The Legends Still Live On
Bogen Neunzehn-komma-ein: Extras Fünf und Sechs
Kapitel Fünfzehn: Schöne Ballabwehr
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Morning was upon the Italian people that inhabited the Aquila. And as with every morning aboard the Italian school ship, Anchovy, the highly confident girl with her distinctive twin-tailed hair and mantle over her school uniform, was addressing the entire student body of Anzio High School. All of the Anzio students obediently stood before her except for the one who was too free-spirited to fall in with the crowd: Franco, who was off doing God only knew what.
"So, now that everyone is here," il duce began with her head held high. "I have an idea that I want your opinions on." She looked around to find no opposition to her words, so she continued. "I feel that we should have a match against Ooarai, for fun. And it can be in anything, not just something from the Arts of Warfare. What do you all think?"
"Urrà!" Anzio's student body roared in approval in their typical energetic way.
Anchovy grew a satisfied grin at their reactions. "Okay, that settles it then," she nodded in approval. "Now, the question is: What should we face off against Ooarai in?"
"Already got an idea for you!" one voice confidently determined. Everyone there looked to the source to find Franco approach from behind Anchovy. He was wearing a football, or soccer, uniform that was a dark green for the top jersey and white for the shorts, and, appropriately, he had a football in hand that he was idly tossing up and down in one hand.
The Anzio folks grew a bit giddy at the idea that their comandante was implying, considering that football was one of the favorite sports amongst the entire country.
"Oh, this should be good," Furio commented with a grin to Fernando who was beside him.
"You know it!" the Italian boy with a tendency for committing blunders responded with his usual willingness. "You know that Anzio's the best at football!"
"So, everyone!" Franco loudly began. The whole crowd settled down to give their attention, though there was an itching of impatience in the crowd. The comandante gave everyone a confident smirk though, which went with his next words flawlessly. "You guys want to take on Ooarai in football?!"
"YEAH!" the Italian students roared.
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Meanwhile somewhere else amongst the seven seas aboard the Zuikaku, one particular brunette boy's head shot up, as if by instinct.
The brunette in question was Matthias Klose, and he was spending a night on the town with his little clan of friends, the very same group that look after his F4F-3 on the ground. On the other side of the Earth from the Aquila where the Zuikaku roughly was, night was already firmly set in.
"Whoa, what's up, Matti?" Erik Mertesacker looked over and asked when he saw the jerky motion performed by the de facto leader of the group.
"Hä?" Christoph Weidenfeller wondered as he turned around from his place farther ahead to face the rest. He now walked backwards.
"What? What's up?" Julian Müller asked, ever the energy-filled one of the group.
Matthias remained silent for a bit as he grew lost in thought. He finally shook his head in dismissal of the notion in his head. "It's nothing," he dismissed. "I just thought I sensed someone wanted to challenge us to a Fußball match."
"Oooooh…" the others raised their eyebrows in recognition.
"Well, don't worry about that," Mesut Schweinsteiger spoke up with a large amount self-assuredness that was bordering on overconfidence with his next statement. "We'll crush them anyway. Speaking of which, remember that time we destroyed those cocky Brazilian boys?"
The five young German Jungs burst into laughter upon being reminded of what Mesut had brought up. Bastian Hummels did not join in, as he simply stared off into who knows what. But his eyes did grow a small trace of amusement, as if he remembered that time as well.
"Ach, ja! Sieben-zu-ein!" Christoph recalled the seven-to-one football match with quite a lot of amusement as he tried to speak through his laughter. No doubt all of the young German boys had some humorous memories of the crushing defeat they served out on the football field.
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Back aboard the Aquila, many of the students had changed into the football uniform that Franco was already in, and all were eager to get into playing a match. All were at a football field – a real football field, not one of those American football fields – that was unused at the moment.
Anchovy was the exception to wearing that football uniform the others wore. Instead, her uniform was entirely orange, and she also donned a pair of gloves, making her role quite obvious.
"As your duce, I'll be the goalie!" she proclaimed with her look of confidence as she stood in front of a net. "And this is how I'll do it!"
She then waved around her hands, as if showing off her abilities to block a shot, but also involved in the display were her twin tails. Her unique hair was waving about in the wind, almost with a mind of its own, it seemed. The twin tails had the look of being able to contribute to blocking shots.
"Behold the Chovy Hair!" Anchovy proclaimed in the midst of her little display of talent. "Looks like I've got four arms, doesn't it? With this, there's no way any shot will get past me!"
"You better get ready then, duce! 'Cause you're getting your first shot to stop!" Franco taunted as he dribbled the ball with his feet. He had only Pepperoni to beat to the goal, and it was a mad dash to get a position for a good shot. Franco got a moment of opportunity and seized it as he punted the ball hard towards the net. The ball barely missed Pepperoni's foot that had extended in a vain effort to block the shot.
The shot went towards Anchovy quickly. The ball was blocked, but not without leaving il duce stunned for a bit. It had hit her directly in the face before bouncing off and sweeping through one of her twin tails before it rolled off to the side of the goal, earning a corner kick for Franco's side.
Anchovy had stumbled back upon being hit, but she shook her head a few seconds later in an effort to clear it. "Well, that was quite a shot," she muttered with an undertone of respect for Franco's brute strength.
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Part of Projekt Jägermeistern.
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