilities. Maho straightened in her seat, her expression becoming more serious as she studied the tiles on the table. Her nerves settled as she analyses her hand like Nodoka would, assessing each discard and calculating the potential hands her opponents could be working toward.

The next few draws felt smoother, almost like her mind was clearing the fog of uncertainty that had been clouding her since the match began. Her hands moved with precision as she played a logical, probability-driven style. With each draw, her hand steadily improved. She didn't rush; instead, she let the game come to her, slowly building a solid and efficient hand.

And then, the moment came.

"Riichi," Maho declared, her voice steady and calm. This time, there was no hesitation. Her hand was ready, and she had done everything she could to put herself in the best position.

The other players hesitated for a moment, gauging her riichi.

She's playing differently now, Ryuumonbuchi Touka thought while the Kazekoshi player hesitated on her discard.

Maho kept her focus, suppressing the nerves that threatened to bubble up. Stay calm, just like Nodo-chan.

A few more tiles passed, and then—there it was.

"Ron!" Maho called out, revealing her hand. It wasn't flashy or extravagant, but it was efficient, and more importantly, it was a win.

Her heart swelled with pride as she collected the points.

Touka's eyes widen, clearly familiar with the playstyle that the tiny girl from Kiyosumi just did. Nodocchi? Touka shook her head, it can't be Haramura Nodoka is clearly Nodocchi!

It's my dealership! Maho thought excitedly as she reset her tiles, her earlier win fuelling her confidence. I guess I can try that now like Buchou said. Her mind raced as she recalled something peculiar, she had sensed at the table. She wasn't sure what it was, but something felt off. Maho wasn't entirely sure how it worked, but she figured it was worth trying.

But nothing seemed to happen, the atmosphere didn't change. She discarded another tile and glanced at the others, but they all continued to play normally.

What? Why isn't it working? Maho frowned, her strategy not having the desired effect. She couldn't figure out what she was doing wrong. I gotta tell Buchou later.

Meanwhile, Ryuumonbuchi Touka was watching Maho carefully. I guess that was a fluke desuwa. Touka smirked to herself.

And then, the inevitable happened.

"Tsumo!" Touka's voice rang out as she revealed her hand. The tiles were lined up neatly, revealing a solid, well-planned win.

Maho's heart sank and she slumped in her seat slightly, feeling the sting of the loss. Her dealership had been cut short, and her attempt at using someone else's ability had failed miserably. She sighed, trying to shake it off. That didn't go as planned…

Maho decided to play cautiously on the next hand just like how she was taught by Nodoka and Buchou. That is until the player from Kazekoshi won by a cheap hand worth 300/500.

As the hanchan ended, Maho stood up from the table, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. I didn't do too badly, but I need to be better... Her thoughts were a whirlwind of self-criticism and determination. She noticed Hisa waiting for her just outside the playing room.

Hisa greeted her with a calm smile, her usual confident demeanour putting Maho slightly at ease. "You did good out there, Maho," Hisa said, her voice steady but encouraging.

Maho sighed, rubbing the back of her neck shyly. "I tried to do what you said, Buchou... I felt something weird at the table, like there was some kind of energy, but when I tried to use it, it didn't work. I don't know what went wrong." Maho looked at Hisa, "there's another one but I am not sure if I should try it again."

Hisa placed a hand on Maho's shoulder, her tone firm but supportive. "There's another ability, right? One that felt more powerful?"

Hisa placed a hand on Maho's shoulder, her tone firm but supportive. "There's another ability, right?"

Maho nodded slowly, recalling that strange feeling from earlier. "Yeah... it was different from the first one, stronger somehow. But I'm worried, Buchou."

Hisa's eyes sharpened, her expression serious. "Hmm how about we wait until the last hand of the game if you think it's too dangerous. That way, if it backfires, you'll still have done your best with less risk. Better to test it out now, right?"

Maho thought for a moment, taking in her Hisa's advice. "Use it only at the last hand… I think I can do that."

Hisa nodded, the encouraging smile returning to her face. "You've got this. Trust yourself, and remember, we're all behind you."

Feeling a renewed sense of confidence, Maho clenched her fists and nodded firmly. "Right! I'll make sure to do my best, Buchou."

