Notes: Well, I wanted to do something away from my usual Smash Bros fare. So, yeah Splatoon! So far the best game of 2015, that I've played. (We'll see if that holds when I get my hands on Xenoblade Chronicles X)

Prologue 1: 3 Veterans

"Ink, I've got you covered!" A voice said over an earpiece. The faint line of the laser sight passed by his head. He just nodded.

"Understood. I'm going to continue." He began to run towards enemy territory. It was already inked and covered with the enemies ink. Ink just held his N-ZAP '85 in front of him and shooting .

"Someone may be hiding in there, do you have a full Echolocator charge yet?" Someone asked.

"No. It's about half full." Ink replied, checking a watch that displayed a meter. "I'm going to risk it."

He just began shooting and spreading his ink across the enemies ink. He turned a corner and, then someone jumped out of the ink, and swung down their roller, splatting him.

When Ink had recovered and spawned at the spawn point, he quickly rushed back to the center area.

The inkling with the roller was frighteningly good. He knew when to retreat. When he was surrounded, he turned into a kraken and just quickly splatted the three of the attackers.

It quickly became no surprise when they lost.

"Damn it!" Ink shouted frustrated. He just looked at his team mates. He couldn't, and wouldn't blame them, they were just two random people, who were just there and they had teamed up with. There was also his twin sister Ika. But none of them were to blame. That roller was just too good.

"If only..." In his head he was constantly going through the possibilities of what he could have done differently. Trying to find some way that he could of approached it that would have lead to their victory.

It seemed to affect him into their next match. At the conclusion of that match, his sister just turned to him. "Hey, bro-bro, want to just call it a day?"

"Yeah, you're right." Ink sighed. "I'm tired, I think I need to go to sleep."

Ika just nodded. "Good call."

He just let off a small chuckle, knowing that she was probably going to drag him away by force anyways.

Ink was now dressed in a school uniform. A black jacket, with a white dress shirt, along with a cream colored sweater, and then a blue tie, that matched his blue hair. He was walking to school, however he was lagging behind his sister who was dressed in a similar uniform. The only differences being that she had a plaid skirt, and an orange tie to match her orange hair.

"Are you still thinking about our defeat?" His sister asked.

"Yeah." Ink sighed. "Just how could we be so weak Ika?"

"Well, you should know there are a lot of strong people, and that person was well versed in Turf War combat!" Ika said. "They knew where I was, and had avoided being in my sight the whole time, even though I don't think anyone on the other team had an Echolocater."

Ink just nodded. "I just feel so stupid for walking into that trap, and urgh..."

"Well, you better cheer up bro-bro." Ika said, with a smile across her face. "School's right around the corner."

Ink just froze, that did little to actually reassure him. He looked at the giant building, Inkopolis Private Academy. "I feel like skipping today." He said.

"Your attendance is all ready poor enough." Ika reminded him. "They'll take you off of the Turf War teams."

"I'm a spare anyways." Ink sighed. "And, they can't stop me from doing normal turf wars..."

"But I can." Ika replied. "If you don't go, I'll stop being your partner, and then you'll have to try and find 3 random people to form a team with. Or just go with some random people. Have I made myself clear?"

"Crystal." Ink replied.

"Okay, I'll see you later bro-bro!" Ika said, before running off.

Ink just made his way up to the school and through the hallways, to his locker. He just opened it and grabbed a few books before closing it. He made his way up to the Turf War Club's club room. Currently he was the only one in here. He imagined the club captain had just stepped out, otherwise she would be in here working on stuff.

He just sat down at a large table, on it there were a few magazines along with a new copy of Splat Power. He glanced at the cover, and read the various headlines. 'Five tips to improve your Turf War game', 'Interview with the Team Apex', 'The brand new Tri-Slosher! Three times the extra Slosh!'

Having some time to kill he decided to read the magazine. Mostly just focusing on the article about the the brand new Tri-Slosher. He just glanced at his wrist. "I probably can't use them either." Ink muttered to himself.

He continued reading through it, laughing at the tips presented for improving your game during a Turf War. "No duh." He laughed.

