To Be Dante Pendragon

Aldrich and Dante walked side by side on their way back to class.

'Damned cheat. How the hell is he that good at a game?!'

The result of skipping punishment to play a game turned out to be highly unfavourable for Aldrich.

'No. How can anyone be that good at a game?!'

It was infuriating. Jovially, but bitterly, Aldrich questioned how he had been so shamefully dragged around by Dante in a game.

A game was supposed to be his thing, alongside marksmanship.

It was supposed to be his moment to shine against the untainted genius that was Dante Pendragon.

'He does have that photographic memory, though.'

Yes, he did. Yet, Aldrich still couldn't wrap his head around how that could possibly help in a game that required skills and intellectual gameplay.

It was only when he vocalized it that he realized how photographic memory could polish gaming skills to monstrous proportions.

If used right.