The next few days blurred by in a whirlwind of games, practice sessions, and team-building activities. Crazy Raccoon wasn't just a team—they were a family. Every time you entered the house, you felt like you were stepping into a space where everyone genuinely cared about each other's success. There was an unspoken bond that connected them, a quiet understanding that they all worked toward the same goal, and it felt welcoming, even to a newcomer like you.

It wasn't just the gameplay that drew you in. It was the way everyone interacted. The laughter between Moya and Tensai, the calm leadership of Sitetampo, and Relyh's quiet but steady presence all combined to create an atmosphere where you felt like you truly belonged.

One afternoon, Moya announced that they were going to hold a special practice session—one that would involve some friendly competition between teammates. While it was meant to be lighthearted, the stakes were high: the losing team had to buy dinner for the rest of the group. It was a classic way for the team to bond, and even though you were a part of the group now, you weren't sure if you were ready to compete with seasoned professionals just yet.

"Y/N, are you going to join us this time?" Moya asked with an excited grin.

You hesitated for a moment, glancing at Sitetampo, who was standing nearby, his arms folded. His usual confident posture gave off an air of quiet authority.

Moya nudged you playfully. "Come on, it'll be fun! We want to see what you've got!"

Sitetampo turned toward you, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You've been practicing. Don't hold back now. We're all here to have fun."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you sure about that? I don't think I'm quite on your level yet."

"Trust me," he said, his voice calm but firm. "This team is about more than just skill. It's about learning from each other."

You considered his words for a moment. You'd spent weeks getting to know each of the team members, and you knew that Sitetampo wasn't just speaking about Brawl Stars—he was talking about life in general. The Crazy Raccoon team wasn't just a group of individuals playing together; they were a unit, working in harmony and supporting each other no matter the circumstances.

"Alright, I'm in," you said with a grin. "But don't expect me to go easy on you."

Moya gave a whoop of excitement and clapped his hands together. "That's the spirit! Get ready, because you're about to see the best of Crazy Raccoon in action!"

The room buzzed with excitement as everyone gathered their gear. The practice was set up in two teams, with Moya, Tensai, and you on one side, and Sitetampo, Relyh, and the rest of the team on the other. You could tell it was going to be competitive, and part of you was nervous, but the other part of you was eager to prove you could keep up.

As the match began, you took a deep breath, scanning the game interface. Your fingers hovered over the controls, ready to jump into action. The first few minutes were chaotic—everyone moving quickly, bouncing between attacks and defenses. You could see the way Moya and Tensai communicated, their movements synchronized like they'd been playing together for years. It was impressive, to say the least.

But what you noticed most was the way Sitetampo and Relyh played. There was a calm intensity to their every move, as if they were reading the flow of the game before it even happened. Sitetampo's quick reflexes and Relyh's strategic mind made them a nearly unbeatable combination. Even when Moya and Tensai made moves that seemed clever, Sitetampo was always there, countering them with precision.

Despite the pressure, you felt something click. You'd been playing for months now, and you could feel your skills improving with every match. The training sessions with Sitetampo had sharpened your instincts, and you weren't the same player you'd been when you first joined the team. You felt the rhythm of the game more than ever before, knowing when to push forward and when to hold back.

Moya's voice broke through the tension. "Nice move, Y/N! Keep that up, and we might actually stand a chance!"

You grinned, focused on the game, but appreciating the compliment nonetheless. It felt good to hear encouragement, even from someone as skilled as Moya.

But just as you started to gain confidence, Sitetampo made a bold move. His character dashed forward into enemy territory, causing you to react quickly. You pushed your character into position, trying to counter his offensive play, but you weren't fast enough. Within seconds, Sitetampo's character executed a flawless attack, knocking you out of the game.

He glanced at you with a soft smile. "Good try. You're getting better."

You grinned, feeling a mix of pride and frustration. "Next time, I'll be ready."

Tensai laughed from across the room. "Watch out, Sitetampo, looks like Y/N is coming for your spot!"

Sitetampo chuckled, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "I'll be ready."

The game continued, and despite your loss, you found yourself more invested than ever. Each round, you felt yourself learning something new—about the game, about your teammates, and about how to navigate challenges as a team. It was becoming clear that Brawl Stars wasn't just a game to Crazy Raccoon. It was a way of thinking, of working together, of pushing each other to be better.

Eventually, the match ended, and Moya's team claimed victory, much to his delight.

"Alright!" Moya shouted. "Looks like we win! Dinner's on you guys!"

You laughed, still catching your breath from the intense round. "I guess I'll have to treat you to something really nice next time."

Relyh, who had been relatively quiet throughout the game, finally spoke up. "You did well. Especially for someone still getting used to all this."

You blinked, surprised by the compliment. Relyh wasn't the type to offer praise unless it was truly deserved. His words meant a lot more than you expected.

"Thanks, Relyh," you said, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. "That means a lot coming from you."

Relyh just nodded, his gaze shifting back to the screen. There was a rare, almost imperceptible smile on his face, and it made you feel like maybe you'd earned a little respect.

As everyone gathered their things to head out for dinner, you found yourself walking beside Sitetampo. There was something different in the air today, something quieter but more comforting. Maybe it was the shared experience of playing together, or maybe it was just the growing sense of belonging you were feeling in this space.

"You did great out there," Sitetampo said, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. "I can see you're starting to get the rhythm."

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you. "Thanks. I owe a lot of that to you."

He looked at you with a small but genuine smile. "You've been working hard. It's paying off."

As you all made your way to the restaurant, the banter between the team continued, but there was a new ease in your interactions. You'd taken another step in becoming a true part of this family. And even though you knew there was still so much to learn, you also knew that with this team, you had everything you needed to succeed.

That night, as you sat down with Crazy Raccoon to eat, you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude. Not just for the victory in the game, but for the chance to be part of something bigger than yourself. And maybe, just maybe, there was more to this team than you had realized—more than just Brawl Stars, more than just strategy. It was about the people. And you were starting to understand what that truly meant.