It was silent for a few seconds before chaos.

"What?! Kirisaki!?"

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"We're going to die!" Ayumu started running around and repeating something that sounded suspiciously like a mantra.

"Shut up!" The younger sister screamed, surprising the basketball team. Miskai was standing there, not affected from having that voice aimed at her during training and expecting her sister to snap at the comment. "No one is going to die, so there's nothing to be scared of!"

"Why did you think that we trained with the baseball players?" Mr. Momoka asked. "It was to improve your physical shape. Your faster now so that if they tried to hurt you, you can get out of that situation." Hopefully.

"If you can't, then I'll step in." Misaki said, smirking. "But, would you like to be humiliated by having a girl save you? In front of our classmates, no less."

When the day of the game had come, Misaki was suddenly called to the softball team to be a right fielder. The game started at a odd time, so Misaki could make it the second half of the game. She had apologized many times to the team, and they just smiled at her. They could handle it, they said.

It almost made Misaki wish that she wasn't lying to test their teamwork without her in their sight. Softball wasn't a winter sport.

At a quarter to two, the Sekai basketball team gathered in their light blue uniforms at their gym. They had already started to practice when Kirisaki arrived ten minutes before the game.

Even before the game, tensions were high. Even the coach was glaring at the captain of the team. Misaki smirked at her father. He was already worried about his team's health. Such a father figure.

When it was two, the ref asked the two teams to line up. The sky blue Sekai faced the dark green Kirisaki. They bowed and got ready for the toss off.

Misaki sighed. The captain already knew everybody's weaknesses and strong points when they are on the court, but everyone knew that before the game. It meant that her dad had something of his sleeve. He wouldn't share it with Misaki, because she didn't like to keep secrets from her friends.

Even if she were a spy for the government, she would tell her friends. She just had that kind of trust in them.

When the ref tweeted his whistle, both of the players jumped up to get the chance of having it first. Not that it mattered. Sure, it helps to have the ball first, but it really depended on who gets the first point to get the control of the game.

The game had started off bad for Sekai, with Kirisaki getting the ball.

To Sekai's credit, they had tried to get the ball back. But just two people weren't enough to steal the ball. Kirisaki starting out hurting her boys so that they couldn't go help. Misaki clenched her hands together. Their pain tolerance was good, but Kirisaki had obviously been to some of their games. They knew that Ayumu had hurt his wrist, and had purposefully guarded his right hand to where if he had to catch a basketball, it would have to be caught in his left hand. Most of her team were hard passers because of the baseball training that they went through.

To add on to that, Ayumu wasn't great at catching with his left hand.

Misaki sighed. She knew that her team was going to do the best teamwork that they could, but it just wouldn't be enough. Kirisaki had already found the holes in the teamwork that they used. He was going to activate his web sometime soon.

I'll just have to come in when most hope is lost; when Dad tells me to. It's going to feel weird to play in a game

Misaki was outside the gym, looking for a place that had some basketballs and a court so that she could warm up.

There's a school over there. Too? I've never heard of it. Not that it matters; I can use it.

She walked over there, and tried to open the door. Surprisingly, it was open. It was empty. She smirked at it; seemed that no one cared if anyone played or not.

She looked around for a supply closet, and found one to that left of her. It was interesting to see all of the balls piled up. She looked at the clock.

One ten. I've only got about five minutes to get warmed up. Crap.

She grabbed one ball, and jogged out to the court. She made sure to stretch out her muscles, leaving two minutes on the clock. She only had time for a few free throws and dunks. She left the gym, running everywhere. From putting the ball back to going back to the other stadium.

She reached there, just in time to sprint to Minga's rescue. Blocking a guy's knee from hitting her teammates sternum shocked everyone in the stadium.

"I heard that we weren't doing that hot." She stood up, still holding the guy's knee. "Sorry if I'm late."