Koko stepped into the industry, an enormous, futuristic training facility where players honed their skills and evolved. The air buzzed with energy as he met David, Munchy, Sofia, and Leslie, fellow players from Noen's team. Each of them carried a distinct aura, their potential as formidable as their skills. They were all here to push their limits, striving to outdo their past selves.

  The highest-ranked player in the industry, Luka, sat near them, exuding an air of calm power. His rank of 1 was not just a number; it was the embodiment of strength.

  As Koko trained with the others, he noticed the growing competition. Despite being new, his skill quickly surpassed even Noen, who had always been the top of his team. Noen’s jealousy simmered beneath the surface, though he masked it as mere coincidence. But as days passed, Koko’s relentless determination became impossible to ignore.

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  In a moment of intense rivalry, Noen chose Koko as his rival, determined to prove himself stronger. Yet, the rest of Team 5 admired Koko’s drive and rallied behind him—everyone except Noen. Their support boosted Koko's confidence, making him realize the weight of his new role.

  It was lunchtime, and the members of Team 5 sat together, their meals homemade and personal. Koko, however, hadn’t brought anything. Feeling a slight pang of awkwardness, he scanned the others, who were all eating contentedly.

  Luka sat nearby, his gaze sharp as he noticed Koko’s empty hands. Without a word, Luka slid his own meal over to Koko, offering it silently. “I owe you once. Remember that,” he said seriously, his eyes holding an unsettling depth of power. Luka’s presence was overwhelming, his strength palpable even in the quiet moments.

  Koko took a bite, the food almost tasteless compared to the intensity of Luka’s aura. Luka’s challenge had been set—not just in the tournament, but in the silent exchange of power between them.

  As Luka walked away, Koko’s resolve hardened. He clenched his fists, feeling the weight of his promise. He would beat Luka. He would rise above the highest rank.

  The tournament had only just begun.