the smuggler’s bible


Hotaru is late for sign-in at the tournament. They hand her a nametag, administrative packet and a table tennis paddle. She looks at it.

“This is a left-handed paddle,” she says. The attendant shuffles some papers. “I can’t use this.”

“It’s the last one.”

“I can’t use it.”

“You can trade.”

“For what?”

The attendant shrugs. “See if your opponent wants it.”

Hotaru checks the schedule in her packet. The name across from hers is Marko “the Advantage Seeker” Nori.

“Yeah, sure thing.” Hotaru says, sticking on her nametag and smearing the sharpie ink. “I bet he’s cool with swapping.”