DISCLAIMER: I do not own Prince of Tennis. I wish I own Royal Pair though, but I don't. Sob...

WARNING: This will be YAOI / BL story. Possible MPREG in the future. If you don't know what that means you should check it beforehand. Cannon characters may be OCC.

Warning #2: This chapter is not beta-ed yet. It will be replaced later on.

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A/N:Sumimasen minna that you had to wait for so long. I really wasn't able to write the next chapter sooner. To make you up for this I'm giving you a long one with a surprise at the beginning. Just to remind you – Keigo's father is Kazuhiro.

ENJOY !


Chapter 13: The camp begins.

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Previously on chapter 12:

"Che, you don't even deny it," Echizen put on his Fila cap and grabbed his suitcase, "I'm going to sleep at the hotel today. See you at the camp Monkey King," he left the room and shut the door behind him with a loud bang, leaving Keigo alone in their room. Was it over to their freshly blossoming love? In the end Ryoma was too stubborn to come back and Keigo was too proud too call him back.

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LEMON WARNING

The black hair teen kissed his lover and pushed him onto the bed. Not breaking the kiss he moved his hands up revealing well shaped abs. Years of training tennis clearly formed this lean body. He unbuttoned brown hair young man's shirt kissing his way up from the belly button, through the collar bone up to the neck. He could feel his lover's hands plaiting behind his head, pulling him down, lusting for the kiss. With no reason to oppose he lowered his face and covered his lover's lips with his own, feeling creeps all over his body, when the cold hands started to brush his back. The kiss was long and deep, but something was missing. It wasn't as passionate and breath-taking as usually. The black hair boy broke of the kiss and sat on the bed. He looked at his half-naked boyfriend with understanding. To be honest he was perfectly aware of the reason for his lover being so concerned. After all he was the one who initiated it and now it seems that everything was falling apart. He took one more glance at the young man lying on the bed. There was no sign of his ever-present smile. The black-hair teen sighed and asked, "Are that worried about them Fuji?"

Before they came to the room they happen to see angry Echizen leaving a dormitory, carrying a luggage. Adding the mood Atobe was in for the whole day and the way he was behaving during Team USA's presentation, it wasn't hard to figure out that those two had a quarrel and judging from the intensity with which Ryoma shut the door behind him the argument was rather serious.

"Saa, it was such a nice view to see them together, although they pretended that nothing was between them. All those trips and interviews must have been hard for Echizen during those past few years, but lately he started to look… I don't know… happier?"

"Heh, I think I know what you are talking about Fuji. Since Atobe entered the high school he was pretty busy with his work and this year I really started to worry about him. He may not show it, but it was a hard time for him and since they became close with Echizen he somehow calmed down a little."

"They are meant to be together don't you think?" Fuji smiled sitting up.

Oshitari nodded, but then a weird feeling shook his body. By now he knew exactly what was it. He looked at his boyfriend and saw the sparkles in his open eyes. The tensai was definitely up to something and nothing was going to stop him now. Really he is so cute when determined like that.

The former Hyotei tensai leaned down pushing Fuji back to the horizontal position placing a wet and hot kiss on his lips. His hands started to wander all over Fuji's bare upper-body. The tensai moaned when Oshitari bit one of his nipples. The shivers that went down his back made him to arch, pushing him deeper into the bed and automatically lifting the lower part of his body up, which resulted in groans and moans from the other tensai. Oshitari got visibly bigger under the touch and shuddered. His mouth was now making its way down Fuji's chest, leaving the wet trace of saliva behind.

Fuji immersed his right hand in Oshitari's hair and led him, without a false prudery straight to his erection, giving his lover clear information about his needs. Oshitari didn't have to be told twice. He unbuttoned Fuji's pants and took them off, together with the black boxers. Now the light hair tensai was lying on the bed fully exposed to his boyfriend, lusting for his mouth on his cock.

To his undisguised satisfaction soon enough he felt warm and wet tongue licking the top of his head. Oshitari was playing with him in the most teasing way. He was licking, kissing, even biting slightly, but never took him fully into his mouth. Fuji tried his best bearing with this growing, yet insatiable sensation, but he lost in the end. He pulled Oshitari down making him to fully cover his erection. The later didn't even choke. He lifted his head up only to remark that Fuji is as demanding as ever, than came back to his previous occupation, receiving loud moans and groans from the other tensai.

