Having a night out with his friends, Sora spotted a clump of crowd surrounding a table. Fueled by his curiosity, he approached it. He was greeted by two people playing what seemed to be pool. He couldn't help but let out a chuckle as he watched the other person fail miserably, their balls even flying out of the pool table. He couldn't blame them though; the spotlight sure was overwhelming for them. He waited as the skillful opponent eventually finished off the game, not even breaking a sweat. Without giving the bystanders a chance to applaud the player, he snatched the cue stick from the failed opponent, arranging the balls with the use of the rack, signaling that he wanted to play with the man.

The man smirked full of cockiness, "Pretty boy wants a taste of defeat, huh?" That statement alone triggered the competitiveness in his soul. He was just about to take it easy and not embarrass the man in front of the crowd, but he left him no choice. The game started, the man giving him the go signal to break first, which was his biggest mistake.

Sora powdered his cue stick with the chalk handed to him. He was quick to his moves, wanting to go home and play with his cats. He breaks, one stripe and solid ball went into the hole. Without even observing the placements of the ball, he opted for the solid one, successfully shooting it into the hole. He then skillfully positioned his cue stick again, aiming for the 4th ball, letting it bounce and smoothly glide across the table, hitting the 5th ball which led for it to fall onto the hole. The Z-move.

Minutes passed and he was on his second-to-last ball; he hadn't failed not once, his opponent watching with eagle-like eyes, not believing what was happening. With the 8th ball left, he purposefully missed. "Aw, what a shame," he sarcastically remarked, wandering his eyes around the overcrowding bystanders. His awaiting opponent eventually got back on track, wiping the chalk on his stick with enough force to break it. The man didn't let down too, not allowing Sora to have his turn. Now with his 15th ball, "Must've been tiring to be a watcher," Sora taunted, smiling once he saw how hard the man gripped the stick. The man glided the stick forcefully, resulting in the balls to fly around. The opponent gripped his hair and glared at Sora. Sora only replied with a smile, bending over for his turn. "Your balls too wet for the hole?" he asked as he successfully potted the 8th ball.