“What an inelegant match!!” gagged a boy in the seat behind Yuka as he attempted to stop himself from vomiting.
“Oh don’t be rude Kawabata-kun! It’s not like they could compare to us after all.” scolded the lemon-blond girl sitting across from Yuka.
“Aww come on Fuku-chan, Kawa-bro has a point after all! That match was so boring I can’t even show it to my ‘Endorphins’[1] or they might unfollow me!”
Still in a dour mood after their recent loss, Senna turned around in his seat hearing the commotion and spat at the three gossipers sitting behind him in the bus.
“Why don’t you all shut the hell up while I’m asking nicely…”
Then scoffing he continued,
“As if any of you could have done any better anyways...The only reason I’m here is for Nosaka so why don’t you side characters just piss off already.”
Gasping with dismay, Yokunaba leaned over in her seat so her elbows were resting atop of Senna’s seat and she looked down sympathetically while speaking in a baby voice,
“Oh I’m so schoowwy (sorry) Kaibushi-kun…Is swomone (someone) still in a bad mood?”
Hiss
Having enough, Senna got up before Yokunaba could react and yanked on her short, yellow hair so viciously the former child actress’s face slammed cheek first into the seat leaving a giant red mark on her left side.
Satisfied seeing her face beginning to swell, Senna cackled happily.
“Bitch”
“You motherfuck*er—!!” shouted Yokunaba viciously while grabbing her cheek gingerly.
Running up to shake Senna’s collar, Kotarou let spit fly everywhere as he screamed panic-stricken,
“How dare a disgusting piece of vermin like you ruin an A-level face? Don’t know how rare it is to find people with enough beauty that I don’t have to vomit upon seeing their face? At least have the sense to punch anywhere else other than the face!!”
“Ooh! Don’t be a little b*tch, Kaibushi-bro! You should’ve gone for a slug if you were going to choose violence!” egged on Kairaku eagerly as he bounced up and down in his seat watching the altercation between the Outei members, but was promptly pushed back down into his seat by Nosaka’s hand coming down hard on his head.
Surrounding the other members in red flames from his Keshin, Nosaka crossed his arms and began to separate the other members efficiently.
“Since Kaibushi-kun and Kujira-chan are rejoining the team after a little vacation at Susanoo Academy it seems I have to remind you all of the rules…
I don’t care what you all do but there will be no violence tolerated among team members. Any fights you have need to be settled on the field. I hope I won’t have to repeat myself.” warned Nosaka coldly and the vicious glint in his eyes forced the other members into an uneasy silence that made the sound of Tamaki chewing on some shrimp crackers even more conspicuous than before.
Sigh
Nosaka sat back down in his seat and brushed his hair up in annoyance at having to act like a glorified babysitter despite everyone most of their team consisting of upperclassmen. While his new teammates were sometimes more trouble than they were worth, he had invested too much time and money into developing these ‘products’ including all of those failed experiments at Susanoo…
All to create the perfect team to represent Project Mars.
So in other words it was too late to throw them away and start from scratch.
After all, despite their defects he couldn’t deny their performances on the field and while they still needed some touch ups, their progress was coming along sufficiently enough they would be ready soon…
For the battles to come, they would need every card up their sleeve and Nosaka had no intention of decking out.
In the meantime, while Nosaka was attempting to recover his energy from separating the disgruntled Outei Eleven, Yuka continued gazing disinterestedly outside the window with his earbuds tucked tightly into his ears.
Only half listening to the prior conversation, Yuka found himself agreeing with the tiresome Kotarou for once and had been a bit surprised to see Senna and Okumi recruited to the team considering the lacklustre performance shown by the two in the Susanoo vs Zeus match.
Both strikers seemed to act without their brains, just mindlessly charging through with power alone without any regard for Zeus’s tactics or higher level of ball handling and passing.
Well…
There could be a use for some meat-shields on the field he guessed.
