Give Me Back My Score (1)
“·····”
“You said we were queuing together. Games are supposed to be fun.”
“But wait, you don’t have a headset?”
“Oh, really?”
Dahee looked a little disappointed.
“Top first pick okay with you?”
“Ah, damn, they banned Nedali? What do I play?”
Dahee’s deliberation didn’t last long. She locked in jungle Brando on the spot.
“Pick something AD you’re confident on. Something strong.”
Jimin’s pick was Jason—a champion he personally felt sure of.
Welcome to the Rift.
An unexpected duo’s first game together.
Dahee, who valued fast clear speed above all else, locked Brando and began playing with calm focus.
The enemy Irelia had been brought out specifically to shut down Jimin’s Jason. The moment Jason ate Irel’s E stun, hell opened up—a matchup Dahee had seen far too many times. She watched with a flicker of worry.
“Ooh, ooh.”
Clearing jungle while keeping an eye on top, she saw Jason slip Irel’s E at the last second and win the trade cleanly.
More than Brando—who boasted the strongest clear speed around—slaughtering raptors, it was clearly the high-level top laners trading blows that had the chat entertained.
“I’m taking grubs, put some pressure on.”
Jason stepped forward at once. He’d already whittled the enemy’s health down in cannon form; now he swapped to hammer and walked up. Irel, who’d burned Flash trying for a one-shot, got smacked back even farther.
“This is important.”
The first set of void grubs went entirely to Brando off the top-side advantage. Both teams converged on top for the second set. Jason was stilting Irel in top, but mid and bot weren’t sending good news. Bot especially—the enemy Draven-Ren duo was crushing their Kai’Sa-Nautilus, and the second Draven stacked a passive kill, there was no telling how hard bot would collapse.
Your team has slain the Voidgrubs!
“Nice!”
Like the enemy Graves, Dahee had been treating the jungle like an RPG, and she secured all six grubs. Top Jason’s winning trades and mid TF’s vision control had made it possible.
But her body was pulled deep into the nest, and the enemy was closing in.
You have been slain!
Enemy Double Kill!
“Ah·····”
Dahee had no choice but to bite her lip.
Only the enemy support had ult, and Ren’s Flash engage dragged their team in. Well-fed Dahee’s Brando and support Nautilus both went down. In an instant, the enemy Draven held more than a thousand gold lead over Kai’Sa.
“Ah, this is bad.”
Sensing the game start to tangle, Dahee shook her head and kept clearing jungle.
“Ah, damn it.”
TF had taken a loss into the enemy mid Orianna just to blow ult bot. With nothing to show for it, he started grumbling—and the ugly conversation that followed was even worse to watch.
You have slain an enemy.
Irelia died a lonely death under tower to the Jason who’d walked all the way up.
“Oh, what?!”
At the rain-in-a-drought news, Dahee clasped both hands together in delight. Nothing made a jungler happier than a laner bringing home a kill while she was mid-clear.
The growth gap between Jason and Irel was widening at speed. Just pressing Tab made Dahee smile. Of course, she carefully chose not to look at the bot-lane differential.
Before the enemy bot could grow any more influential, allied TF started camping vision hard around Jason. They were past the point where Irel could handle Jason even if she landed her skills. The top-side advantage was starting to shine.
You have slain an enemy.
Double Kill!
“Nice!”
Dahee yelled louder than she had all game.
TF ulted in on the Irel who’d abandoned the first tower and was hanging back, and Graves rushed over to cover—only to get caught instead by Jason and TF’s combined damage. TF pinged mid tower, and Dahee happily ate the mid wave, cutting off Orianna’s farm.
“Aaaaaah!”
Herald fight. Dahee’s Brando caught Orianna’s Shockwave but managed to limp out right before dying.
You have slain an enemy.
TF’s gold card, followed by the team’s focus fire. The Irel who’d been out front clowning around picked up another death.
KWAANG—!
“That’s it!”
Shutdown!
Draven, who’d never gotten to show the power of a stomped bot lane, tried to peel off—only to get reduced to powder by Jason’s perfectly placed Q as he blew past the speed gate.
A continuous stream of loyalty. Jimin returned the favor.
“Ah, my stomach hurts.”
Dahee, who’d been wheezing with laughter at Jimin’s reply, complained of a stomachache. Of course the game kept tilting their way. Off the topside advantage, Brando was already starting to take the jungle camps Graves was supposed to farm.
Dragon fight.
“Everyone focus.”
Only one person could even hear her, but Dahee still rallied the team. Jason’s poke made it impossible for the enemy to set up properly, and TF’s gold card—backed by Rapid Firecannon—was massive pressure. The moment the enemy formation cracked, Nautilus went in.
Triple Kill!
You have slain an enemy.
ACE
“Perfect.”
Dahee smiled with satisfaction after Flash-ult comboing the enemy carries and even Zhonya’s ping-ponging through the damage. Orianna, who’d burned Flash earlier dodging a near-solokill from Jason before the fight, got blown up doing nothing. The champions who’d spent the whole game just bodyguarding Draven fell one by one, and Kai’Sa—who’d been invisible all match—ulted after Draven and cut him off.
Your team has slain the Baron!
“Ah, this is easy. So easy.”
A full item ahead of the enemy Graves, Dahee marched proudly with her team into the enemy base.
Triple Kill!
Quadra Kill!
An ally has been slain.
“Oh, come on, her again.”
Jason, three full items ahead of the Irel who’d long since lost the will to fight, was dominating every teamfight. The fact that Kai’Sa once again dove after the fleeing Draven at the end and got chopped in half by an axe was the comic relief of the game.
With Draven thrashing around in the fountain behind them, the nexus cracked open.
“Ha. Finally broke the loss streak.”
Dahee’s eyes were closed, but her mouth was smiling.
They started queueing again.
“By the way, how old are you?”
The chat had a slightly young feel to it. Dahee asked for an age. The other person had been in the wrong and was coming in low, but at some point she’d started talking down to him naturally herself. When he’d apologized earlier he’d called her—twenty-one—noona, though to be fair, on this platform everyone called you noona if they could get away with it.
“·····Wait, for real?”
A playstyle without a single rough edge. And against that, a clumsy, awkward demeanor. The true identity behind it all was a student who, under normal circumstances, should have been busy mourning the last days of summer break.