The Sweepers, a pro team belonging to the B-League. Even among the few B-League teams this region had, they were one of the weakest, only slightly ahead of the Fals.

  In the first pce, the petitive level in this try wasn't very high. Therefore, a “B-League team” here was equivalent to a C-League team back at home, if not below that.

  In other words, the Sweepers were basically at the bottom of the professional food .

  I wonder how weak they’re going to be. Such were Young-jin’s idle thoughts as he headed into the building together with the coach.

  "What's with the difficult face?" Ruez asked. "Getting nervous?"

  "No," Jin answered evenly. "I worry they not very strong."

  "Aren't you a cocky one." Ruez smiled meaningfully. "You know, most kids ye would be thankful for the opportunity to py with pros."

  "That’s not new. I pyed pros before."

  "Right, you did, didn't you." Ruez nodded in uanding. For any ordinary kid, pying against the Sweepers was a golden opportunity. But, Young-Jin was far from ordinary.

  "Oh, you're here!" An elderly maed them at the elevator, full of smiles. "So, you're the wonderboy I’ve heard about so much! Indeed, indeed. I see potential oozing from you!"

  "T-Thank you." Jin bowed weakly. "Potential"? What is this guy talking about...?

  “I even heard you mastered the ese Step cel despite your young age! Is that true?”

  “Um, yes, I guess...” Actually, it’s called the KOREAN Step cel...

  Frankly, Jin found himself a little overwhelmed by Ro’s presehe guy spouted so muonseh absolute fidehat it was difficult to front him.

  Jin burned with a desire to retort on every sihing Ro uttered, but it probably wasn’t the smartest idea. After all, Ro was a figure of great importaherefore, Jin had to be on good terms with this of a man.

  Fortunately, the coach came to his rescue soon enough.

  "Long time no see." Ruez offered a hand, which the smiling man happily accepted.

  "Fernando, my boy!" The maian Ro, eagerly shook Ruez's hand. "Look how much you've grown!"

  "I believe you said the same thing the st time I came here.”

  “Perhaps I did, perhaps I did.”

  “I doubt I’ve ‘grown’ at all sihen. It was only a couple of months ago.”

  “Perhaps it erhaps it was. heless, the growth of young potential never ceases to amaze me!”

  “I wouldn’t call myself ‘young’ anymore.”

  “Perhaps.” Ro nodded. “heless, for me, you’ll always be a young aspiring pro. This is the pce where you grew up, after all.”

  “In a way, I suppose,” Ruez didn’t argue with that. Though it was clearly an exaggeration, like most things to e out of Ro’s mouth, there was some truth to the matter.

  “So, what do you say?” Ro asked. “Would you like to return to the pro se?"

  "Sorry, but I'll have to dee. I have my hands full with coag the future geions."

  "Indeed you are, indeed you are." Ro nodded. "The ‘regional champions’, was it? Indeed, yh school team never fails to disappoint."

  "It's middle school, actually."

  "Oh, correct, correct." Ro nodded. "I got our champions mixed up for a moment there. We have both ‘middle school champions’ and ‘high school champions’ in our small city. Isn't that simply amazing!?"

  Not really. Jied silently. If the same champion dominates every year, it means there’s a big skill gap in the region. That’s a bad thing.

  However, that remark dider the versation. Ro carried on with his pleasantries as he led Reuz and Jin through the hallway.

  Most of what Ro spouted sounded like pure nonsense. However, the man was clearly an important figure here, so Jin didn’t dare to interject.

  “Well then, Fernando.” Ro stopped in front of a door. “We leave the talk about your pns to rejoieam for a ter date.”

  “I’m sure it’ll be a very short talk.”

  “Haha. Perhaps it will, perhaps it will. Either way, the man of the hour is our young prodigy over here. What was the name, again?”

  “Young-jin.”

  "So, Jin. I call you Jin, right? The Sweepers are about to a practice game. You'll join in the one."

  "In which role?" Jin asked.

  "Role? Simply pick whatever you’re most fortable with. You're the star of the show today, so o be shy."

  "Uood. In that case, I take Top."

  "Very good, very good. An assertive boy. I like that." Ro nodded nonstop as he spoke. "Follow me." He opehe door ahem inside.