However, what was more concerning was that though Nosaka talked a big game, so far, Yuka wasn’t completely sold on the decisions the Outei captain was making or the teammates he had been introduced to. Looking back again with disgust at the other Outei players who looked more like a ragtag group of delinquents rather than a soccer team, Yuka made a mental note to observe the quarterfinal match tomorrow with Kidokawa Seishuu carefully to see whether or not the Outei Eleven were useful to his goals or whether it was time to fly on his own…
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Kidokawa Seishuu Stadium, Holy Road Quarterfinals, Outei Tsukinomiya vs Kidokawa Seishuu
[ANDDDDD THAT CONCLUDES THE FIRST HALF OF THE THIRD QUARTERFINAL MATCH! OUTEI TSUKINOMIYA COMPLETE SHUTS OUT KIDOKAWA SEISHUU FROM SCORING WHILE MAINTAINING AN IMPRESSIVE 4 POINT LEAD!]
Yawn
Laying a towel over his eyes while resting back on his signature neck pillow, Tamaki finished sticking neon-green ear plugs into his ears and immersed himself in a meditative nothingness that impressed the awe-stricken Umika nearby who clapped her hands quietly.
Despite tight formations and usage of their signature ‘God Triangle’, even the new ‘Red Devil’ Akuma Ganeko of Kidokawa Seishuu had been completely locked out from getting anywhere near Outei’s goal much to Tamaki’s annoyance. Nosaka had promised him that if he joined his team or whatever he would show him something interesting but so far it seemed the matches were only becoming increasingly trivial just as he foresaw when he first agreed to join.
Though he could admit that while at the beginning, the soccer matches had been a semi-useful way to pass time, now they were more of a pain in the ar*e with lukewarm plays and sloppy techniques abundant despite these being the supposed ‘top’ teams in Japan.
Perhaps it was simply the low level of soccer in Japan?
Thinking about it more, Tamaki had barely put in any effort and yet managed to cinch a lofty title like the ‘Child of Soccer’ so he supposed he shouldn’t have built any expectations to see something interesting in the first place. But on the other hand, Japan was supposedly one of the reigning giants in the soccer world alongside Argentina, Egypt and Greece if Nosaka was to be believed…
Hmm…
Not quite sure where this thought process was going to lead him, Tamaki decided that was enough thinking for now and settled comfortably into a reminder of his golden rule :
If you don’t have any expectations, you can’t be disappointed.
Content with this conclusion for his nap, Tamaki was unsurprised to feel himself being carried onto the field by Haizaki and began to stretch on the field like a cat to try and wake up his muscles but it seemed futile. The match had been so utterly monotonous thus far that he barely had any strength or will to stand anymore.
Sigh…
How could he make things slightly less tedious?
Oh?
Was that…
Tamaki paused as he saw Akuma laugh smugly while Senna groaned and blocked his eyes which had just been blinded by a smile mirror that stuck out from the front of Akuma’s cleats.
Running over before Akuma could move, Tamaki tilted his hand next to Akuma’s and asked softly,
“What yyyyyou got ttttttthere?”
“What the fuc—?”
Thinking he had gotten past his marker, Akuma’s eyes widened before narrowing again and preparing the laser he had snuck up his sleeve.
“Take this—”
However, no sooner had he pressed the button did Tamaki snatch it from his hands and begin to examine it curiously.
Was this how desperate those insects were to win this stupid little game? thought Tamaki listlessly as he threw the laser pen back to Akuma.
It wasn’t completely dull seeing them struggle like this before their last moments.
“What other tttttttttricks you gottttttttt?” asked Tamaki with a kernel of enthusiasm as he kept running alongside Akuma who, while confused, decided to still go for a goal upon seeing Tamaki had no intention of blocking him.
“Go to hell!” cried Akuma before releasing a deluge of sharp, metal spikes that were sure to cause an injury to any player caught off guard. While he wasn’t sure whether he would need them, that a*sehole from Outei Tsukinomiya was begging for it so he might as well give the people what they want.
Phew
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Akuma saw Tamaki disappear at the corner of his eye and he let out a sigh of relief and regrouped with his teammates to prepare to go up against Outei’s tight defensive line when he felt a breath down his neck.
“Was that it?” asked Tamaki with disappointment dripping from his every word.
After all that build-up, Tamaki had at least expected some knives, poison or brass knuckles and yet it was something as trivial as spikes…
This level of cheating could hardly even be considered a prank, much less anything worth his attention.
Welllll….
Then it was time to play a game.
If they weren’t going to fight anyone interesting he might as well face the next best thing to alleviate his boredom for just a moment.
Sensing what was happening across the field, Nosaka felt a drop of sweat run down his spine.
