FASH: Man, I hate working in the summer, it gets way too hot. And now that I'm done with my complaining...
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Basic training was turning out to be a lot harder then Sena thought it would be, he and Monta had been moving around bags of cement for the better part of an hour and his arms were already beginning to ache, unused to lifting anything heavy. Not to mention it was a lot harder to concentrate when he'd see Hiruma and Musashi talking out of the corner of his eye.
'Seeing him in the flesh is making me doubt his age all over again.' Really, was it truly possible for someone who was only seventeen to have a face like that?
"Sena! What do you keep lookin' over there for?" Monta asked, peering over Sena's shoulder curiously.
"Oh nothing, let's just back to our training." Sena hefted a bag of cement over her shoulder, Monta doing likewise, passing Juumonji who was carrying a whopping four bags.
Sena looked at him out of the corner of his eye incredulously. "The basics are pretty tough." He commented as they set down their bags and began helping Mamori and Yukimitsu mix concrete.
"I suppose, but I'd really rather be working on my super catch plays." "Don't say that Monta, the basics are important. You've got to learn how to walk before you can run."
Monta didn't seem very convinced by his explanation though and he heaved a heavy sigh.
"What are you getting them to mix concrete for? Can't we just have a block foundation?" Hiruma asked Musashi, well withing hearing range.
"If you don't lay down a good foundation the whole thing will fall apart." Musashi answered and Monta stilled, listening to the conversation a bit closer.
"We're not planning to use the building for decades or anything." "But you're going to use it through to the end of this year right?" "Of course."
Sena had the odd feeling that Hiruma had started up this conversation to help Monta see his point, not that he had any proof mind you, it just seemed a little too perfect to be a mere coincidence.
"In order to build something that will remain standing until the end, you have to start with a strong and solid foundation."
Monta glanced at him wordlessly before getting back to work, a little more energetic than he had been a minute before.
The rest of the basic training for the day went by rather quickly and soon enough Hiruma was ordering them to get cleaned up.
"There's no practice after school today." He said in an almost threatening fashion. "But tomorrow you'll be doing this and regular practice, so you'd better be prepared for it."
'I wonder if any one of us will be able to survive tomorrow?' Sena couldn't help but think as he made his way into the clubhouse and slowly changed out of his uniform, his arms feeling a little sore after all the heavy lifting he'd gone through. 'That's going to end up being around six hours of training all together.'
On his way back to the main school building he passed by Musashi and Hiruma, the broader of the two gave him a small wave, which really looked more like a casual flicking of the wrist or some sort of informal salute.
"See ya tomorrow morning kid." He said gruffly and Sena gave a small wave back.
"See you then, Musashi-sa-" Sena clapped a hand over his mouth, but Takekura had already heard what he'd been called, and if Hiruma's twitching ears were any indication, so did he.
"Well, that name brings back memories." He said as he brought a cigarette up to his lips, seemingly unconcerned.
Hiruma's reaction was a whole other story.
"What the hell?! Who told you the fucking old man here is Musashi?" He demanded, whipping out a submachine gun and pointing it directly at Sena who flinched and took several quick steps backwards.
"Cool your jets, it doesn't really matter that he knows. Besides, he could have gotten the information from anyone who was at Deimon last year, but I think you and I both know who'd be the most likely to tell him." He said calmly, exhaling a steady stream of smoke.
"That fucking manager." Hiruma grumbled under his breath as he put his submachine gun away, although he was still throwing a pointed glare in Sena's direction.
"Hurry up an get to class, you'll be late." He barked and Sena was quick to comply, zipping away from the irritated quarterback.
'I suppose I'll have to put asking why Musashi-san doesn't go to Deimon anymore on hold.' Because no matter how fast he was he wouldn't be able to dodge a bullet shot at point blank range if Hiruma got angry enough at him, and right now it seemed like if he mentioned anything about Musashi again the chances of that happening weren't leaning in his favor.