As Maho turned to rejoin the table for the next round, Hisa's voice echoed softly behind her. We are all behind you.

Maho is determined to play defensively, focusing on minimizing losses and observing her opponents closely just like how her team taught her.

Ryuumonbuchi Touka, meanwhile, seemed to be in top form. Her playstyle while aggressive is also logical and it allowed her to win several hands that is until Kazekoshi managed to win a gomi hand, ending her dealership and progressing the match into the South round.

The dynamic of the table shifted again, and Touka resumed her dealership with renewed vigor. Her hand was progressing nicely, and she found herself in iishanten for another pinfu hand. Feeling confident that no one was close to tenpai, she discarded a 3-pin she had drawn, considering it a safe choice.

To her astonishment, Tsuruga's Momoko declared "Ron" with a cheery, almost taunting smile. Touka's eyes widened as she looked down at her discards. A sense of disbelief washed over her. Riichi ippatsu? When did she declare riichi desuwa? There was absolutely no way she wouldn't have noticed a riichi!

When it happened again, Touka did not understand what was happening when the player from Tsuruga scored directly on her right after declaring riichi. She won't play recklessly when another player is on tenpai.

"Are you sure you declared Riichi out loud and clearly desuwa?" Touka demanded, her tone laced with irritation.

Momoko's response was cool and cheeky. "Yes, you can check the replay later if you like."

Frustrated and begrudging, Touka handed over the 5800 points, her mind racing with disbelief and anger.

Kazekoshi's Fukabori Sumiyo then took advantage of the situation, winning Tsuruga's dealership with another quick cheap hand.

During the last hand, Maho felt the weight of her previous plays and losses, but she remembered Hisa's advice. This was the time to use the second ability she had sensed earlier.

With a deep breath, she activated it.

The tiles seemed to whirl around her, "Wow, this is…" Maho thought as she fell in and out of consciousness. The game became a blur, her perception of reality distorting as she felt herself drifting into an almost out-of-body experience.

The other players in the table somehow felt an ominous aura suddenly pour out of the Kiyosumi's Vice Captain. Touka being in the constant presence of her cousin Amae Koromo halted her plan and braced herself due to immense pressure coming out of Maho. I am the dealer, desuwa!

After several turns, Maho announced emotionlessly "Tsumo Sousangen, Sanankou, Toitoi 4000/8000"

When Maho came to, the hand was over, and the other three players were staring at her with a strange kind of fear in their eyes. Maho blinked slowly, confused about why she had woken up in such a strange place. As her memory of the hand slowly returned, she realized she was playing mah-jong. She sighed in relief, I'm glad we decided to use that ability at the end of the game. Her exhaustion was palpable, and she felt like she could fall asleep right where she was, barely able to keep her eyes open.

Hisa entered the playing hall with a mix of pride and concern etched on her face. She approached Maho, who was slumped in her seat, struggling to stay awake. The contrast between the energetic cheers and Maho's exhausted state was stark.

"Good job, Maho," Hisa said with a warm smile, her voice steady but carrying an undertone of worry. "You played brilliantly. That last hand was incredible."

Maho blinked slowly, her gaze unfocused. She managed a tired smile, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thanks, Buchou… I think I did okay, but my memory of that hand is hazy."

Hisa's smile faltered as she took in Maho's weary appearance. Her eyes softened with concern. "Maho, are you alright? You look completely exhausted. Did something happen during the match?"

Maho struggled to stay awake, her eyelids heavy. "I… I used that ability you mentioned. It was… intense. I felt like I was floating, and the tiles were a blur. I'm just really tired now."

Hisa's brow furrowed as she gently placed a hand on Maho's shoulder. "Do you need anything?"

Maho's exhaustion was evident. "… Buchou, I think I need help getting back to the room."

Hisa nodded, her expression a mix of relief and continued concern. "Alright. I'll help you to get there. But if you start to feel worse, we'll call for medical assistance."

Maho gave a faint smile, her gratitude clear despite her fatigue. "Thanks, Buchou. I'll be okay."

Hajime who came to pick Touka up, looked at the Kiyosumi's player. Figuring out that the Kiyosumi player somehow copied the Touka's ability, she approached them and said to Hisa, "She probably need to sleep it off."

