Hiruma walked onto the field with someone at his side. He was in football gear just like the others, with a red jersey and the number 41 on it. "Everyone line up, I've got someone for you to meet!"
They all ran up: Sena, Monta, Kurita, the Huh Brothers, and Yukimitsu. The teen that
stood before them was about the same height as Hiruma, and pretty much the same build.
He looked pretty athletic, and Monta of course was sizing him up in his head, hoping that
his spot hadn't been taken. "I needed a guy who was universal. If you haven't noticed,
pretty much everyone on our team is only really good at one thing. Well, this guy right
here says he can play anything. He's an Amrican, and he's only just started his growth spurt.
He's had some experience playing football back home, and played mostly defense, but I'm
gonna put him as reciever."
Monta gasped. The worst had come true! "Hey, what about me!" he protested. "Relax damn
monkey. You're the x reciever. He's playing z. It used to be Yamoaka, and Satake was y,
but now I'm moving him to y, and sitting Satake out, along with baldy. Yukimitsu sunk
down, a little embarrassed.
Mamori approached. "Who's this?" The teen perked up a little, but not noticablely.
"I'm Kyle...Kyle Jett." He put out his hand, and he and Mamori shook. She blushed. Monta
was fuming now.
"Okay you damn slackers! It's time to practice!"
Kyle and Mamori detached hands. "See you later," Kyle said, slipping his helmet on.
Mamori blushed again. Now they were all lined up. Hiruma shouted out the call, and then
yelled hike. Kyle ran down the field faster than Monta, and Hiruma grinned, gunning the
ball out to him. He lept over Sena, who was gaurding him, and the ball slapped between his
hands. He landed and stiff-armed Sena to the ground, running what was only fifteen more
yards into the endzone.
Mamori smiled, quite impressed. Hiruma grinned happily, "I like this guy!"
A/N: Thanks for reading. Please reply and say whether I should continue or not.
