Fukasa's fingertips tapped lightly on the edge of the tactical board, and the rhythm coincided wonderfully with the hum of the background server. In the command room on the top floor of the e-sports stadium, the air-conditioning outlet had been broken for three days. The hot air was filled with the smell of cigarette smoke and the sweetness of energy drinks, steaming up the tactical map projected on the wall until it looked like it was about to ooze water.