Fuji withstood it for a while, relishing with the growing heat that was quickly overwhelming his whole body and making his mind blank, before he climaxed, spitting his semen right into Oshitari's throat. The latter, supported on his arms, drew closer to Fuji's face letting him to lick the rest of his own seeds, which have left around his lips, sliding two fingers inside his lover's entrance at the same time.

Fuji groaned in pleasure at the friction, digging his teeth into Oshitari's shoulder. With each push he was leaving deeper and deeper marks on his boyfriend's arm. Once Oshitari decided that his Fuji is ready he lifted his hips, positioning himself between his legs and trusting completely inside. The feeling of Fuji clenching around him has made him even bigger. He groaned in pure ecstasy when Fuji moved his hips, making Oshitari to slide in and out. Both of them wanted more, harder, faster. With each thrust they were closer to blast from the growing sensation. Oshitari reached down between them to grab Fuji's again erect penis and rubbed it until they came together a moment later.

LEMON END

"You are amazing Fuji," Oshitari gasped rolling off his boyfriend on the bed.

"So you are," the other teen replied enhancing the pillow below his head. It was supposed to be the moment when they assure each other about their love, but it wasn't the case for them. They have never talked about their feelings, they didn't call each other by their first names. Their relationship was based on a mutual pleasure and benefits. They have never looked for the romantic feelings or sweet words. They just enjoyed it as it was.

xxx

Kevin was sitting in the floppy armchair in his hotel room, watching Ryoma's final match from the last tournament and sipping the cool beer. Those tiny refrigerators were undoubtedly one of the most useful equipment in the room. They were always full and never asked him how old he was.

It was only half an hour into the match and Ryoma was already leading 4 games to 1. Kevin hissed. He loved that cocky princess. He really loved him, as a brother and as a best friend, but it was such a frustrating feeling not being able to win against him at tennis. The same goes for Nanjiroh. The only comforting thought was that Ryoma was also losing to his father. By now their score of won matches against each other was somewhere around a tie. Lots of people would give everything they had to be in Kevin's shoes. He was able to train with both Echizens almost everyday, exploring their weaknesses and improving his own skills, playing against the best.

At the moment when the match came to an end, a loud sound of someone knocking the door filled the room. Kevin looked at the watch. It was already over ten p.m., so he decided to ignore it. Unfortunately the person on the other side of the door was extremely persistent.

"Oi, oi, I'm coming," Kevin shouted standing up from the chair. He reluctantly approached the door and ever more reluctantly opened them.

"What?" he really wanted to curse this person from the bottom of his heart, but resigned, when he saw, who was actually standing in front of him.

"Hmm, so this is how you greet your captain?"

"Ryoma? What are you doing here?" Kevin asked, letting his friend inside. He had his tennis bag and the suitcase with him.

Echizen stomped into the room and tossed his luggage into the corner saying devil's paternoster about Keigo. Kevin was looking at his friend half worried and half amused. He has never seen Ryoma in such a condition.

"Grr, damn Keigo. Does he think that work is everything?"

"Eh, Ryoma?" Kevin interrupted him watching as Echizen started to change into his tennis jersey, "Who the hell is this Keigo?"

The blond has talked over the phone with Ryoma couple of times since he came to Japan, but never has heard this name.

"He is ever-working, self-centered arrogant guy who thinks that he is the hub of the universe," Echizen replied putting on his favorite tennis t-shirt.

"Huh? It sound like this guy who was playing doubles one during Goodwill Game three years ago. What was his name? Abebe? Atodo?"

"Atobe Keigo," Ryoma replied, smiling a little inside at the very thought of the face, the Monkey King would make, if he hears it.

"Hmm."

"What?"

"So this is this Keigo you are sulking about," a cunning smirk popped onto Kevin's face. "Ne Ryoma, don't you call others by their surnames in Japan?"

"We do, so what about it?" Ryoma asked looking in his tennis bag for his wristbands.

"So why are you keep calling Atobe by his name? I thought that you do so, either with the closest friends or someone you have the intimate relationship with." Kevin wanted just to tease Ryoma a little, but when he saw his reaction he couldn't believe his eyes. Bull's-eye?

"Shut up Kevin and take your racket," Echizen ordered and adjusted his cap.

"Oi, don't tell me Ryoma that you and him…" Kevin bent over backwards trying to comprehend what he has just discovered. Seems that Ryoma has finally found someone he liked, but … it was a guy… Ok, it may not be so weird, because lots of men in the tennis world were gay, but at the top of all of, it was this pompous diva.