He could probably ask Mamori, she'd most likely know and would never keep any information away from him if he asked her directly, but he just knew that if he ended up knowing more then he should about this situation Mamori and Hiruma would end up arguing and he already saw them face off enough already.
He heaved a sigh as he entered the classroom, glancing at Juumonji, Kuroki and Toganou, all of them seemed rather unaffected by the training they'd just gone though.
'Lucky guys, I feel like my arms are going to fall off.'
The second morning of their practice/construction work/slave labor was more hellish then the first, Sena's arms ached from carrying the bags of cement the previous day and it almost felt like he had pulled something in around his shoulder. And then there was the Huh Huh Brothers, casually carrying around things that Sena didn't think he'd be able to budge.
He didn't even want to think of what would happen if he tried to carry around whatever Komusubi and Kurita were, he'd probably be crushed under the weight and end up a pancake.
And leave it to his luck for things to go from bad to worse.
Of course, under a more normal situation he might have been a bit happier to see Agon of all people strolling over in his general direction, but at the moment Hiruma was standing within his field of vision and it was like he could already feel the very air around him tensing as the two exchanged glares.
He really hoped Agon hadn't come for the specific reason to fight with the quarterback because Sena sure as hell wasn't strong to hold either of them back so they couldn't kill the other if the mood struck them.
"Che, what's with this lame ass training?" Agon asked rather loudly as he stopped walking to stand in front of Sena , one hand pulling down his glasses slightly so he was looking at him over the rims before his eyes flicked over to Hiruma.
Sena could practically feel Hiruma's glare hardening as the blonde came to stand beside him and in an attempt to keep the peace he replied rather nervously, because who wouldn't be nervous when two rather scary people are having a glaring match above your head?:
"We're doing some basic training right now, and since we're on the topic of training, shouldn't you be doing something along those lines?"
Sena became vaguely aware that Monta and Mamori were walking over and he blanched a bit when Agon gave Mamori a quick once-over.
"I thought I'd drop by since I was in the neighborhood, I've been a bit curious about how this trash makes you train."
Sena let out a nervous laugh, as if there was some sort of inside joke going on so that no one would feel like getting offended for Hiruma's sake and he moved forward, bringing up his arms, which felt like they were made of lead. and gently pushing Agon away, extremely happy that the older boy was going with the flow and allowed himself to be lead away from the construction site without much hassle.
"What the fuck kind of basic training is that?" Agon asks, thankfully after he'd been lead out of hearing distance. "Is that the best he can come up with?"
"Agon-san, there's no need to be rude. Besides, if you want to make it to school on time you should probably be leaving now. Why are you way over here so early in the morning anyways?"
"I told you, I was in the neighborhood and I was curious to see what kind of training that trash was putting you through." Agon said simply, taking off his sunglasses and cleaning the lenses with the material of his shirt.
"Alright, but why were you in the neighborhood this early in the morning?"
Agon put his sunglasses back on before answering. "I stayed at a girl's house last night, she lives around here."
Sena stared at him for a full five seconds, eyes widening and blush spreading to the very tips of his ears before can even manage to ask. "Wh-what were you doing?"
"What the hell do you think we were doing, playing scrabble? We were obviously-"
"Stop! I don't need to hear the rest of that sentence." Sena covered his ears and shook his head repeatedly, as if doing so would make him forget what Agon had been saying.
"I've got to get back to practice and you'd better go straight to school, Unsui-san and your mother are probably worried sick about you." 'Unless this is a normal thing for you.' Sena added as an afterthought, he really hoped that wasn't true.
"Fine fine, I'm going already." Agon replied as he turned, he seemed awfully smug for some reason, probably amused at the younger boy's reaction.
The rest of morning practice was spent ignoring the curious looks sent his way and attempting to ignore the somewhat awesome displays of strength happening right before his eyes.
'I just hope the practice after school doesn't involve any heavy lifting of any sort.' Because he was currently way out of his element. 'Well, Hiruma-san's been having us memorizing the passing routes, so I should be fine during afternoon practice.'
Even if he was probably going to feel sore all over before practice even began.