Eggs of wrath

"So you actually won? Then why the depressed face?" Iori sniffled as she wiped away her smeared makeup.

"I just met the voice of some of my favorite characters, and it turns out she's a bitch that degraded me to my face. That's just depressing. Sure, I humiliated her beyond words, but now, I can't see or hear some of my favorite characters the same way ever again," Yuusuke mumbled as he walked away.

"Well at least that's off the table. Now, I guess we'll focus on me. I had a quick victory against Zenihara-san, and have been tutoring her on how she could have played better up until I saw your game had ended. The instigator of your troubles, Emmie, won her game as well and will likely face me next round," Okisato stated.

"Wait, WHAT!? Pairings aren't up yet!" Iori cried as some of her normal gusto returned.

"I raised some commotion against her with the president in earshot as I was walking out."

"Yeah, that'll do it. Fuck her up."

"I'm planning on it."

Iori's spirits were lifted, but quickly soured after hearing she was 2-1 like Yuusuke. Yuzuha was also in that club as were Rodeo and Utami, with Utami's loss being at the hands of Miga.

"Foul organizers. I wouldn't have had to play such a monster if they didn't mess up like they did," Utami huffed.

"But you might have faced her eventually. I hope I get the chance to properly face her, but I fear the organizers might tip the scales against such a thing thanks to the second round incident," Mimoko frowned.

"I guess... That is true... Ngh."

"Lol, we might end up playing each other then," Iori snickered.

"No worry. I've beaten you before."

"I was holding back then. This time, I'll play for the win. I want another GM norm, dammit. Actually, wait. I DON'T want to play you! My first two opponents were that 800-elo SPCM and some unrated noob! I need to face all grandmasters and win or I won't get the norm!"

...

The next day, Okisato arrived at the playing hall with a large pitcher filled to the brim with liquid egg yolk.

"Oh look at that, you brewed your own demise," Emmie snickered as she sat down across from Okisato.

"No, it's all for you. Iori-chan and Inoue-senpai put their spite in this too, so it'll serve as vengeance for ruining their match yesterday," Okisato snarled.

"Oo, tough guy. I can empathize- ..."

Unfortunately for Emmie, her power was completely ineffective against Okisato thanks to Caïssa's blessing.

"Whatever. Just thought I'd try giving you a little heartache before. You're gonna curling up and crying for days when I win!"

Elsewhere, Yuusuke found himself paired against none other than Esma Osmanagić, who just so happened to be tightening a metal plating on the back of her hand.

"Uh, why are you screwing yourself?" Yuusuked asked. 

"I'm tightening my membrane of shadow so that you may experience the full pain of Wakuta of the shadows," Esma snarled. 

"Um, what?"

"HAVE YOU NEVER HEARD OF ROBOTICLE!? WAKUTA IS THE GREATEST EVILEST ROBOTICLE THAT CONTROLS THE SHADOW REALM!" 

"No?"

Esma clicked her tongue as an aura of pure malice engulfed her. "You'll know soon enough, human."

"Wait, are you saying you're a robot!?"

"No! I was born of flesh and blood, yet I've modified my body to match that of master Wakuta."

"Great, a chuuni."

Yet despite his condescending attitude, Yuusuke truly was nervous as Esma was rated higher than him at 2001. He'd have to be on his game if he wished to convert the win and inch closer to 2000 himself.