"Are you finished Kevin? " Ryoma asked exasperated, "Hurry up. We are going to the court, or do you maybe prefer to run around the hotel?"

Huh, that's the whole Ryoma. Scrounging inside, demanding a tennis match and threatening with laps if the answer was not satisfactory for him.

"Oi, oi. No need for to be so harsh. But are you sure? If we overdo it today, we won't be able to go through tomorrow's hell, prepared by your father."

"Hmm," the well-known insulting smirk popped into Echizen's face, "I had no idea that you are such a weakling, blondie."

"What?! Who are you calling a weakling princess?" Kevin grabbed his yellow racket together with a few balls and followed Echizen outside.

Good, that it was already pretty late and the street courts were empty, so nobody has seen what Ryoma was getting up. The score was four games to two for Kevin and Echizen has just sent another ball out. Not that it's something unusual during a tennis match. Unless it's the youngest US Open champion we are talking about, who just messed up another serve in a row.

Kevin looked worriedly as his friend was getting ready for the next shot. This whole case with Atobe must have strongly got in his hair. His muscles were strained, his eyes weren't focused on the ball and his mind was definitely somewhere else.

"Ryoma!"

"…"

"Oi, Ryoma! Are you listening?" Kevin took a ball out of his pocket and hit the Twist Serve causing the ball to fly right next to Echizen's ear, finally getting his attention. Ryoma lifted his head and saw Kevin who was just jumping over the net before reaching him. The blond teen looked into his best friend's golden eyes. They lacked the usual sparkle of cockiness and provocation.

"I forfeit Ryoma," Kevin truly wanted to defeat him, but not like that, "I have no idea what has happened between you and that Atobe guy, but I have no intention of playing you with such a half-assed attitude of yours."

"…"

"Fine. If you don't want to talk let it be, but let's head back to the hotel. It's almost midnight and tomorrow we have to wake up early in the morning."

Echizen grabbed the ball, he was bouncing for a while now, "Che, whatever," he put his racket behind his head and set off behind Kevin.

That night Ryoma had a big problem falling asleep, but even he gave up around two in the morning tired from all this thinking about Atobe.

xxx

"Huh? Where is Echizen?" Momoshiro asked, when the Tawamure's regulars gathered in front of the school gate waiting for the bus to arrive. All of them were in their tennis uniforms, the bunch of tennis bags and suitcases were lying on the ground.

"Don't worry Momo," Fuji replied when he saw that Atobe had no intention of giving the answer, "I'm sure, that he is with his team."

Those words still seem to create a weird atmosphere. They had a problem believing that Echizen is their opponent and additionally the most dangerous one.

"Isn't it our bus?" Kikumaru asked rubbing his eyes. He was still half asleep, but nevertheless his vision was above the average level.

When the white bus arrived Atobe took his belongings and disappeared inside the vehicle. He sat on the front seat, placed his chin on his hand and looked out the window.

"Huh?" Kikumaru blinked observing the diva. He wasn't the only one expecting some kind of cutting comment about the bus and that should have been used one of Atobe's limousines instead. "Is Atobe ill or something?"

"What are you talking about Eiji?" Oishi asked placing his baggage into the trunk. It barely could hold all their equipment.

"He is being really quiet since yesterday, don't you think?" Kikumaru lifted his head and looked into his doubles partner eyes searching for a confirmation. The latter observed their fuku-buchou for a while. Maybe Eiji is right? Lately Atobe seemed to be tired and pale and the dark bags started to form under his eyes.

"He will be fine. Don't worry Eiji," Fuji placed a comforting squeeze on the read head's shoulder.

When everybody was already sitting in their seats, Tezuka stood up and went to the front.

"From today onwards we will be competing for the eight spots on the Team Japan. Everything is in your hands. I want to remind you what Tosaka-sensei said yesterday – all of you have a chance , so do your best," he finished and wanted to go back to his seat, but all the players were still gazing at him, waiting for something. Tezuka sighed slightly and added, "Yudan sezu ni ikkou."

xxx

20 miles to the north from Tokyo first busses full of young tennis players were crossing the gates of the Saitama Sport Center. It was the place where they were going to spend another two weeks, filled with the practice of their favorite sport.

"Damn, this place is huge!"

"Akaya watch your mouth," Sanada reprimanded his kouhai, but he had to admit that he also was impressed. He looked around and counted ten tennis courts plus the track around them. In front of them rose a huge two-storey building. Most of the walls on the first floor were made of glass so they could admire well-equipped gym and the inside swimming pool. This place was far more impressive than the one from three years ago.

