Ever since Ayanokouji Kiyotaka had been a child, he played a lot of chess. From grandmasters to engines, he beat them all time and time again. There was no person or program in the White Room or anywhere else that could hold a candle to him. Then someday, when he once again beat every single opponent that was assigned to him, he began to wonder... How would it feel to play chess with pieces which had their own thoughts and feelings? How would the rules change if he played with real human pieces instead of wooden ones? A game of Living Chess, where every piece had its own agenda. Uncensored version on AO3 and ff
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