But soon his peace and quiet was disrupted. He could soon hear the loud noises of a group of people talking, making their way through the hallway and towards the club room. As they entered, Ink just looked up, and looked rather annoyed. A group of four other inklings had come into the room. They just all froze and looked at Ink.

"Oh, it looks like he's here." One said.

"Careful, I hear there's some rollers hiding in the storage closet." Another taunted.

Ink just did his best to ignore them. In front of him was one of the 10 Regular Squads at Inkopolis Private Academy.

"How do you think you can get into the regulars if that's how you do a turf war." One laughed.

"He won't, he's just going to stay as a spare for the rest of his school days."

"And he has some delusions of being a professional!"

"I think he even reads that trash thinking he'll get better."

Ink didn't react to any of their taunts, instead he just stood up, he looked at the closet. "You said there was a roller in there?" He asked. They just nodded. He went over to it, and opened the door. Inside was an assorted amount of crap that they were either trying to hide, or had no where else to put, it just carelessly tossed across the room. Ink soon saw the roller hanging on the wall. He just took it off of the wall, and inspected it. "A carbon roller. It's much lighter, and with my wrist, I probably can actually use this..."

He just glanced at the four of them. They were continuing with their taunts. "Careful, there might be a roller hiding behind the desk."

Ink just cracked a small smile, now knowing that they had indeed seen his rather embarrassing moment. He looked at the carbon roller in his hand. All it would take was 2 seconds and he could set the record straight with it. But the immediate suspension from school, and most likely the expulsion from the club didn't seem worth it.

He just put the carbon roller back and turned to face them and just walked out of the room. The taunts died down and he just made his way to his first class, and took his seat. He soon realized that he had stolen the Splat Power magazine from the club room. "I'll just return it during lunch, or after school..." He muttered. He opened it up and just decided to read a bit more, this time reading the article on the squad known as Apex. A professional Squad consisting of four members: Cetus, Leviathan, Hydra, and Siren.

Ink couldn't help but laugh, he couldn't help but think those were aliases meant to strike fear into their opponents.

The first bell rang, and Ink just placed the magazine into his bag. Slowly, inklings began to trickle in to the classroom. It was followed by the second bell, and the morning announcements. When all that was done, the class came to the realization that the teacher wasn't there. Some inklings just began to talk with their neighbors, discussing how their weekend was. A few got up and looked out into the hall, looking to see if the teacher was there. One had pulled out a bucket filled with ink and put it on top of the door, so that it would fall as soon as she walked through the door.

A few minutes later she walked in. However, much to everyone's shock, the bucket didn't fall. She had just opened it a little bit more, so she could fit, she didn't even bother to close the door. "All rise." the class president said. "Bow."

As they sat down, the teacher just looked at all of them. "Today we have a new student." She said. "You can come in."

Everyone's head turned to face the door. It began to open more, and everything played out in slow motion. The new student walked in, and the bucket began to fall. The bucket and ink fell all over the new student, and the class burst out into laughter. Even the teacher couldn't help but laugh. The new student stood there frozen, not even bothering to take off the bucket. He was probably trying to hide because of embarrassment.

Eventually he took off the bucket and just placed it on the ground. He had green hair, that was tied up into a top knot, the same style that every fresh inkling had. The blue ink that was in the bucket just drenched him. He walked over to the teacher's desk and put down a briefcase, opening it and just pulling out a special towel. Ink recognized it as one that was made of special fibers made to absorb ink, used in cleaning and repair of turf war equipment. After he cleaned of his face and the majority of the uniform he just faced the class.

"Hello, my name is Levi." He said, trying to sound cheery, but it was quite clear that he was seething with rage.

"You can sit down beside Ink." The Teacher said.

Ink just rose his hand, not even bothering to pay attention to the person, as he walked over to the empty seat beside him. They exchanged a few words, and class began as scheduled. Ink just put his head down onto the desk, and just ignored the teacher's droning on about something.

"Bored?" Levi whispered.

"Yeah." Ink replied. "Slightly."

"So, just between you and me, do you know who put that bucket up there?" Levi asked.

"That depends on what you're going to do with that information." Ink replied.

"I haven't decided yet." Levi replied. "Depends if this is going to be a repeat occurrence."

"Well, he pulls pranks on everyone, his original target was the teacher." Ink replied. "My guess is from how she entered into the classroom, she figured something was wrong. But the person you're looking for is third row, fourth seat."