"They have chosen pretty nice location for the camp, don't you think Genichirou?" Yukimura asked approaching his vice-captain. He was truly glad that this time he could be together with his teammates. After all he took a good decision making a gamble on that surgery. But again, what choice did he have? If he wouldn't decide on that operation back then, he wouldn't be able to play tennis now.

"Isn't it Sengoku and Tachibana with their team?" the Rikkai Dai High captain asked when the next bus arrived and another eight players joined them.

"Che, I don't know what they came here for. It's obvious that we will take all the spots."

"Akaya! Ten laps around the parking," Sanada ordered.

"Huh? But why? What did I-?"

"Twenty."

"Ok,ok. I understand Sanada-fuku-buchou." Che, what bit him? He has been touchy from the very morning.

Sanada closed his eyes for a moment. He felt that the veins on his temples started to pulse and the pain was gradually putting on strength. He instinctively reached to his tennis bag looking for a small bottle, containing his life-saving pills. He opened the zipper and remembered that yesterday Yukimura forced him to give him all his priceless medicines. He tried his best not show how bad he was feeling right now, but the increasing noise didn't help him with that at all, especially when the next bus with the team from Osaka arrived.

At the moment when the bus door opened the red hair boy literally flew off from the inside of the vehicle.

"Koshimaeeee! Let's have a match Koshimae!"

"Stop screaming Kin-chan," Shiraishi tried to calm down a little this human ball of energy. He was especially overactive when it comes to matches with people he wanted to play.

"But I want to play Koshimae. You promised me, that I will be able to play him when we get here."

"Look around Kin-chan. Tawamure is not here yet." Like all the other teams they heard about the camp yesterday and because they just arrived to Tokyo, they didn't hear anything about Echizen playing for the Team USA.

The red head darken immediately. He was looking for this match since he found out that Ryoma came back to Japan. This one point match they had after the National semifinals, back in the middle school, was one of the best.

Half an hour later the parking was filled with chatting young men from all over Japan. The last team to arrive was the Team USA, making a big ruckus. Those who were absent during yesterday's presentation wanted to meet them, while those who, on the other hand, were present wanted to get know them better. The one shocked and disappointed the most was Kintarou. At least until Shiraishi pointed out that if he works hard during the camp he may be chosen as a member of the Japan Team and play Echizen in an official match.

Nanjiroh was observing interactions between the players that were slowly gathering in front of the main building in Saitama Sport Center. He was really glad to see so many young people whose passion was tennis… but why…? Why those were boys, not some cute girls running on the court in extra short skirts? He was totally loosing the hope that Ryoma would bring home one, especially after the phone call he received few days ago.

Nanjiroh sought out his son. He was standing with his teammates, looking unusually gloomy. He has heard from Kevin that he spent the night at the hotel. Nanjiroh looked closer at the young tennis players and promptly found out that a few of them standing together were captains. Among them there was this bespectacled boy, who led Ryoma few years ago and the one he was playing against during National finals. But they weren't the ones that caught Nanjiroh's attention. It was a grey-haired teen, standing with his arms crossed, throwing glances at Ryoma, who perfectly ignored them. Really, he resembles his father so much.

When Ryoma once looked at Atobe and their eyes met, he turned his head on the spot, what resulted in the same from Keigo's side. Nanjiroh chuckled. Really, they are still mada mada dane.

Nanjiroh straighten himself and scratch on the belly. He will have two full weeks to observe his son's love affair. Especially in the light of the phone call he received few days ago.

"Nanjiroh it's me."

"Oh, what did I do to deserve an honor of you calling me?"

"I see your tongue is as sharp as ever, but let's go to the point. I have a request."

"It's nice too hear you too Kazuhiro. You must be in a huge pinch if you have decided to call me after all those years."

"Actually I have a problem with your son Nanjiroh. I have no idea what's going on with you Echizens, that you attract Atobes, but I won't allow you to hurt the next member of my family."

"You are still talking about it? It happened years ago and it's only you who still hold a grudge. I and Misako just weren't meant for each other."

Nanjiroh's memories wander over twenty years to the past. He was winning the tournaments all over Japan and was in a mutual love with a beautiful girl. She had a milky complexion, silky black hair and long legs. Many people wonder what this stunning girl saw in him. They were together over a year and during this time often spent their time with her overprotective brother. They were like three musketeers. That is until Nanjiroh decided to go to America to fulfill his biggest dream and play tennis against the best of the world.

