uh…so….

…

Look stuff was happening, one thing led to another and now we're here

Hopefully, I'm not too rusty.

(I forgot everything that happened in the fic)

Weapons

Team Z dorm

"My weapon is dribbling." Bachira stated.

They were currently going around and telling the team what their weapon was…

"My weapon is my incredible shooting technique! And my motto is 'sexy soccer'!" the blonde proudly said.

"Mine is…tackling, I guess." Gagamaru scratched his head, as a striker having tackling be your weapon is…interesting.

"My left leg shooting power." Kunigami simply said.

"Getting behind the enemy's defense!" Naruhaya with hands behind his head relayed.

"Speed and technique!" that one irrelevant guy said.

"I'm an all-rounder." The team's keeper sighed.

Which is why they made him the keeper.

"Next is Isagi-kun. Mine is jumping power." Kuon turned his head to the black-haired striker.

"My weapon is….uhh….I…don't know." Isagi awkwardly blurted out.

"Whatever, next! If you can't say your weapon you're out." Raichi waved his hand dismissingly at Isagi.

"Wait just let me think!" Isagi tried before getting denied by Gagamaru: "Time's up."

"Next…Chigiri?" Kuon scribbled something in his notebook.

"…I don't wanna say." Chigiri whose head was resting between his hands muttered.

"What the heck? Let's just leave the princess alone and move on." Raichi angrily shouted.

"Raichi. Your attitude. If he doesn't want to say that's fine no need to get angry about it." Yami sighed.

'This Raichi guy is gonna be the end of me.' He shook his head.

"And now Yami-kun?" Kuon asked before Raichi could shout at Yami.

"Mine? Hm…maybe my vision and intellect?" Yami thought that was an accurate description of his best abilities.

"Alright, now that we know mostly everyone's weapons, we can create a team with that as the foundation. Ego told us that's the way we can win." Kuon studied his notebook.

"Yeah if we all just do whatever we want, it will end the same way as last game."

"Can we really win by listening to that guy?"

"Even if we know our weapons, it's pointless if we're still not working as a team."

'he's got a point'

The team agreed after the little discussion.

"Isn't there some way that we can let everyone shine?" Isagi asked.

"Hm….yes that might work, this way everyone would have an equal chance." Kuon held his chin with his pointer and thumb taking 'the thinker' position.

"Spit it out!" Raichi hurriedly beckoned.

"We'll go with 'operation: me, next 9!'"

'Lame name'

So then we threw ourselves into training.

Though it's not like we became a true team right away.

'If we lose our soccer lives are over!'

That idea…was gradually bringing them all closer, if slowly.

Dining hall.

Yami sat on the seat across from Isagi and snapped his fingers.

"Sup."

"Hey Yami, didn't notice you coming in." Isagi was snapped out of his thoughts.

"Something on your mind?" Yami, concerned, asked his teammate.

"Well…"

"It's been a week since we came here, I don't know if I'm getting any better…" Isagi professed.

"To be honest, I keep losing confidence."

"I don't have a weapon like everyone else."

"It's pathetic how I couldn't think of something when Kuon asked that question."

"What's my weapon? What can I do? Do I really have what it takes to be a striker?" Isagi looked down, he'd been asking himself that for a while but he couldn't think of an answer.

"Maybe I don't have any-"

"Isagi. Stop doubting yourself, you just haven't found your weapon yet. That doesn't mean you're not fit to be a striker." Yami cut Isagi off, god he liked Isagi but the kid was too unconfident for his good.

"Isagi, Yami, mind if I sit here?" Kunigami asked his hands in his pockets.

"of course."

"Isagi is your side dish always natto?" Kunigami chuckled.

"Yeah, that's what it's like for us low rankers." Isagi rolled his eyes.

"You're not eating anything?" Yami raised his eyebrows.

"I ate earlier; I came to see Isagi." Kunigami easily replied.

"Huh, me? Why?" Isagi wondered aloud.

"I realized I didn't get to say thank you."

"For what?"

"for your passes, thanks man!" Kunigami smiled.

"Huh? You mean in that game? You came all the way here just to say that?"

'What an upright guy…' Isagi thought.

"Yup, That's it. Goodnight."

"Wait a second!" Isagi quickly said.

"Kunigami…why do you play soccer?"

'am I the third wheel' Yami sweat dropped.

"Why do you ask?"

"well…your shooting power, your physical strength…you have all these weapons that I don't, so I was just wondering what someone as amazing as you thinks about all this…sorry. It feels like I'm asking you something embarrassing. Forget about it, Goodnight."

"…That's easy. I play soccer so I can become a superhero. When I was a kid, the ones I looked up to weren't power rangers, or robots, or the pirate king, it was the striker who would run around the field and steal goals to win. Those players weren't fiction, they were real superheroes who gave me courage and excitement. And that's the kind of person I want to be. Even if people laughed at me or ridiculed me for being an idiot none of that would matter. For the sake of my dream, I'll fight the world fair and square. Nothing is embarrassing about that."

'Wow, he's really cool…'

"What about you Yami?" Kunigami asked.

"Me? Well because soccer is fun." Yami shrugged.

"That's it?" Isagi questioned looking at Yami incredulously.

"Yup, that's it."

Yami walked away and came back with a food tray in his hand, which had a delicious-looking meal of steak with rice on the side.

"Steak?!" Isagi gaped.

"Wanna share? It's written on that goal bonus sign. Apparently, there's a system where those who score points can trade them for prizes" Yami pointed to a sign on the wall with the words 'GOAL BONUS' written on it.

It read: 1 Goal = 1 point

Trade for whatever prizes you want.

1 pt.: Sirloin steak or Massage.

3 pts.: Get your cell phone back.

5 pts.: Deluxe bed.

10 pts.: 1 Day excursion pass.

'Man I want all of these!' Isagi stared at the sign.

Yami cut the steak into three slices and pushed one each to his teammates.

"Go on."

"Wait really?" Isagi was almost drooling at the delicious-looking meat in front of him.

"Yeah go ahead."

Kunigami accepted his meal with a small 'thank you'.

The three chatted while eating the juicy steak (along with the rice)…

Whew, that took me what? An hour? Two?

I don't know honestly and sorry for the long hiatus believe me it went longer than I wanted.

Sorry for the short chapter too it's 5:47 AM and my brain is shutting down so I wrote this quickly to give you guys something.

Don't forget to leave a review and all that jazz.

Until next time.

It's Shadow Astro signing off!