Polish superbet

Iori and Mimoko decided to head Okisato's message and headed out. No sooner did they leave did the bald man and his entourage reach Okisato.

"Znalazłem cię. Jesteś szumowiną, która sabotowała naszą kobiecą drużynę, atakując moją córkę [I've found you. You're the scum that sabotaged our women's team by assaulting my daughter]!" the bald man fumed.

Okisato sighed as he recognized the man. It was Jarosław Abgarowicz, Poland's prime minister and Jadwiga's father. Ever since round 3, Okisato had been dreading an encounter with him, mainly due to how upset he'd be about Jadwiga now having a fatal flaw and becoming a huge liability for the women's team, thanks in no small part to him.

As for his entourage, they were all his fellow teammates, who with the exception of Xawery, were all balding or pretty much bald. There was Alojzy Bartoszewicz, a young man with buzzed blonde hair and beard, Zygmunt Budka, a bespectacled middle-aged man with a coral-colored beard and wildly styled balding hair, and finally, the elderly Bardila Husk, who made up for his lack of significant head hair with his long beard and thick eyebrows that completely covered his eyes.

"You don't speak Polish, do you? The prime minister is only fluent in Polish, so if you don't speak it or find someone that can translate it, you're in for a rough time," Alojzy scowled.

"Dobrze, że wtedy mówię płynnie. Więc jaka jest twoja wołowina [Good thing I'm fluent then. So what's your beef]?" Okisato asked.

Jarosław scowled and fixed his suit coat. "Chcę odszkodowań od twojego zespołu. WSZYSTKO! Wykrwawię cię do sucha za wszystko, co warta jest twoja drużyna [I want reparations from your team. EVERYTHING! I'll bleed you dry for everything you're team is worth]!"

"Potem rozstrzygamy to w szachach. A jeśli wygram, wycofasz wszystkie zarzuty przeciwko mnie i mojej drużynie i przeprosisz mnie, klękając na podłodze w dougeza i pozwalając mi nadepnąć na twoją głowę [Then we settle it in chess. And if I win, you drop all charges against me and my team, and apologize to me by kneeling on the floor in dougeza and letting me step on your head]."

Jarosław gritted his teeth, but ultimately agreed to the match.

Once the board had been summoned, Jarosław opened the game by moving his pawn to b4.

"The Polish? Well, guess that isn't too surprising. Lets see if my various thrashings from Peter can help me counter this in style," Okisato thought as he moved his pawn to e5.

Next came the predictable bishop to b2, meaning it was go-time for the ultimate disrespect.

Jarosław's eyes widened as Okisato moved his king to e7. "Obrażasz mnie [Are you insulting me]!?" he fumed as he captured the pawn at e5 with his bishop.

"Tak, jestem [Yes, I am]," Okisato smirked as he moved his king back to e8.

Jarosław shot Okisato a look of fury and disgust as he moved his bishop to c3. His expressions and mood weren't exclusive to him though, as many of those gathering around to spectate the game were also displeased with Okisato's play-style.

"One, two, lots of faces here not liking how I'm playing. But if I remember my teachings proper, this Entrepreneur Polish Gambit Masterclass, or EPGM gambit as Peter dubbed it, has the potential for a nasty trap. A trap that players like this guy have a higher tendency than most to fall for," Okisato thought as he moved his pawn to a5.

Jarosław naturally spat in disgust at the move and moved his pawn to b5.

"Well this ain't lookin' good for Oks," a bespectacled girl with pink and yellow hair named, Masha Dlaot, frowned as she adjusted the beret on her head while Okisato moved his pawn to d5.

"Yeah, I'm nowhere near top level, but even I know this position ain't winning. A shame since I'd prefer someone close in age to me to win over someone 20 years older than me," a beautiful woman with long wavy light brown hair and perfectly tanned skin, named Gisela Capela, sighed as Jarosław moved his knight to f3.

"You two have the gall to root for that kid? He's doing nothing but disgracing the game itself," Izetta scowled as Okisato moved his knight to f6.