Hisa turned at Hajime and put two and two together, I guess it's from Ryuumonbuchi Touka. She looked gratefully at the Ryuumonbuchi's player with star sticker on her cheeks and nodded, "Thank you, Kunihiro-san."

Hisa carefully supported Maho as they made their way back to the Kiyosumi viewing room. Maho leaned heavily on her, still struggling to keep her eyes open. Every step seemed to drain what little energy she had left. When they reached the door, Hisa gave Maho a reassuring pat on the shoulder before opening it.

As soon as they entered, the team burst into joyful cheers. Yuuki jumped up from her seat, beaming. "Maho-chan! That was amazing my brethren! You totally crushed it djey!"

Nodoka clapped politely, her face lighting up with a warm smile. "You did really well, Maho."

Mako proudly nodded, "Yeah, that last hand was impressive."

However, the room quickly quieted as they noticed Maho barely able to keep her head up. She was practically half-asleep while Hisa was guiding her to a nearby couch, urging her to lie down.

"Whoa, is she okay djey?" Yuuki asked, her voice tinged with concern as she exchanged a look with Nodoka and Mako. Kyoutaro was asked by Hisa to get them some blanket from the resting room.

Hisa sighed softly, gently helping Maho ease onto the couch. "She's just exhausted," Hisa explained. "That last hand took a lot out of her. She used an intense ability during the match, and now her body's just… well, paying the price for it."

Mako's eyes softening, "I see. It must have really taken a toll, she'll be good as new after some rest, right Buchou?" To which Hisa nodded, I was worried too but it seems that Ryuumonbuchi is aware of this and told me that Maho needs rest."

Yuuki pouted, her usual energetic demeanour replaced by concern. "I didn't realize it'd be that bad…"

Nodoka stepped closer, watching Maho's peaceful yet tired face. "Should we get her some water or something?"

Hisa shook her head. "For now, just let her rest. Sleep is what she needs most."

The team nodded, gathering quietly around Maho, the earlier excitement now tempered by a shared sense of care for their teammate.

Hisa turned to Nodoka, her tone serious but supportive. "Your match is next, Nodoka."

Nodoka nodded, already clutching her stuffed toy Etopen close to her chest. Her eyes flickered over to Maho, who was now resting peacefully on the couch. A quiet determination settled over her features, but beneath that, her mind was racing.

I have to win this match... not just for me.

She adjusted her grip on Etopen, feeling the familiar fabric under her fingers, grounding her in the moment. Her gaze moved from Maho to Hisa, then to Yuuki and Mako, each of them watching her with quiet encouragement. Yuuki, though usually bouncing with energy, simply gave a small, confident grin, as if to say, "You've got this, djey."

For a moment, Nodoka stood there, feeling the weight of her teammates' hopes resting on her shoulders, but also their strength pushing her forward. This isn't just my match, she thought, it's ours.

She straightened up, her expression firming with quiet resolve. "I'm off now," she announced, her voice calm but filled with purpose.

As she walked toward the door, she hesitated for a brief second, turning to look back at her team one last time. Yuuki gave her a thumbs up, while Mako mouthed, "Do your best." Hisa offered a small, encouraging smile that made Nodoka feel like no matter what happened, they believed in her.

With that, Nodoka turned and left the room, feeling her teammates' support at her back as she headed toward the playing hall. For them, for us, she thought. I won't lose.

And while her mind is focused and determined, she also can't help but think of a certain brown-haired girl.

We are going to the Nationals.

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Note: This is really lengthy, like I don'tknow what happened. I had fun writing this.

I am also very happy I got my first review from Smile! Yes, Ritz needs to update more. I already reached adulthood and we are not done with the team tournament still! Thanks for reading this!

This is a very hard chapter to write. As you probably noticed I did some changes in some matches outcomes. Cause I thought Mako needs some support from me after reading her manga. Also, Maho's ability is based on both her canon ability and Luck and Logic's ability you know by Kuricchi. Hisa's match is such a headache, actually all of it is. I try to though since I am clueless when it comes to mah-jong.

I hope everyone enjoyed it. If I did something right or wrong. I would love to know it.

Cheers!