Kuromi Girls' Academy is a refined, elegant school that expects the very best in deportment from its young ladies. Aya got into this peerless rich-girls' institution on a scholarship, and hopes to grow as lovely as her fellow student and idol, the so-called "Shirayuri-sama." But Shirayuri hides a terrible secret: she's a trash-talking, combo-chaining, newbie-stomping, ruthless hardcore gamer! Could a mutual indulgence in no-holds-barred video game combat grow into a deeper rapport between these two girls?

Aya, Mio, Yuu, and Tamaki are all students at a prim-and-proper academy for young ladies, one where video games are outright banned. That hasn't stopped them from following their fighting game passions all the way to EX Japan, one of the biggest e-sports championships in the world! But to have a spot in the main event, you've got to prove your worth in the preliminary qualifiers. Each young lady will have to prevail in a do-or-die battle in the qualifying pools, against a whole set of oddball fighting game aficionados.

Aya and Mio attend a prim-and-proper academy for young ladies, one where video games are outright banned. That hasn't stopped them from following their secret gaming passion all the way to Japan's biggest fighting game tournament! Now, both of them face a high-stakes battle against oddball pro gamers. Aya plays head-to-head against an intimidating biker hooligan, while Mio faces a cute, diminutive girl whose tiny frame hides a truly vicious spirit. Just how far will their love for gaming take them at an arena full of the world's strongest?

Aya, Mio, and their new friends Yuu and Tamaki are prim-and-proper young ladies by day, but when night falls, they turn to bloodthirsty hardcore gaming! They've set their sights on a huge fighting game tournament called EX Japan, where pros and amateurs alike gather for the ultimate test of skill. With so many experienced fighters out for blood, can the girls hope to get the results they want? From qualifying pools to grand finals, it's bound to be a wild ride!

Aya and "Shirayuri-sama" are a lot of things: Gamers, rivals...and now friends. They turn the school upside-down looking for the perfect place to game in secret, but just when they think they've found the solution, their cover is blown by two members of the Dormitory Affairs Committee. Video games are strictly prohibited at their prim-and-proper school, and being caught with a fight stick carries dire penalties. Threatened with expulsion, they propose a wild challenge that might just be crazy enough to work!!

Aya, Mio, and friends attend a prim-and-proper academy where video games are banned and the punishment for playing them is severe. Now, they're duking it out at Japan's biggest fighting game tournament! After defeating a pro gamer in the losers bracket, Mio's scheduled for a grudge match against Arisa, the tiny spitfire. What follows is the culmination of their tempestuous tourney relationship and a no-holds-barred fight to the death! (And maybe, in the heat of battle, a little personal growth?)

This book is a work of fiction. Places, events, and situations in this story are purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental. Little Girl Black confronts colorism and the black sheep syndrome and the many shades it comes in. That old saying don’t judge a book by its cover—I say open the book up and slowly read the literature in side, cover to cover, before forming an opinion. You may be pleasantly surprised on what you read. Bump what you hear, boss up, and form your own opinions. This book and all my Little Girl Black poetry books volumes 1 to 6 celebrate and confront dreams, religion, marriage, unfairness, sex, friendship, racism, strength, judgments, fantasy, love, education, families, power, and death, as well as many other situations. Life will sometimes come to you whether you’re looking for it or not. Here comes life kicking down your doors; it just walks in and puts its filthy feet up on your clean glass table, getting extremely comfortable, and you say to yourself, “What the hell is going on?” This is a good time to get down on your knees and give it all to the Lord, like in the play Your Arms Are Too Short to Box with God. Please let him do his job, but take notes. Ding, ding! The school of life is in session. The black sheep syndrome is not because you’re an African American or black or brown. Yes, being racist or racism plays a big part when a whole race is condemned because of the pigment in their skin, but there are little girl blacks and little boy blacks in every race that lives in every family. No one can stop you from dreaming. Your dreams live in your heart, mind, body, and soul; so every time you close your eyes to dream a little dream, hum a little tune, or recite a little poem, stop and introduce yourself to your destiny and say, “Hello, I’m so please to finally meet you. I have been waiting for you.” Yes, colorism. Racism within our own race—we all play a part. I say no matter what shade of chocolate you may be, love yourself, live to be mature, and dream to succeed and achieve everything your little heart desires. Unfairness or jealousy and looking down upon someone for whatever reasons and sometimes no reasons at all, just because who you look like or who you belong to—this syndrome is taught and learned and follows that little girl black or little boy black for generations. I say to all of you bullies and dream-stealers, shame on you. You need to check yourself!