"Underdog status, besides, he looks like he's in our age group, maybe a little younger," a cute girl with heterochromia and a purple Chelsea named, Endang Oey, grinned as Jarosław moved his pawn to e7.

"So you're rooting for him because he's your type? Sheesh, guy looks like an NPC. How do you find any attraction in that?" Libuše scoffed as Okisato moved his bishop to d6.

"Uh, who said we were into him? I'm just an advocate for the young crushing the old," Gisella huffed as Jarosław moved his bishop to e2.

"Ugh, I can hear you all. Well whatever, let them gossip. I've got an impossible comeback to make possible," Okisato thought as he moved his king to f8.

As Jarosław castled king's side, Okisato continued to baffle all around him by moving his king to g8.

"Wow, like, no rhyme or reason. Bro's cooked," Ivelisse snickered as she took a selfie while Jarosław moved his pawn to a4.

"Really? I don't see any steam coming out of him," Ichiko giggled as Okisato moved his pawn to h5.

"Ichiko, get lost. I don't need you causing troubles by proxy when I finally managed to land a dinner with someone influential," Izetta snarled as Jarosław moved his pawn to d3.

"But I was about to suggest we all make a bet."

Everyone turned to face her.

"Bets always get everyone's attention. So what I was thinking is that we bet on who's going to win the match, right now."

"Ichiko, I know you're a struggling comedian, but that's a really cringe joke. This kid is losing no matter what, making a bet entirely pointless."

"If he loses I'll shave my head."

"You're already bald."

"That's the punchline," Ichiko smiled as she smacked her bald head.

Silence.

"C- Come on, you're supposed to laugh."

"No, because that shit was cringe... But the bet itself? Gamer," a masked girl dressed in flashy orange attire and white thigh-high boots declared.

"And just who are you supposed to be?"

"... Gamer..."

Okisato stared down the girl as he moved his rook to h6. "She looks familiar, but also not. Judging by her appearance though, Iori-chan would probably know who she is assuming she's a high-profile gamer," he thought.

No one else appeared to recognize the girl either, but if they had, things naturally would have gotten even more hectic, for this girl was none other than Soraya Aizimi, the original founder of Soraya clan, who one day up and vanished without a trace.

"So, feel like having some fun?" Ichiko giggled as Jarosław moved his b-knight to d2.

"Sure. I'll put some money on the Polish guy," Mifsud smirked as she slammed a hundred euro bill down.

"My apologies, ma'am. That woman is one of... our lesser talents," Izetta fidgeted.

"Hey, I ain't asking money from you. Besides, I only put down a hundred euros, so she should be able to pay it out. But you're certain the Polish guy's gonna win? I'm not a chess master, ya know."

Izetta took another look at the board and scowled as she watched Okisato move his pawn to h4. "If the boy wins, I'll shave my head. That's how confident I am that he'll lose."

Mifsud smiled and slammed another 900 euros down on the table. "In that case, I'm nonupling down on my bet. Sorry joke girl, but you're about to break, or rather... go broke."

"That's a little cruel. She is a suffering talent. How about I spot a 1000, and you double the pot?" Gisella scowled as she smacked a stack of 1000 euros on the table.

"You're betting on the boy?"

"Yeah, and same bet as Zetta. The boy loses, I shave MY head."

"No way, THE Gisella Capella willingly throwing away all her prized hair, and 1000 euros? Cash me in on that payday!" Ivelisse maliciously grinned as she tossed some money into the pot.

"Can't say no to a bargain. The boy," Masha smiled as she slammed a fat stack of cash on the table.

"Wow, you must be loved in Vegas. The Polish guy," Endang smirked as she placed a neatly folded one dollar bill in the pile.

"Seriously, you gotta put more in than just a measly dollar, but if that's all it takes to ante up... Poland," Libuše declared as she placed a 5 euro bill into the pot.

"Ugh, I'll just put this in, then," Ichiko sighed as she plopped her entire wallet into the pile.

"And any more bets? If no, we close the pot," Zygmunt gushed as he covered the money pile with his suit jacket.