Levi just turned his head and found the student. "Target locked. Thanks, Ink. You know, I almost didn't recognize you." Levi chuckled. "You're really different during a Turf War. I guess the uniform helps too..."

For the first time, Ink actually looked at his new neighbor. He suddenly realized that he had seen him before. In fact, this inkling was the very same inkling that had used the roller.

"YOU!" Ink shouted, jumping out of his seat, "ITS YOU!?" He was just pointing towards Levi. And then he remembered where he was. The entire class was just staring at him. He looked around to see the glares and students bursting out into laughter. "Sorry." He quickly apologized, sitting back down.

Soon class was over, and everyone was exiting from the room. "Hey, since I'm new here, and don't know my way around, would you like to help me?" Levi asked.

Ink just nodded, taking the schedule. "Oh, sorry." He apologized. "It would appear that we only have our first period and our lunch period at the same time. I can at least lead you to your next class."

"Okay, that's fine, and we can meet up during lunch, okay?" Levi said.

Ink just nodded. They went their separate ways. However, when Ink turned around, he bumped right into another Inkling. They both knocked each other down.

"Sorry!" Ink was quick to apologize. "I wasn't looking where I was going."

The other Inkling got up after picking up his phone off of the ground. "I'm sorry." He apologized, he was about a head shorter than Ink. "Neither was I."

For Ink, the next two classes went by painfully slowly. Particularly because he shared those classes with two of the people from that one Ranked Squad in the school. He had to endure various papers, and spit balls being sent towards him.

Ink didn't really understand why they were so antagonistic towards him. After all, they were only ranked 9th, and it wasn't like they were any good. They had no balance. Ika and her charger would easily have a field day with them.

But at the end of his third period, he met up with Levi, and they made their way to the cafeteria. They bought whatever slop was being passed up as food, and then made their way outside.

"How were your other classes?" Levi asked.

Ink just shrugged. "Boring, I guess. Getting annoyed at some idiots sending spitballs my way." Levi just nodded. "Yours?"

"Just introduced myself to the classes, sat down wherever the teacher wanted me to." Levi replied. "Asked a bit about the Turf War club, and didn't exactly get a good answer. So maybe you can explain."

"Yeah..." Ink sighed. "Well, we've got a Turf War club but due to how many people are in it, there are 10 regular teams. The top five are the Regulars, and the other five are reserve, everyone else are spares. If you join, you're put onto the spare side, unless you make a squad and."

"How do you get from Reserve to Regular?" Levi wondered.

"Well, either you're chosen by one of the teams if one of the members dropped out, or was kicked out by the school, or you form your own squad, and then you have to fight and work your way up."

"And where are you?" Levi wondered. "You've got to be on one of the regular teams, right?"

"Sorry to disappoint, but I'm a spare." Ink admitted.

Levi just looked shocked. "What? Why?! Was yesterday just a complete and total fluke?"

"I just haven't made a squad." Ink admitted. "I thought I'd be picked up by a squad, but that didn't happen. There's so much politics involved."

"Politics?" Levi wondered.

"They'd rather choose their friends. Rather than what they would benefit from and strengthen their team." Ink replied.

Levi just nodded. "I understand that." He said. They ate their lunch in peace, up until the squad that had been terrorizing Ink found him.

"Well, well, well." A voice said. Ink just let off a heavy sigh. "We found him, and it looks like he's with the new kid."

"You mean the lair." Another said. "Saying that he knows the Squid Sisters. What a load."

"Just trying to pull the whole 'I'm fresh, and can fit in.' routine." Another said.

"Go away guys." Ink said, glaring at them.

"Or what?" One taunted.

"I don't know, I just may challenge you to a turf war." Ink replied.

The four of them just laughed. "We're ranked, you aren't!"

"You're only the ninth ranked team." Ink replied. "You're reserve, and practically on the cutting list!"

"What was that?" One said.

Ink just glared at them. "I said you're a bunch two dimensional, bullies, and cannon fodder. You suck at Turf Wars. And I'm sick and tired of this. I'll take you and your squad down, and take your ranked team's position. Or maybe you're just afraid!"

