A parting gift
A metallic fist pounded onto the poor students' face, and at the same time, 'The Winner', appeared written in big, bold letters, now floated above his head.
"This is starting to get a little boring," Nate said.
He opened up the game screen and started to scroll down through his friend's list. There weren't many on the list, as he would often only send out a request to those he had found interesting.
'Damn it, who is he?' Nate said in anger. 'I sent everyone who was online on my friends list a fighting request, and it turns out he's not a single one of them. Even worse, I can't even remember why I added half these people in the first place.'
Being with Nate and having watched his last few matches it looked like Nate had gotten stronger again, very strong. It was a shame if this fight was to happen, only he would be able to see it.