دانلود رمان انگلیسی “شخصیت پایین ردیف توموزاکی” – جلد 6

It was a Monday night, and two ninjas were racing around the screen of the little CRT TV in my room. “She’s been at it again…,” I muttered. I tightened my grip on the controller, and my slightly sweaty palms were making the buttons damp. Both of the ninjas were Founds. One was being controlled by me. The other was being controlled by NO NAME, the second-best Atafami player in Japan—Aoi Hinami. That’s right—for the first time in ages, Hinami and I were facing off in a first-to-five online match. “Ooooh, nice.” Hinami’s Found slid back and forth over the ground without pausing, occasionally making short hops. She was wavedashing, sliding over the ground with no lag while keeping just the right distance from me. Whenever she jumped, she used a forward-air attack to keep me from taking the advantage, delicately maneuvering and gathering information about my strategy to keep herself safe. Some people take risks to avoid responsibility or use “intuition” because they don’t want to think. But her precise maneuvering was nothing like that —instead, I could see the results of all her obsessive, step-by-step trial and error and a stunning amount of steady effort. It’d been around a couple of weeks since I’d played her. During that time, she’d definitely leveled up her ability to read the situation and move neatly and efficiently. It was like she’d kept the machinelike accuracy of her playstyle but ramped up the computing power. I could see her in my mind’s eye, her face composed and her fingers flying precisely over the controller.