He had seen this happen before in the preliminaries…
Tamaki was a complete loose cannon so it was better to let their ace midfielder let off some steam rather than go against the ‘Child of Soccer’ when he was like this. The match was already in the bag so it didn’t matter if they lost some points right now anyway.
“Junpei, Fukushima, Kawabata, fall back!” barked Nosaka but groaned internally when he saw the silver-haired midfielder deliberately move into the path of the blond and violet-haired defenders to initiate a battle for possession.
“Stop hogging the limelight you narcoleptic sloth!” whispered Yokunaba fiercely while maintaining a perfect facade for the cameras that showed no ounce of displeasure.
Moving to support Yokunaba’s agile movements, Kotarou butt into the conversation casually,
“I don’t know Fukushima-san! Having a teammate turn traitor on us sounds much more appealing to the audience doesn’t it? I hope they get my good side when they take a picture of me stealing the ball back from the ‘Child of Soccer’ himself!”
“Hey”
Brushing his hair up so his usually hidden eye could be seen, Tamaki looked at the two Outei defenders who seemed to think he was joking and warned them threateningly,
“If you’re not going to try, I’m going to be really pissed.” while emitting a potent aura that put both defenders instantly on edge.
Scared out of their wits at once, both defenders instinctually released their Dark Keshins for the first time in the tournament.
𝔻𝔸ℝ𝕂 𝕂𝔼𝕊ℍ𝕀ℕ : 𝕎𝕀𝕋ℂℍ 𝕆𝔽 𝔹𝕃𝕆𝕆𝔻, 𝔼𝕃𝕀ℤ𝔸𝔹𝔼𝕋ℍ 𝔹𝔸𝕋ℍ𝕆ℝ𝕐!
𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕂𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 : 𝕍𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕠 ℕ𝕠𝕤𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕦!
Giving a grunt of approval, Tamaki stepped around the ball widely while keeping his foot low before stepping over the ball again fluidly.
“Ha! You really think we haven’t learned about a simple step-over? Are you insane?” asked Yokunaba incredulously and signalled to Kotarou to block his trajectory when Tamaki continued to push the ball away with the outside of his other foot before either could react.
“What the—”
Mouth hanging ajar, Kotarou watched wordlessly as Tamaki executed a mesmerising double step over before their very eyes, with such ease that he couldn’t even be mad at how easily the two defenders had been evaded despite using their Keshins to enhance their reaction times.
[Goal?! Midfielder Tamaki Takashima scores the first point for Kidokawa Seishuu, putting them on the board with an own-goal?]
While unsure of what was happening but content with the result, Akuma narrowed his eyes wickedly thinking he could use this to their advantage. Ignoring the whistle that indicated the match was resuming, he ran up to Tamaki and wrapped one arm around the other boy’s shoulder whilst laughing loudly at the Outei Eleven.
“Hahahaha! Trouble in paradise you freaks? Even your star player wants us to win!”
Tamaki looked down at his shoulder where the other’s boy arm was now resting and he frowned with displeasure. Just as one would want to shake off a cockroach or spider if one was crawling on their body, Tamaki’s body instinctively cringed and he backed up with hackles raised.
Ugh.
“Dirty…”
Confused at the other boy’s change in attitude, Akuma wrinkled his nose at Tamaki’s strange behaviour and ran up to the midfielder once again.
“What did you say?”
Seeing Akuma get closer to him again, Tamaki decided he should finally swat this nuisance away and waved to Nosaka to pass the ball. Accepting it with the side of his right foot, Tamaki bounced the ball a few times before giving the ball a swift kick that made a smooth arc in the air.
“Die”
Crack
Huff Huff
Akuma took a few quick breaths as his brain tried to process where he was. Though he had just been standing at the opposite side of the field, he now had lost all feeling in his body and managing to slightly crane his head to the right, he found the ball rolling next to him in the goal. Akuma tried to stand unsteadily but found that neither his arms or legs would respond and the world slowly began to spin as he lost consciousness.
Tweet Tweet!
[A yellow card for midfielder Tamaki Takashima and penalty kick for Kidokawa Seishuu! However, it looks like Kidokawa striker Akuma Ganeko will be out of commission so their chances of moving on to the semifinals look grim! ]
Watching the match intently from the sidelines, Yuka sneered seeing Tamaki walk back and cocoon himself in his blanket and sleep mask without any concern about the match.
It looks like it would be worth staying after all.
