CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN - INTERNATIONALS ANNOUNCED
it was 2 days before the Championship Match against Velstien. Liz and Ami were taking turns sparring with Aaron, who was convinced he wasn't anywhere near Cunningham's level. whenever either of the girls started to get tired, they swapped and did some other workout. all three of them were improving, the question was would it be enough?
Marco's voice came over the PA, "everybody, turn on the IGP News Network!"
doing as they were told, they saw an american they instantly recognized as the head of the IGP INT'L Commitee speaking, subtitles scrolled across the bottom of the screen. "of each league will be invited to compete in the International Tournament. this tournament will prove which team is the greatest in the world by them defeating the best team from the other 15 leagues. we look forward to a great turn-out!'
"an international tournament? between all 16 leagues?" Aaron tried to think about the names that would likely be there, people he'd be matched against if they qualified. Kent Walker from American Central League's Team LumberJack, Mohammed Rashid of the Arabian League's Team Sandstorm, Belle Vite of the Western European League's Team L'Arc de Ceil. the list conststed of people that scared him just as much if not more than fighting Cunningham, they were all living legends of the IPG.
"how awesome would that be!" Liz was acting like they already beaten Velstien and were on their way to the tournament.
"now we HAVE to win. so that way when Takeshi comes back, we'll be the best in the world!" Ami was practically shaking in excitement
"we have to win HERE first." Andre brought the pilots back to the ground, "if you want it that bad, train harder." the coach's advice would have sounded impossible a minute ago, but now the thought of facing the world drove them even harder than they could have thought.
"Liz, don't worry about hurting me, don't hold back." Aaron instructed. he knew that in sparring, Liz was slower than for real, he needed to train his eyes for high speed attacks.
"but, Aaron..." Liz knew how badly she could hurt somebody when she was going all out.
"don't forget, that game had my defense ranked at 96. you won't hurt me." Aaron grinned for a second, then got serious again. "but, i won't hold back either. its not training if it doesn't push the envelope! HYA!"
Ami was glad that she had never asked those two not to hold back. she could barely track the moves at all. she did however turn up the treadmill to the next level, "i won't be left behind!"
Andre decided he'd better stock up on the sports drinks for these guys and left the room for the vending machines, they'd pay him back later.
