Daigo Uzuki stared at the screen. '[i]You are winner! Perfect game![/i]' it said. He was used to seeing these words. After all, he'd see them every time he played this game. And he played it quite often, seeing as how it was his favorite game and all. However, this time something was different. Something was definitely off, and The Fiend couldn't quite put his finger on it. 

And then he realized.

The thing that was "off?" It was the simple fact that he was not the winner of this game. It was his opponent. The God of 2D Fighting Games(as his fans had christened him) had been defeated. Over 10 years of nothing but Perfect Victories and getting first place in every tournament he'd ever played in, be it sanctioned such as this one or simply a series of challenges in the local arcade. Daigo Uzuki had finally lost.

The young man had heard of his opponent before. How could he not have? 2fast2furious4u was somewhat of a household name among pro gamers as well as the average game-playing internet user. Of course, The Fiend was just as famous. Daigo was excited to finally play a game against Kaguya. Surprisingly, they'd never participated in the same tournament until now. He was looking forward to beating her. He had no doubt in his mind that the outcome would simply be yet another perfect game in his favor. After all, he never lost. The Fiend was unbeatable. The keyword in that statement being "was."

And Daigo did not understand.

The concept of failure was an entirely new thing to him. The last time he'd lost a game of anything was before he even really knew the [i]difference[/i] between winning and losing. Thus, he'd never felt this feeling before. And it was painful. His mind still had not even begun to process how a loss on his end was possible. In his mind, there was not a single human alive who could defeat him. In his mind, he was a messiah among gamers, one who would lead the casual -Lambs- to the Eden of competitive play. In his mind, only a god could possibly beat him.

Daigo snapped out of his daze and blinked a few times. He could no longer see the screen in front of him. Looking around, the young gamer realized he was surrounded by fans(of both himself and the one who had beaten him) and interviewers. Dropping his usual nice-guy celebrity facade for what was likely the first time in public, he shouldered most of them off with a simple "I need to catch my flight to my Beijing tournament," and shoved his way through the crowd and out of the building.

Once on the street he ran in the direction of the airport. He wasn't in danger of missing his flight, no, he had plenty of time. But that wasn't the reason he was running.

The instant his opponent came into his field of view, he burst into a sprint before collapsing into a slow walk, hands on his knees and gasping for breath. Daigo was a professional gamer, not a professional athlete. He didn't have the time to exercise, so he got winded easily. Give him a break.

After catching his breath, the young man quickened his pace to catch up with the girl. Once close enough, he grabbed her shoulder and turned her around to face him. "How'd you beat me?" he demanded. "Only a god could beat The_Fiend. And don't tell me you're a god, they don't exist."

Though he said "[gods] don't exit," Daigo was unsure of himself. He couldn't be sure of anything at this point. His entire world outlook had just been shattered by this girl. In his current state of mind, it was likely he actually [i]would[/i] believe something as absurd as her being a god.