The legend of the jobber tournament

With another game lost, Yuusuke naturally was getting dejected, but still tried to remain strong. His team did end up winning in the next round, but sadly, he lost his game.

"Wow, you're really aiming for a spot in the Jobber off," Xiu snickered.

"Do I want to know what that is?" Yuusuke groaned.

"They say it's an event where only jobbers compete to find out who is the biggest jobber of all. My maestro's gonna be in it, so maybe if she loses it, she'll lose her maestro status too."

"Why would that be a thing?"

"Well, if you're the biggest jobber, can't be a maestro, aka, the best of the best."

"Maybe she's in a slump. She's a maestro, so she's better than all of us."

"I've beaten her every time I played her. And every challenger that got to face her normally, save for your friend and Peter, who had to face the old trial, beat her with ease."

"What friend?"

"Oki-"

"He ain't my friend. I hate him. I hate him! Ever since he showed up, I've been floundering! I was moving along smooth, but then he started humiliating me before everyone. I'd be WWCF master by now if it weren't for him!"

Xiu let out a whistle. "Well channel that rage into tomorrow's game. Winning or even drawing helps, and we just need to make play-offs."