anwhile, on the Toin Gakuen’s side, they didn’t really know that their opponent also arrived at the sa ti. No, right now, they were just playing around with a ball on their feet, trying to get used to the feeling of the pitch before the fateful day tomorrow.
"Fortunately, our opponent is just Hakodate Nishi..." One of the boys there, a taller one with buzz-cut hair, sighed in relief. When he saw the ball going to him, the boy reacted calmly, flicking it above the chaser to avoid getting snatched from his feet. "They should be the worst team in this tournant, right?" He asked his friend next to him, not even caring that he had just humiliated one of his teammates
The boy he talked to, the one who was covered from hair to toe for the cold protection, twitched the corner of his lips a little. Oh, well... At least, that was what the first boy thought, since his face was hidden by a mask.
"Don’t let Naoya hear you saying sothing like that." He mumbled under his mask, making his voice hard to recognize. "If so, he would definitely start nagging us non-stop."
Those two were the senior-year players of the team, Genta Kojima and Tetsuro Goto. The first one was a lanky striker who seed to be good in an aerial duel, while the latter... Well, no one could get an impression from the outside about him since he was like a wrapped burrito right now, but the boy was the left winger of the team, one who was proud of his speed and dribbling. Those two were the sharpest spears of the team.
"What? You ntion again?" Suddenly, another voice ca from behind, making them flinch imdiately. The one who spoke was a handso boy with smooth skin and an actor’s deanor, sothing that no one would ever associate with an infamous butcher in the central midfield. That person was none other than the team’s captain, Naoya Takahashi.
Right now, he was frowning at his friends, clearly overhearing their conversation earlier. "How many tis do I have to tell you not to underestimate your opponent?! Everyone who could be here is definitely a strong team. They won their prefectural tournant, beating Sapporo Otani, for God’s sake!" He said the last part with a hint of exasperation.
"Yeah, yeah, I know..." The first boy, Genta, just rubbed his ears annoyedly. Well, he was more annoyed that he got caught offhandedly like this, not from underestimating the opponent itself. "Still, you cannot deny that this is an easier opponent than having to face Yuwell, right?" He stated as a matter of fact.
Well, for that, Naoya couldn’t deny. Even though he had never faced Yuwell Carlson directly, the boy could see from the footage spread on the internet that the Swedish striker was the tallest player he had ever seen, and the striker was also as strong as an ox. Facing him would definitely be a challenge that Naoya didn’t really look forward to.
"See? I told you. Ups!" Genta saw the ball co to his side, controlling it with a gentle chest touch before flicking it again to the other side of the pitch. "Co on, Naoya! Stop being such a worry-wart and enjoy life a little! Hey, how about we take so good photos for our little fans group on LINE?" He smiled teasingly.
In return, both Naoya and Tetsuro shuddered instantly. "No, no! No way in hell I would let you do that again!" The forr one shook his head strongly.
As for Tetsuro, he just looked at his friend with a complicated gaze. "Are you really enjoying all those outrageous fantasies about us having a threeso like that? I don’t know how those girls could think of sothing like that, but I don’t want to get closer to that thing again. Ever."
While they were chatting around, though, suddenly, there was a commotion in the tunnel of the stadium.
"Wait, what do you an by this is your ti?! We have scheduled first this morning!"
"Fuck it! Co on! Who is afraid of whom?!"
So of their kouhai were having a heated debate with a group of players who seed familiar yet strange to them. Seeing this, those three looked at each other for a mont before they rushed toward the conflict, putting aside their goofiness and starting to act like the senior mbers of the team.
"Okay, okay, that’s enough, everyone!" Naoya called out his teammates. Then, with a charming smile that, once again, no one would associate with a butcher like him, the boy asked, "Sorry about my teammates, but can I ask what is going on here?" His eyes landed on the pretty girl with an oval face and round glasses in front of him, and it would be a lie if he said that this didn’t get his heart beating faster.
The girl in question, though, was far from being amused by his antic. "I don’t know what is going on here, but our team has been scheduled for a pitch test this morning. So, why are you guys here?" She asked, her tone was quite harsh. Not only that, butthe girl also showed an email that was basically from the stadium’s managent, confirming the schedule to be right now.
"Wait, we also have that confirmation letter!" Suddenly, Tetsuro also took out his phone, scrolling through his long list of emails before reaching the one he searched for. "Here! Our schedule is also this morning! How could this be?!"
This ti, everyone was stunned here. The boys behind the girl there wanted to retort, and yet, Naoya could see that all the words seed to be stuck in their throats.
’Fortunately, Tatsuro still saved that email, or we would be in a lot of trouble right now.’ He muttered wryly. "Anyway, since the problem is in the managent, let’s ask soone who is responsible!"
Well, even if the other group accepted the suggestion, it was clear that they weren’t happy here. Things only got worse when they found the one who was responsible for this shit was so nonchalant about it.
"Well, it is an error from the system. How about whoever arrives last just co back later for the evening session?"
Right as the man said that, Naoya could feel the murderous intent from the group behind him, and the boy could only smile awkwardly at this. ’Co on, Man! You only make them fired up, you know?! They are going to kill us tomorrow, for God’s sake!’
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