Chapter 187:

Yeah!!!", the shouts and cheers sounded out of his earphones, reverberating in their high intensity. Ace had pretty much just single-handedly won a game of Warzone, his team having died at the start. However, before they could leave, he had made a bet with them, "If I clutch this, you have to follow my stream.", of course, it was all in good fun, and since the following was free anyways, they agreed.

30 minutes later, Ace was the only one left standing, and his teammates made an appearance in his chat, thanking him for the carry. Much like this, his viewers were now used to seeing him absolutely dominate in any game he played, as he long he had some time to fully acclimate himself with the mechanics. Soon, there would be a tournament for all the famous content creators on all platforms. This had been organised by a private company, which apparently had paid the broadcasting platforms enough to allow them to participate.

There would be a wide variety of games played, and they would all be separated into different teams, which would be made up of members that would form so that each team had subteams made up of the creators that played that game. Of course, this was not only for gamers, entertainers, such as music or magic streamers, would also be placed into teams, and had to come up with an act. These acts would be performed, either live or in video format, and the viewers would decide on their favourite.

All of this event, would be broadcasted on a platform created specifically for this purpose, and would be casted by casters selected by the community, so that it would all piece together to create the biggest online community event that had ever happened before. There would be casts in multiple languages, not just English or Spanish, so that everyone could enjoy it. The goal was to create a reunion everyone would remember, as expected, all money donated would go to an array of charities.

Ace was excited, but honestly, he was in a bit of a dilemma. He had not decided what it was he would participate in. He had considered many, but had still not made the final decision. However, he did still have a lot of time, since the event that had not even been publicly announced yet. It was only the people involved that had been told, and they had all signed an NDA to keep it quiet.

Furthermore, the announcement would be big as well. Starting with one month, each participant would make one post, one after the other, every minute. All of this would cumulate on the final day, where everything would go silent, and the announcement would be let out.

They had all agreed to do this, all content creators understood that this was something big, bigger than anything they had done before.

***

Ichugama removed his shoes, before bowing and entering the dojo, where Ace was training. Ace stood motionless, his body held upright only by his left toe. "Yes?", he asked, and Ichugama responded, "The uniform is here, they would like you to try it on, to make sure that all necessary changes are made before next week."

"Understandable, let them know that I will take a quick shower and then I will go, it should not take me more than ten minutes."

"I understand, but please, do not rush for them, they are, after all, at your service.", Ichugama said, and as Ace came down from his position softly, he turned around and smiled, "Of course, but at the same time, we have to make it easier for them if we can.", he walked to the edge of the mat, and bowed, before walking into the adjoined bathroom, where he took a quick shower.

Every single bathroom in the house had a sort of vacuum chamber. It worked on a simple principle, one would walk in there, and using air of varying temperatures, all moisture would be dried up, without a need for towels, so as to reduce skin irritation, as well as the amount of time taken. Ace thought it was a bit pantsy, but it helped reduce time, so he used it without complaints.

After changing into a loose kimono, he went downstairs, where a few tailors were waiting with the clothes. There was also a screen he could change behind, so after apologising for the time taken, he picked up the uniform and got changed. The uniform was split into two parts, the winter / cold uniform and the summer / heat uniform. The winter uniform consisted of a cosy shearling jacket with a wide hood that covered most of his face. It was warm, but without the itchiness most had - he could wear it every day, of how comfortable it was. It was combined with some simple trousers, that were slightly tight so that they would not flap about. They were lined with some sort of warm material on the inside, which would both insulate and warm his legs on a cold day. They were in the same style as the summer pants, and all that changed was the material they were lined with.

As for the summer uniform, it consisted of a wide turtleneck jacket, with some stylish pockets, and some sort of techwear cargo pants, but instead of being loose, as they usually were, these were much tighter on the legs, which supposedly made them look better, as well as make them more comfortable when doing some exercise, since they would not scrape the bottom of his soles. Ace was not sure about the first one, but they were quite comfortable, so he was fine with them. Ichugama had actually chosen these, saying that it was what they wore in his day. Ace had an inkling, that in 'his day', he was a gangster, but he allowed it regardless. Truthfully, he could care less about the uniform, as long as it was comfortable, but he also understood that looks were important, so he had both his grandmother and Ichugama choose one each for him, and they had supposedly turned out quite well.

All in all, the tailors seemed extremely proud of their work, and Ichugama was content as well, so after some small adjustments, they left, wide smiles on their faces.

"Well, I assure you, with that uniform, you will have no problem making friends.", he grinned, and Ace just shook his head, "Were you not meant to be stern and serious?", he asked, but Ichugama just stared at him, "You know, most think that, but what is the point of being like that at home? It just gets tiring.", he said, and then walked away, off to do whatever it was he did.

'Probably beat up some school kids', Ace thought with a snicker.