"Fine, we'll accept your challenge." One said. "Tonight, after school. However, if you lose, you're going to have to quit the Turf War club. Good luck with finding 3 others before the end of the day!"

They just went off laughing. Levi just laughed. "Well, I'm glad I'm hanging around with you, it looks like there will never be a dull moment."

Ink just laughed. "Sorry about that, I guess I got carried away."

Levi just laughed. "Nah that's okay."

"It's just, since I fought you yesterday, my mind has been only on that." Ink admitted. "What if I did something differently, would we have won?"

"Probably." Levi replied. "I was kind of carrying that team."

"Well, now I need to form a squad by the end of the day." Ink said. "Levi, we just met and everything, so it might be a bit too much to ask, but can you join?"

"Yeah, sure." Levi laughed. "I was thinking of joining the Turf War club anyways, and this way, if we win, I get to fast track straight to being a regular member."

"Well, reserve, but I'm sure the two of us can quickly move up." Ink replied. "Okay, so two more."

"If only we had that Charger from your team yesterday..." Levi said.

Ink just looked at Levi. "We do, she's my sister. Just let me inform her." He replied. He just pulled out his cell phone and texted something over. There was a few minutes of brief texting back and forth. To pass the time, Levi just went and began doing something on his phone. Eventually Ink just looked up from his phone and had a smile across his face. "It's done. She's ready. So now we need one more..."

"Any ideas?" Levi asked. "Hate to say it, but sorry I'm new here."

Ink just fell back and lied on the ground. "Sorry, I don't really know anyone else." He said. "I guess if worst comes to worst, we could get a spare member or something. But for right now, there's a more pressing matter that needs to be dealt with."

"And that is?" Levi wondered.

"You know the Squid Sisters?!" Ink said rather surprised. "Or was it just a lie?"

Levi just smiled. "Yep, I know them." He said. "I can prove it!" He just reached into his bag and pulled out a CD. Ink just looked at it in shock.

"No way!" He said surprised. "This doesn't release until next week!"

Levi just nodded. "And that's not all." He said, pulling out the booklet from the jewel case. From the inside was the autograph of the two.

"Thanks for all your help." it read. And underneath was undoubtedly the signatures of Callie and Marie, the Squid Sisters.

"What did you help them with?" Ink asked, rather interested.

"Sorry, secret." Levi replied. "You know how all those famous people are, that and I had to sign a Non-Disclosure Agreement."

Ink just smiled. "Okay, I believe you." He said.

The bell rang to signify the end of lunch, and the two just went their separate ways.

The final two classes had been long and hard for a different reason all together. News of Ink challenging the Ranked 9 team had made it around the school very quickly.

A bit too quickly for his liking. He always caught the tail end of the conversations that the Turf War was happening after school. But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel that people were getting too hyped up for it.

There were whispers as soon as he entered the classroom. He sat at his desk and tried to think of who the fourth person on his squad would be.

A few people actually approached him.

"Hey is it true you challenged Aven's squad?" Someone asked.

"Yeah." Ink replied. "After school, we're going to have our fight. We're short one person, would you like to help us?"

But they would immediately back away. Ink just sighed. "Right, politics." He would remind himself. After all, even if they were only ranked 9th, you'd have to be crazy, stupid, or completely ignorant to fight with Aven's squad. Ink swore the only reason why Aven was able to form a squad and was one of the 10 ranked teams was because his father was a big sponsor of Inkopolis Private Academy.

Other conversations seemed a bit weird too. "Are you really having a Turf War with him?"

"Yes?"

"Just how did you do it?" One asked.

Ink just blinked a few times confused. "I asked him?"

"That's really all it took?"

"Yeah?"

"Amazing!"

Ink was just left completely confused as to whether they were having the same conversation.

But soon, the end of the day came, and he walked down to the club room. Or at least tried to, crowds and crowds of inklings were lining the hallways, making their way to the stadium that had the school's Turf War field. "This is strange..." Ink thought to himself. "There's never this many people watching other Turf Wars when they happen with the club..."

Eventually he made it to the club room.

Waiting for him there was Ika. Aven, and his goons were also there. There were also a few other ranked groups there, along with a few spare members. The ranked members were glaring, and not amused at this. He figured they probably took it as a direct attack, and were afraid of how this was going to play out. Would they lose all their power that they had to this newly cobbled together team?