Seeing Tamaki toy with the Kidokawa Seishuu players filled Yuka with a vile repulsion that reminded him of a certain other genius he knew. Doing whatever they pleased with ease and destroying the lives of others without a care…
This was exactly what was wrong with soccer.
And Yuka was going to put an end to it all.
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“Well, that went as expected,” muttered Kenji crankily while Galahad and Leonidas nodded in agreement.
Outei Tsukinomyia were the clear expected winners of their quarterfinal match and to no one’s surprise it had ended 9-1 after Tamaki had been kicked off the field.
To be honest, while Galahad had no good feelings for the ex-Raimon forward, seeing Akuma arms bent backwards and his legs splayed out like a broken doll by Tamaki’s fierce kick made Galahad feel a twinge of pity for the other boy.
“Mmm, that was satisfying. At least someone on their team has the balls to take out that loser.”
“Yamashiro-san…”
Galahad gave Nariko a look of disapproval at her commentary, to which the older girl shrugged to show she had no regrets.
“Don’t be a wet rag, Galahad. We were all thinking it anyway and I thought you of all people would get it.”
Then nudging Mika’s shoulder, Nariko asked leeringly,
“I’m sure Kuroha-san here agrees with me. Must be nice to see that little s*it get what was coming for him, hmm?”
“Oh…”
Opening her mouth in a smile ‘o-shape’, Mika blinked a few times and answered slowly,
“Our relationship with Mr.Ganeko ended when he terminated his membership with the Raimon team. As there is no reason to concern ourselves with his matters any longer, I see no reason for us to show any interest in what happens to him.”
Hearing this, Narikp rolled her eyes at the typical response from Mika and pulled Naoki up from his seat to take a walk while they waited for the next quarterfinal match to begin. Meanwhile, Galahad gave a look to his left where Mika and Serika were still sitting quietly despite the match between Outei and Kidokawa ending minutes ago.
While this was rather expected behaviour from Mika, it felt very unnatural that Serika had been so reticent during the entirety of the game. He had expected she of all people was the most likely to join Nariko in revelling in Akuma’s miserable defeat but she had barely bat an eye as the enemy striker was carried off in a stretcher.
Feeling like he was losing his mind trying to guess what was going on in their heads, Galahad didn’t notice that a familiar face had snuck up on them and looked up when felt a finger tap his shoulder playfully. Turning his head around, he was greeted by a familiar set of snowflake earrings and icy-blue hair tied back in a high ponytail belonging to the Hakuren ‘Winter Lady’.
“Tsukishiro-san?”
“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten me already puppy-kun?
Galahad put his arm behind his head awkwardly and laughed nervously at the familiar teasing,
“How could I forget you, Tsukishiro-san…”
“Mmmhmm…that’s what I thought~~ Anyway, I was hoping it’d be alright if my friends and I joined you. It’s okay, right?”
Friends?
Wondering who she was talking about, Galahad and now Mika and Serika whose attention had been grabbed by Tsukishiro’s loud entrance, all turned their heads to see who was standing behind the tall Hakuren captain and were taken aback seeing some familiar but not so familiar faces.
Mika bowed slightly as a greeting, upon recognition of Tsukishiro’s company and a girl with sun-orange hair and sunglow yellow eyes popped her head out nervously and gave a timid bow.
“Erm…Hello! It’s nice to meet you. My name’s Khronoa Yoshizawa, I’m a forward for Zeus Academy and I’m looking forward to our match in the semifinals!”
Then stepping out from behind her, a group of five to six teenagers who Mika recognised as fellow members of the Zeus Eleven all gave small waves or slight nods to introduce themselves.
“This is our captain, Rhea Kikuchi…midfielders Selene Otsuki, Polus Ikeda, Menoetius Watanabe and my younger brother Prometheus Yoshizawa. We met up with Tsukishiro at the entrance and she said she wanted to introduce us to some of her friends… I hope we’re not bothering you!”
Feeling like she needed to give some sort of greeting due to the awkward silence that ensued, Selene took her right hand out of her pocket and gave a simple, “Yo, what’s up” and sat down behind Gabriel without hesitation.