Misako somehow understood and accepted his decision. Probably deep inside her heart she knew that although Nanjiroh honestly loved her, it wasn't she, but tennis that was his number one. They parted in a peaceful atmosphere and she has never hold a grudge against him. Even now they occasionally exchange letters.

Unfortunately the same couldn't be said about her brother. Kazuhiro behaved as it was him who was dumped. He took it too personally and stopped talking to Nanjiroh completely. In one moment he cut all the ties. Nanjiroh heard from Misako that he finally overtook his father's company and few years later his son Keigo was born.

Echizen senior shook his head and came back to the contemplation of the phone call.

"It doesn't change the fact that you have chosen tennis and left her behind. I won't let the situation to repeat."

"Misako didn't say anything, so I assume that she is ok with Anabel and Ryoma being together and that's not your business Kazuhiro."

"If that would be the case, maybe it wouldn't be my business, but it's not my niece we are talking about!"

"So? Will you finally tell me who are you talking about or should I guess?"

"It's Keigo."

"What about him?"

"I'm talking about my son."

"I've heard, but what he has to do with Ryoma?"

"Are you that blunt Nanjiroh or after so many years in America you forgot Japanese? I'm telling you that those two are in a relationship."

"…"

"I see you've finally understood. Good. I want you to tell your son to stay away from Keigo. I do not wish him to waste my son's life. He is an heir to Atobe International and has a great future ahead of him. I won't allow anybody to destroy it."

"Wait a second Kazuhiro. If their feelings are mutual I won't let you interfere. Your son is already eighteen and can make decisions on his own. If they choose to be together I'm going to support them."

"What are you talking about? They are both men and I won't allow-"

"Nanjiroh are you there? Nanjiroh you…"

Beep. Beep.

Nanjiroh put his hands into his sleeves, crossing his arms at his chest, and then took one more glance at Ryoma and Keigo. It was a big shock for him to hear that they are together. Now he could really say goodbye to all his dreams about a cute girl being his son's girlfriend. But it was Ryoma's choice and he had no right to impair it.

"How long are we going to wait?" Gakuto asked his former doubles partner. Rikkai Dai were the first ones to arrive and they were waiting already over an hour. After all patience wasn't the strongest point of young people.

"I have no idea Gakuto, but to be honest I would like to know who would be our trainer," Oshitari replied.

"Basing on the experience from three years ago it should be not one trainer, but a group consisting of some of our coaches," Inui stated, adjusting his glasses. Probably if not for them, he wouldn't have what to do with his hands.

"Unfortunately I have to disagree with you Doc," Yanagi interjected into the conversation, "You've forgotten to add one factor."

"It's your mistake Professor not to let me finish. There is zero percent chance that I would forget to put it into my calculations. It changes the whole formula. The population grows bigger and thus the normal distribution moves to the right by 3.2." *

"I'm sorry for underestimating you Sadaharu. If that's the case I assume that you took into the consideration that the mean is also displaced for about 1.6, " Yanagi stated as it would be the most obvious thing in the world.

"Of course. I didn't forget about cumulative distribution function either, although counting the indefinite integral with a given function took me some time."

Few players were listening to the conversation of the two data masters, with each word wondering more and more if they were still talking in Japanese. Sometimes, it was hard to understand them when they were separately, but when they happen to meet each other and exchange their approaches nobody was able to follow them.

"Ekhm, Inui-senpai," Momoshiro disrupted their conversation, "Does that mean that you know who will be our new coach?"

"Unfortunately Momo, it means that we have no idea."

"I think that we will get to know soon," Sengoku pointed the building in front of them. The huge, glass door opened and a man looking like a monk, wearing black robe went out from inside.

"I think it's an answer for your question Momoshiro," Tachibana said pointing the man approaching them. He was whistling and hoping and definitely didn't look like a person suitable for teaching.

"Don't tell me that this comically looking monk is going to be our trainer. Does he even know how to hold a racket?" Akaya started to laugh, but nobody followed him. Instead he met with a disapproval and sympathy. Even Yanagi hid his face behind his hand and shook his head.

"Kirihara don't you have a television in Kanagawa?" Oshitari asked, still being amazed that there was someone so uniformed.

"Hey! Don't boil us down to the same level Yuushi," the red-head scolded the tensai.

"Oi, what that means Gakuto-senpai?" Rikkai Dai sophomore ace demanded to know. Somehow he felt that everybody knew something and that he has just been called dumb.