"So, it's us, and who else did you manage to get?" Ika asked, either not noticing the mood, or she didn't care. Probably the latter.

Ink just looked around. "Come to think of it, I guess he doesn't know where the club room is..." He said. He just quickly poked his head out into the hall and just outside the room was Levi, who trying to make heads or tails of the map of the school.

"Sorry!" He quickly apologized. "This place is too confusing. Even with help."

Levi went into the club room, and looked around at the various people standing there. "Here's our third." Ink said.

"We know. You need four for a squad." One of the higher ranked teams said, with a rather large amount of hostility in his voice.

"I tried asking around." Ink replied. "However, well, no one would agree to help us. So, I'm hoping one of the spare members would be willing to join my team." Ink just waited. He imagined in the time that it took for Ika to get there, the Ranked teams talked with the spare members who were there, and they were to not volunteer to join them. And as expected, no one stepped forwards.

"Well, if you don't have 4 people for a squad, you can't fight." One said.

"You're telling us that after there's a huge crowd now out around the stadium?" Levi said.

They rushed to a window, and opened the blinds, sure enough practically the whole school was around the stadium in the bleachers, waiting for a fight. For some reason, there was also a camera crew that looked like it was from the local news. There were even outsiders there. Other Inklings from other schools, adults. Jellyfish. The Regulars were a bit shocked at this. "What's going on?"

"You haven't checked Squider recently, have you?" Levi said.

A bunch rushed to a nearby computer. Others pulled out their cell phones. "What's going on? Why is Inkopolis Private Academy trending?"

Ink just looked up at Levi and then down at his phone, and then back up at Levi once again. He just grabbed Levi, and pulled him into the storage closet, leaving everyone extremely confused. A few seconds later Ink opened the door. "Ika, you too, team meeting."

Ika just rushed in to the closet, and they closed the door. "Ink, what's going on?"

Ink was just looking right at Levi. "Just who are you? You said your name was Levi."

"Yep." Levi replied. "Although, I never did say that it was short for Leviathan."

Ink just laughed. "I should have made the connection. I was too focused on yesterday and the match and, urgh." he just let out a bunch of frustrated groans. "I even read that article in Splat Power! I should have known it just wasn't for this match."

"Just, what's going on?" Ika said a bit confused.

"I really hate you right now." Ink said.

"Ink, you're not explaining things again." Ika said.

Ink just tossed his cell phone right to Ika. "Start at the bottom and read up." Ink said. She caught it and began to read over the squider feed.

Leviathan Apex- First day at #InkopolisPrivateAcademy
Leviathan Apex- I wonder what the #TurfwarClub is like here. #InkopolisPrivateAcademy
Leviathan Apex- This uniform is so uncomfortable. I can't breath.
Leviathan Apex- First class... Boo :(
Leviathan Apex- I just met someone, he's super friendly. Unfortunately we only have our first class together.
Leviathan Apex- Class 2... was seated up front boo :(
Leviathan Apex- Class 3... Lunch is after this...
Leviathan Apex- Food looks awful. At least it's nice outside.
Leviathan Apex- Person I was eating lunch with just challenged someone to a #TurfWar. #InkopolisPrivateAcademy
Leviathan Apex- It's against a ranked team within #InkopolisPrivateAcademy. I wonder how good they are.
Leviathan Apex- He asked me to help him. I don't think he knows who I actually am.
Leviathan Apex- We just need one more person to make a squad
Leviathan Apex- Class 4... boo... People are whispering about the match.
Leviathan Apex- I think I just heard people in the hall talking. Did I just hear my name? Hehehe.
Leviathan Apex- Class 5. Art! Yay! Today is almost done, can't wait until the end of this class.
Leviathan Apex- So many people here are good artists. Here's what I drew.
Leviathan Apex- Class is over, everyone is talking about the #TurfWar
Leviathan Apex- Just went to check the stadium, and it's packed...
Leviathan Apex- Uh oh... this might be my fault...
Leviathan Apex- Crap, can't find the club room.

Ika just looked up from the screen and tossed the phone back to Ink. "And what was I supposed to be looking at?"