“Selene!!” whispered Khronoa urgently at the side of her mouth but fortunately Mika took notice and reassured her,
“Apologies for our lack of manners Yoshizawa-san. It’s an honour to be able to make the acquaintance of such a renowned team as Zeus Academy. My name is Mika Kuroha, a striker for Raimon Jr.High, this is our goalkeeper An Hyun-Ki, defenders Galahad Yozora and Gabriel Oami , midfielders Serika Afuro, Kenji Aihara, Makoto Rikitake, Sadao Daiguji and forward Leonidas Tsujo.”
Letting out a sigh of relief inside, Khronoa smiled gratefully at Mika’s invitation and the two teams quickly intermingled as the members introduced themselves to each other more closely and before she knew it, Khronoa found herself sitting next to the infamous ‘Demon Queen’ of Raimon when the match between Eisei Gakuen and Dragonlink began.
Seeing the match start, Khronoa watched the field carefully and clasped her hands together joyfully when she saw the Eisei Eleven walk onto the field and spoke with awe in her voice,
“I can’t believe we get to see the Celestial Guardians in person! They were absolutely wonderful in last year’s FFI…especially Seiryuu! I can’t believe he was the top scorer in the tournament in just his second year! Isn’t that amazing Kuroha-san?”
“Sure” replied Mika curtly though Khronoa thought she sensed the slightest hint of displeasure in the striker’s voice.
Had she touched upon a touchy subject?
Not wanting to make the conversation turn cold, Khronoa decided it was time to veer topics and she quietly pretended she hadn’t taken notice of Mika’s lack of enthusiasm regarding Seiryuu and continued to converse with the Raimon striker as the match began.
[GOAAAAAAALLLLL!!!! SEIRYUU MAKES HIS FOURTH CONSECUTIVE HAT TRICK AT THIS YEAR’S HOLY ROAD…]
Ignoring the announcer’s deafening commentary, Khronoa put a finger to her lips and contemplated aloud as the scoreboard changed to reflect the goal,
“Hmm, things aren’t looking for Dragonlink…I suppose this means we’ll be seeing Eisei Gakuen vs Outei Tsukinomiya in the other semi-final match, what do you think, Kuroha-san?”
Wondering if Khronoa was just being considerate in case she was a Dragonlink fan or just deluded, Mika gave a look of bewilderment to Khronoa. She supposed she should give the Zeus ‘Saintess’ the benefit of the doubt considering Khronoa was still using crutches after her injury in yesterday’s match. Though whether an ankle sprain could lead to a brain injury was outside of Mika’s realm of expertise…
“I think it’s quite obvious who the winner will be Yoshizawa-san, Dragonlink’s Holy Road will be ending here. Not only do their players lack the technique and physiques to compete with the superior Eisei Gakuen players but it’s clear their coach is completely outclassed by Coach Saginuma. It wouldn’t be illogical to begin preparations to head home now.” finished Mika as the scoreboard changed yet again to reflect another goal by Eisei Gakuen.
Khronoa hummed in agreement as she heard the announcer declare Eisei had just scored their seventh goal in the match. While she usually thought it would be slightly rude to declare a team as the loser before the match ended, there were only 15 minutes remaining with Eisei Gakuen maintaining a 8-0 lead…
It was rather a shame however, with the match ending soon that meant her time conversing with Mika would be coming to an end. After sitting next to her for the duration of the last quarterfinal match, Khronoa was completely baffled as to how such a kind girl could be given a rather unpleasant title of ‘Raimon’s Demon Queen’. Though Mika could be a bit…unapproachable at times, her initial impression of the fellow ace striker was that of a reserved but overall respectful person.
Well, that was why Khronoa never judged a person based on silly rumours.
Turning around in her seat, she gave her phone to Mika so she could add her in Line and began to talk with a bit less restraint now that they had gotten to know each other[2].
“Well then…I guess we’ll be seeing each other next week then? It’s such a relief that we have the chance to fight a team like the legendary ‘Raimon Jr.High’ without worrying about those horrible ‘Dark Keshins’ or that ‘Project Mars’ Outei Tsukinomiya keeps going on about! When I saw how much fun you were having in your match against Hakuren in your quarterfinal match I just knew we had to win ours and face you!”
Not noticing that Mika’s face fell abruptly at her last sentence, Khronao continued on sweetly,
“Just because we’re friends now Kuroha-san doesn’t mean we’re going to go easy on you! Zeus is going to do our very best to win and I hope it’ll be the same for you. Let’s promise to both go all out and play a semifinals that everyone is going to remember! No regrets will be left on the field, right Kuro—”
Finally stopping to look over, she saw that Mika’s amethyst eyes seemed to have lost their light and Khronoa paused wondering if it was something that she had said. She hadn’t thought she had said anything impolite but she decided to apologise just in case she had said something thoughtlessly,
“I’m sorry Kuroha-san. Did I say something wrong?”