  So, this is it. Jin gulped. Despite trying to maintain a fident front, his pag was slow and his eyes darted from side to side. The nerves were getting to him no matter how hard he fought to keep them under trol.

  The trio entered a big room at the far end of the floor. There were two rows of puters positio a fair distance from each other. It was clearly meant to simute the arra of the two pro teams on a stage.

  With that said, there was no big stage anywhere in sight and there weren’t mas for the audieherefore, the simution was inplete.

  I'll give it 6/10. Jin rated the room based on other pro facilities he visited ba Korea.

  This pce satisfied the minimal requirements for pro practice, but it didn't seem to go any further than that. The fact the room barely had any audience seats implied this setup wasn't professional enough to host any exhibition matches here.

  "Good, good." Ro nodded as he looked at the monitor hanging in the ter of the room. "Looks like they're about to finish their spar."

  Are they? Jin’s eyes zigzagged across the s to absorb all the avaible information. As expected, the Sweepers are in the lead. Though, I'm not sure it even be called "sparring". This is more like practice for the pros.

  The Sweepers, a B-League team, were fag a much weaker oppo. It was a team from another middle school - StormBlitz.

  They were sidered one of the stroeams in the region, sed only to the Leopards. And, judging by their performan the ret middle school scrimmage, that robably a good estimation of their power level.

  StormBlitz seems a little below the Leopards, so they're probably really the 2nd or 3rd best in the region. Jin cluded as such after the Leopards had a meeting in which they analyzed StormBlitz’s scrimmage.

  So, how was this “2 middle school team” faring against the Sweepers? Naturally, they were losing pretty badly.

  With that said, the kill t and the map state didn't make it apparent right away. StormBlitz at least had the decy to not lose too badly in obvious areas.

  heless, other numbers on the s exposed the undeniable truth.

  The Sweepers are far ahead on farm. Jin noticed. If they really wahey could've fihis game at least five minutes ago. But, they're taking their time. It’s probably to give StormBlitz a ce.

  The unfolding situation on the s was all the proof Jin needed. StormBlitz was reduced to only two living members, yet the Sweepers didn't hurry to abuse the situation.

  If the pros really wahey could’ve won in many different ways from this position. For example, they could've goer the Overlord buff and bee an unstoppable force. Or, they could mount a big push on Mid and most likely win that way. There were tless easy options.

  Ahe Sweepers avoided delivering the killing blow. Instead, they tinued giving StormBlitz some ces to recover.

  I think this is going to take a while. Jin cluded.

  The match reached its clusion only ten mier. As expected, the Sweepers emerged victorious.

  Despite how long it took, that match was nothing more than one-sided stomping. The Sweepers held the upper hand all along. They simply postpohe final blow for a while, taking it easy against the younger pyers.

  "Oh, it's over!" Ro cpped once. "What an intetle! It looked like a done deal at first gnce, but the kids sure held their ground until the bitter end! I 't believe such young tales nowadays!"

  They only held on for so long because the Sweepers let them. Jin made a face. The more this old man talks, the more I feel like he has no idea what he's talking about.

  "A very ch!" Ro cpped as he approached the Sweepers. "Now, attention please, everybody. The man of the hour arrived! I’m introdug you Jin, the ese Wonderboy!"

  Korean. Jied mentality.

  Normally, he'd shove that corre right into the speaker's face, but this was too big of a figure.

  Acc to Ruez’s briefing, Ro was the owner of the esports team, and of the entire building in fact. Yes, that old fool was like the king of this eerritory, so Jin had to tread carefully. It wouldn't be wise to get on the Ro bad side and lose this important opportunity.

  Following the loud introdu, the pros left their seats and sized Jin up with curious looks.

  Some of them seemed ied to hear more. Meanwhile, others scoffed in response, maybe at the fact Jin was a kid or at the fact he was a fner. Naturally, none of them knew him or had any idea at what level he pyed.

  Oher hand, Jin knew ead every one of them. He did his homework for today, so he learned what level of threat each member of the Sweepers posed.

  On top of that, Jin kly what these people were for him right now: his sworn ehey were foes he had to crush today in order to advaoward the pro se and escape the skillless middle school s he was stu ever since he left Korea...

  DarkestCymore