20 years later…

"Battle won, Seishun Gakuen, 6 fights to 0" A voice rang out over the chosen grounds. The only noise to be heard was the panting breath and groans of pain from the centre of a makeshift ring of people. Slowly cheers rang out and the audience burst into enthusiastic applause.

A figure stood over the heaving form of another, his black hair glistening and his face set in a goofy grin. Blood speckled the sand about them and their clothes were red and damp with sweat. Blood spattered trainers turned from the figure on the ground and began to walk away, one foot dragging over so slightly across the dirt. Another set of trainers, these whiter and cleaner, walked to meet the other. The short boy with closed eyes stopped.

The two figures watched as the fallen boy was picked up from the floor by his teammates, with a mixture of fear and anger on their faces.

"Well that's gonna leave a mark on their ego" grinned the black-haired boy, watching their opponents retreating backs.

"If you have an ego that big it's bound to get bruised sooner or later." Said the smaller boy with a shrug. A stern voice behind them sent them reeling forward.

"Wipe you face" they both turned and a tall boy with dishevelled brown hair threw a towel at them, the black haired boy caught it and wiped it across his face.

"Come Fuji, Momo" and the tall boy began to walk away towards a group of grinning and 'whooping' teammates.

"That right hook was amazing Momo" smiled Fuji.

"Your dunk smash has really come on," said Tezuka in his usual monotone.

Momo laughed bashfully and put another Makizushi piece into his mouth.

They were currently sat at the largest table in Taka's restaurant. Eating, laughing and talking about their overwhelming win. Inui was sitting at his laptop, contemplating and expressing his all knowing wisdom on ways they could improve.

" Fuji, though you and Taka worked well together in Doubles 2, you need to put a bit more faith in the other's strengths. For example, Fuji, believe that Taka isn't going to hit you with his weapon, though he goes mad he does have excellent control. But Taka, you need to understand that Fuji is a silent fighter, you don't have to turn and make sure he's still there every 5 seconds, because he is."

Fuji and Taka both nodded and Taka bowed apologetically to the smaller boy who smiled kindly.

"Eiji and Oishi, I can't really put any faults into your play, like always you came out on top and worked well together, but one small criticism, don't try and pull off formations you have not yet perfected, this can cause problems and you were lucky you pulled it off this time" Said Inui, pushing his glasses up his nose and not taking his eyes from the computer screen. "The Australian formation, though good needs improving, we will work on that" He pointed a finger at Kaido.

"Singles 3 was probably the worst fight." Kaido choked on his drink and turned a soft shade of pink. Momo was laughing loudly but stopped at an annoyed looked from Tezuka. " Though you won, you fought badly and were careless around your opponents, you made many rooky mistakes and I plan to up your training regime, again, I will not dawdle on your faults because I believe you are fully aware of your blunders."

"Now singles, it was very well done but I must remind myself to leave room for mis-calculations, though I generally get it right on rare occasions I mess up, so that is a warning to myself" He nodded his head as if he wasn't even talking to himself. The team looked at him strangely and jumped when he began speaking again.

"Momo, get that ankle checked out" There was a long moment of silence before Eiji spoke up.

"You mean we get this long lecture and all Momo gets is 'get that ankle checked out'? What kind of criticism is that!" Inui looked at him and his glasses flashed dangerously. Oishi put a hand on the small boys shoulder and Eiji shrank back to his knees.

"Gomen, Oishi, Inui" he said sadly.

Tezuka coughed softly and looked to Momo, "I think you should go now, we do not know when the next match will be"

"Hai buchou" Momo rose to his feet unsteadily and grabbed his bags before limping towards the door. He had barely made it out when there was a gagging noise behind him.

Eiji was coughing and flapping his arms and Fuji was smiling, "WATER! WATER!" called Eiji. He downed a pitcher before turning to an amused Fuji. " Who in their right mind eats Wasabi?"

Momo left to the sound of his laughing teammates.

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This was actually quite fun to write :D but we are very easily amused people