“Ah…no…”
Mika scraped the bottom of her lip with the tip of her index finger agitatedly as Khronoa’s words echoed inside of her head.
When I saw how much fun you were having in your match against Hakuren in your quarterfinal match…
When I saw how much fun you were having in your match against Hakuren in your quarterfinal match…
Those words…
She had heard them before.
The day that had started it all.
A boy who had bumped into her like a bumbling fool.
“I know you! You're the legendary Demon Queen of Raimon Jr.High!”
Speaking whatever ridiculous thoughts came to his mind.
“When I joined the Raimon Jr.High I heard you quit the team and I couldn't believe it ya know? The soccer ball doesn't lie and when I saw your shoot I just knew you pack all your emotions into the ball don't you? You must really love soccer…”
Sticking his nose into other people’s affairs without hesitation.
“You love soccer and if soccer heard you say that... I think it would be very sad!”
And now, even Khronoa, who she had only spoken with for a few hours, was saying that she was ‘having fun’ during her match against Hakuren?
That was ridiculous!
To have fun meant deriving amusement, joy or pleasure from the action in question.
When Mika played soccer she felt no such joy like that which would be needed to ‘have fun’.
But then…
Why was she exerting so much of herself in these matches? If she were solely focused on the prestige and reputation while soccer was admittedly one of the most well respected extracurriculars in their world right now there were other ways she could do it. And what about that strange sense of frustration she had felt after their victory against Hakuren…
If she was only concerned about the results…then it wouldn’t have mattered right?
Oh no.
And the strange pangs in her chest she had felt whenever she played…
The inexplicable emotions that arose whenever she kicked a ball…
While it was possible that those were the symptoms of a more severe health condition or heart attack, based on the various factors such as age and current health status that was highly unlikely.
Had Yuka been right all along?
Did she…
Did she…actually….
Actually like soccer?
Feeling as though she had just been hit by a lightning bolt, Mika’s eyes widened terrifyingly and she sat shell shocked in her seat.
“Kuroha-san?”
“Kuroha-san??” repeated Khronoa and she began to reach out with her hand to shake the other girl’s shoulder when Mika calmed down just as quickly as she had panicked.
“My apologies, Yoshizawa-san. I just…had a thought come to my mind. What were you saying?”
“Ah no it’s fine! I was just trying to apologise if I had misspoken earlier in our conversation that’s all.”
“There’s no need for apologies, you didn’t say anything inconsiderate, you simply reminded me of something that I had…forgotten.”
Relieved that this was the case and that she hadn’t just botched a new potential friendship, Khronoa put a hand over her clavicle and let out a deep sigh.
“Oh then all I was saying was that we’ll be looking forward to our match against you in the semifinals…”
Hesitating for a moment, Khronoa closed her eyes nervously and managed to get out the last words that Selene told her to say,
“A-And we’re not going to lose!”
Not wanting to hear a response after saying such an embarrassing and childish declaration of war, Khronoa bowed deeply and made her escape with the other Zeus members as the stadium began to clear out after the announcement that the match was over with Eisei coming out victorious at 10-0 over Dragonlink.
“Well, did you say it?” bugged Selene on their way out of the stadium doors.
“Yes…are you sure that's what we're supposed to say to each other before the match? It seems rather rude…”
“It’s not rude! It’s just friendly competition, that's all so stop worrying about it and let’s get back quickly. You need to rest up before the semi finals next week, Noa!”
Grabbing a wheelchair despite Khronoa insisting that she didn’t need one, Selene began to chase after Prometheus as he stole the handles and started to race full speed with Khronoa still in the wheelchair to the bus.
“Prometheusssssssssssss! Stooooooppppppppppp!!!” screamed Khronoa as the stadium began to get smaller in the distance.
Ignoring their screams, Prometheus continued to speed faster and faster and the Zeus players left the stadium in high spirits as the anticipation for the semifinals continued to grow amongst the four remaining teams left in the Holy Road.
Days Until Semifinals (Zeus vs Raimon and Eisei vs Outei) : Six