Prologue
It had been a long day. At school, everyone had taken tests in at least two classes. Tennis practice had gone well, so no one had had to run laps or drink any of Inui's juice. The entire Seigaku tennis team was currently headed home after spending some time at the Kawamura sushi shop. They were walking though a park that was on the fastest route home for all of them. Takashi was with them, walking part way with them just to spend more time with the tennis team before he left to go to culinary school after his year was done. Eiji was talking and gesturing wildly about something as Momo and Oishi listened, trying to get in a few words whenever Eiji stopped for breath. Momo was walking beside Ryoma, and the two walked behind the Golden Pair, ducking periodically to avoid Eiji's flailing arms. Kaido and Inui walked behind Momo and Ryoma, talking to Fuji, Takashi, and Tezuka. The group was about halfway through the park and about to turn a bend in the path when Fuji let out a yelp and bent down to rub his ankle. Everyone stopped to look at Fuji.
"You ok Fuji?" Eiji asked.
"Yeah," Fuji answered as he stood back up, "Just felt like something bit my ankle." The group walked on. Fuji fell back from the rest of the group and looked down at his hand. What he hadn't told them was that a dart had hit his ankle. He looked at the dart that he was holding in his hand and knew that he had to get home before whatever had hit him took effect. He put the dart in the pocket of his Regulars jacket and acted like nothing had happened. As the group rounded the bend, Fuji instantly knew that something was off.