Ink just looked at his sister rather annoyed. "The name for starters?" He said. "Leviathan, Apex? Doesn't that ring a bell?"

She just shrugged.

"You know the professional team..." Ink said.

"I guess I probably should have deleted that Apex part from the handle, since I'm no longer in it." Levi sighed.

They just looked at him a bit shocked. "You're no longer in it?"

"I kind of quit because of reasons." Levi replied. "Politics, and I couldn't attend here if I was on the team."

"Great..." Ink sighed. "A former professional player is on our squad."

"Don't you mean, our squad is composed of three former professional players." Levi said.

Both Ink and Ika just went white. "What?" Ink said.

"The brother sister twin team Ink and Ika." Levi replied. "Come on, how many squids will have those names. Let alone be twins. When I saw those names yesterday, I did a double take, and then had to confirm it myself. I was a bit shocked though. Ink wasn't a roller, and Ika wasn't a shooter."

Ink just grabbed his wrist. "Yeah that's us." Ink admitted. "Can we not talk about this now... we have a Turf War to fight."

"Fine." Levi said. "But when we're done, I want the full story."

They walked out of the storage room. Everyone was just glaring at them. "So, you went and got a professional player to hide behind." Aven said.

The cat was out of the bag now.

"Former professional." Levi pointed out. "I had to quit to join this school."

"Isn't there rules, or something that says that they can't fight amateurs?" Someone said.

"But if he quit, then there's nothing that really is stopping him." Another added on.

"Well, there are people out there expecting a show." Another said. "I say, we allow it, just void the ranking match."

A bunch seemed to all agree on that. "No." One person said, and all pressure was suddenly on them, but she was mostly unaffected by their attempt at intimidating her. She was the student council president, the captain of the Turf War Club, and the leader of the first ranked team at Inkopolis Private Acadamy, Naomi Nori. "I don't think that would be fair to Levi, if he's been told that he can't participate in our school club activities, while there has been another former professional player in the club this whole time."

Everything in the room crashed to a halt. "What?" Everyone shouted.

"Who?"

"He might not of been as prolific as Levi, however, he was still a professional player." Naomi said.

"Who is it?"

"He's also involved in this Turf War." Naomi said. "Ink."

The focus had turned back to Ink. "What?" Aven shouted. "He was a former professional?"

"Yes." Naomi said.

"Then why did you allow this?"

"He said he would willingly join the spares, and just help out, he had no intention of becoming a ranked member." Naomi replied. "And I was curious, I wanted to see if people would connect the dots. Not to mention, when he joined, he had a wrist injury."

Ink just nodded. "Yes, and although it hasn't fully healed, I'm ready to begin fighting again."

"Wrist injury?" Aven said a bit surprised.

"In his professional career, Ink was a roller." Naomi explained.

"I hurt my wrist one day to try and splat some inklings, and well, it ended badly." Ink said. "I had to retire after that. I could still do Turf Wars and stuff, so that's why I became shooter instead. There was very little weight and strain put on the wrist."

"So, that's that."

"Still, you don't have a fourth person to help your squad." Naomi said. "Even with the three of you and your skill, our regulations are that it has to be a group of four versus four."

"So, we just need a spare member then, right?" Ink said. "Come on, one of you guys want to help us?"

However there was just silence. No one stepped forwards to be on the team.

"Figures." Ink laughed. It was to be expected. No one would want to join. If they did, they'd be in the shadows of those three. 'Reserve' was basically a code word for 'replace with whoever', no one would want to join.

There was suddenly a knocking at the door, every head just turned to face it, and it slowly opened.

Standing in the doorway was a rather small, and timid looking male inkling. Ink actually recognized him as the one he had bumped into earlier in the day. Everyone was just looking at him, making him even more nervous.

"Is something wrong?" Naomi asked, with a rather uncharacteristic smile across her face. Any time Ink saw her, she was hard, and cold. There was the odd moment with the new members where she was inviting. But with this Inkling, she was talking with a bit of softness that went beyond that.

"Um, well..." He just looked around the room. "I... Um... well..."

"Spit it out, we don't have all day." Aven said.

"Hey, leave the kid alone." Ink said. "He's clearly afraid and intimidated by all of us."

