"That's not even a kickflip!"

"Sorrrrryy!"

"Ugh...", the dark-skinned boy looked at his friend holding their filming camera. The two boys were spending their last day of summer at Splat Park, the nearby skatepark, shooting a skating video.

"Zinshu, lemme show you how it's done, take the camera.", the lighter skinned Inkling gave Zinshu the camera and proceeded to perform a kickflip.

"Shiro can we eat now, I can't do kickflips, end of story...", Shiro rolled his eyes and put the camera in his backpack. The two boys skated down to the subway to get back to Eastern Inkopolis where the shopping district was. The boys liked to go to a sandwich shop where their other friend's dad worked. They didn't really like the subway, weird adult Inklings that smelled of coffee would constantly be on the trains in the evening . Shiro searched his backpack for his headphones and started to play his sisters' music.

Once off the subway the Inklings skated over to the shop. It was a modern looking restaurant, the colors on the interior of the shop were white and green with a blue stripe that went around all over the building at about waist level. Zinshu had to pay because he lost in a game of S.Q.U.I.D. Once paid, their sandwiches left the store in hand.

Shiro still had his headphones on listening to Squid Sisters when he looked up at the big screens that had advertisements playing. One was about a Turf Wars tournament that would take place during the second week of school. Shiro remembered The Summer Splash he recently went to. The Summer Splash was the biggest Turf Wars Tournament in Inkopolis. The winner of The Splash would usually go on to represent Inkopolis in the state Tournament then the Regional Battle and then the National War. The winners of the National Turf War would have their team names written in history and wouldn't have a problem with money. Shiro would kill to be in an Inkopolis team that won the National War, not literally, though.

Zinshu had the same desire, except he would never talk about it. Their nerdy friend, who was the son of the shop owner, Reiji, did not want to be in a team. He believed that he was not athletic enough to shoot an ink rifle at another Inkling and run for five minutes straight, which was sadly true.

The end of the day was coming and school was arriving closer than ever. Shiro and Zinshu parted their ways and arrived at their homes. 7th grade would not be fun for the two, just the same as 6th grade.

Or would it?