oh, no, there i go twisting your arm.

[Akira has been refreshing the Nihon Ki-in's page for listings of today's games—the final games of the pro exam. He's been refreshing for long enough that his index finger feels stiff. Blinking is dangerous; he might miss out. Something could happen. He doesn't know what, but something could happen...

At last, when the page reloads, its contents have an update. Akira texts Hikaru within a flat ninety seconds of scanning the listing with too-dry eyes. First one text:]

Congratulations

[And then he can hardly stop.]

I just saw

Hikaru

Congratulations on passing your exam

I just saw you passed it, so

I haven't looked at the game yet. All I saw was the listing. But I'm going to go over that game, too, and I'm sure everybody else is going to do the same thing. I just wanted to let you know,

I saw