Levi just stepped right over to the kid and gave him a reassuring pat on the back. "It's okay, just take a deep breath and try again. And if you're having difficulty saying it, why don't you type it out." He suggested.

The kid nodded. "Thank you." He said. "I, I would like to join the Turf War club!"

Everyone just stared at him. Ika was the first to react. "Well, in that case. There's just a small test you have to do. It's just a small Turf War, and we were just trying to get a fourth member."

"Ika-" Ink was quick to protest, however Levi just quickly covered his mouth.

"Dude, shut up." Levi whispered. "No one else is going to join us. This could be our only chance to get a fourth teammate." Ink just nodded.

"Okay, I'll do it!" The kid said before anyone else could react.

"Great kid." Levi laughed. "You're on our side then."

Naomi just smiled, rather amused by it. Clearly the most frustrated was Aven. "Just what is this farce!" He shouted out frustrated.

"It's not a farce." Ink replied. "It's a Turf War. Now, anything else that has to be said can be said in the field. Due to someone we've got a large audience that we need to entertain."

"Well then, I guess we better go get changed into our uniforms then." Levi said, just slapping his hand across the kid's back. "Okay."

He just nodded a bit nervous. And they made their way down to a changing room.

Aven just glared at Naomi. "You're letting this happen?" He said rather frustrated.

She just smiled. "Yep."

"Why?! If they beat us, they could go after you next." Aven said.

Naomi just nodded. "Yes, that's they way it works."

"But you could veto it, as the club president you have the power." Aven said.

Naomi just smiled. "But why would I want to do that?" She asked. "Especially when my little brother has finally decided to start doing Turf Wars."

"What?!"

At the change rooms, Ika went in first, to quickly get changed, since the kid hadn't exactly brought his gym clothes and had to run to his locker to go get them. After Ika exited, the three boys went in and just began to change. The school's gym uniform was just a plain gray t-shirt, that had the school's crest across the center. And then the gym shorts were just loose navy shorts.

However, Levi wasn't changing into his gym clothes. "Hey, I thought you told us to change into our gym clothes."

"Yeah, I don't have any yet." Levi replied. "And I had intended to check out the turf war club anyways... so I kind of brought this."

He was in a form fitting black jacket with a large collar that went up past his chin. Around that was a bright yellow vest. On his back left hip there were two little trinkets.

With all of them changed, they walked out of the changing room and met up with Ika, and made their way to the stadium. They could hear the cries of the rather impatient people that got here. To at least entertain them, a few of the squads had been doing some exhibition matches. However, it was quite clear that they were frustrated, with not seeing what they actually came here to see.

Looking even more frustrated than the crowd was Aven, and his squad. They had their weapons chosen and were going to get ready.

"All right, before we go any further, I think we need a strategy meeting." Levi said. "And I guess introductions are in order. I don't think 'kid' is really going to cut it, you know."

"Oh. Right." The kid laughed. "I've just been so nervous, I forgot to introduce myself to everyone else. I'm Kelp!"

"Ink."

"Ika."

"And I'm Levi. I'll be using a roller in this upcoming battle. Ink, I'm assuming you're a shooter, and Ika is a Charger, just like yesterday."

"Yeah, that's probably the best way to do it." Ika said.

"So, what are you, Kelp?" Levi asked.

Kelp just looked at them a bit confused. "Um... well... I've never done a turf war before... so I don't know..."

"What?!" Levi said a bit shocked.

"If it's just regular Turf War rules, we should be fine then." Ika said. "We can press on ahead, cut them off, and he can stay back and ink everything we miss as we hold off the other squad."

"Yeah, that can work." Ink said. "Except, Ika. Can you do a big favor for me."

"And what's that?"

"Now that they know about my wrist injury, I just have a feeling that they're going to target it."

"So you want me to cover you, like I always do?" Ika asked.

"No, something else." Ink replied. "Can we talk about it elsewhere?"

"Yeah, that's fine." Ika said.

Ink just nodded. "Thanks."

"And while you guys are talking about your secret strategy, I'm going to get Kelp outfitted with a weapon." Levi said.

They just all nodded and quickly separated.

And... Prologue 1 done! Up next Prologue 2 and Kelp's side of the events.