Chapter 781

In her impression, it even seemed to overlap with that figure.

"Too good... really too good... Natsume-senpai, this son of yours, maybe he's not as good in studies or other aspects, but he's really excellent in shogi, haha... much better than you, a stinky shogi player."

Natsume family main house, living room.

"Pfft——!!!"

Natsume Qi Society, who had just taken a sip of black tea, sprayed it all out when he heard the commentator's exclamation and the final result.

He was like a duck whose neck had been pinched, stretching his neck, bulging his eyes, staring dead at the TV screen.

The schadenfreude smile on his face had long since twisted into an absurd, unacceptable-to-reality ferocity.

"Won... won?! How is this possible?! How can he beat a 2-dan?! Is something wrong somewhere?! Is it a dark curtain?!"

The expected handling, mockery, and the pleasure of waiting for the other party to beg for mercy, all turned into cold irony and the rage of the plan falling through.

"This trash! Can't even handle a wild kid!"

"Pure bucket of rice, what 2-dan, completely a piece of trash!"

Natsume Chunhui didn't have time to care about his loss of composure; she also couldn't help but be silent for a long time after witnessing this scene.

Her gaze never left the face of the boy on the screen from beginning to end.

It faintly overlapped with a blurry but proud figure in her memory.

In her deep eyes, the cold scrutiny gradually faded, replaced by a complex, indescribable glimmer.

But after thinking about it, she didn't care too much.

After all, she understood... this was just the first match of the fifth round.

In the upcoming matches, there are quite a few shogi players who haven't reached professional level like Morimoto Yūki, and even some who are much stronger...

Chikage's father was just a shogi player with average talent, so even if he has some talent, without regular professional shogi player training, how far can he go?