"That means if you would keep track of the world's top tennis you would now that this is Echizen Nanjiroh, and that he is Echizen's and Kevin's trainer," Gakuto enlighten his kouhai.

"What?" Akaya couldn't believe that the famous pro tennis player called Samurai Nanjiroh resembled some crazy monk. He looked around and noticed that all the players stopped talking and turned to the newcomer.

"Yeah, what should I tell you," Nanjiroh took his hand out of his sleeve and scratched his head from behind, "I see that there are quite a lot of you so I will speak in Japanese. Ryoma translate it for me, ok?"

"Wheez"

"Hmm," Echizen senior sighed, "I will be your coach for the time being. You can call me Nanjiroh." He wanted to finish here his speech, but the teens were still gaping at him. Jeez, what more they want to know?

"At the end of the camp I will choose the best eight and you will play against the Team USA," he pointed the boys in black shorts and dark-blue jerseys. "In the first week," he continued, "we will improve your stamina a little. Today we will have a light training. We don't want to scare you, right?" he turned his head to Ryoma and Kevin. "Nevertheless, tonight you are welcomed to take, as long as you want, bath in an onsen. They are reserved exclusively for you," he finished letting the boys to enjoy the news and smirked to his son and the blond teen standing next to him. They already knew that it wasn't the reason to joy.

"Yay!" Kikumaru started to bounce, "Did you hear that Oishi? We are going to onsen."

"I've heard it Eiji. We haven't been to one since middle school," Oishi smiled. It was very promising evening.

"Why aren't you happy Mamushi?" Momoshiro asked his roommate, "Are you scared of water?"

"Shut up you peach-head. Not everybody has to be so overjoyed," Kaidoh retorted, but cursed this idea in his mind. He already had a huge problem living with Momoshiro in one room and seeing him parading half naked almost every day.

First Kaidoh tried to deal with his problem on his own, increasing the amount of training which resulted in spending more time outside, but when it didn't work he decided to seek for some help from the person he trusted the most. At the beginning he was really embarrassed, but now his private chats with Inui were on the agenda.

"Sugoi!" Kintarou exclaimed when he heard about the hot springs. He almost forgot about the match with Koshimae.

"Echizen's father is great, isn't he?" Sengoku rather stated than asked, but still received a confirming nod from Tachibana.

Two hours later Nanjiroh looked at the big clock hanging on the wall. It was almost noon and a high time for the light lunch. He called it a day and observed like the never ending river of colorful jerseys was leaving a gym. The boys were tired, but not exhausted. Looking at them during their training Nanjiroh initially assessed their forms, but the real test of their stamina was still waiting ahead for them in the afternoon.

When Nanjiroh finished his grilled fish with rice and fried vegetables, he stood up from his seat and announced, "Ok, don't' get lost and see you at the onsen", then left, leaving the players in the huge dining room.

"That's all for today?" Ootori asked. For the past two years he got used to Rikkai Dai Spartan trainings and was a little disappointed.

"Don't complain Choutarou. We will have more time at the hot springs."

"Awsome! Your father is awesome Ochibi!" The read head bounced to hug Echizen from behind.

"What are you so happy about?" Kevin asked finishing his lunch.

"Huh?" Eiji made a surprised face, "Nanjiroh-sensei just said that we are done for today and can go to an onsen."

"But did he tell you Kikumaru-senpai how are we going to get there?" Echizen asked chewing the last bite of his meat.

"It's almost 30 miles, so the only logical answer is by bus," Inui answered examining the map hanging on the wall. The road was running next to the river almost all the way, so they could marvel the landscape through the bus window.

Kevin stood up from his seat and stretched. He was still sleepy. He knew that the yesterday's night match would recoil on his present form. "Wrong."

All the players were now starring at him waiting for further explanation. The only remaining option was a train, but the closest rail station was almost two miles away.

Ryoma put his hands into his pockets and followed Kevin, "We are going to run it."

* This and the next concepts come from statistics. If you want to learn more, google it or check it on the Wikipedia.

A/N:I hope you enjoyed it. Unfortunately I have no idea when I will be able to post the next chapter, first because of my busy schedule and second coz I didn't plan this camp, so, so far I have no concept for the further plot. Remember to drop me a review. I'm open to your ideas and wishes.

Do you have so much problems with editing your chapters after uploads (I mean I cannot save additional space-bars or Enters) or is that only me?

~mem~