Next day at practice went only a little better. There would have been a lot more arguments actually if Endou, Ichinose (who I finally learned his name), and Domon hadn't been hogging half of the field trying to use Tri-Pegasus. We were doing passing drills, and somehow it seems like me and Raimon just couldn't connect our passes properly even though Kidou was doing relatively well with them. I would always pass it too hard or too far, and they would always pass it off the axis or off by a few degrees.

        Finally, after two hours or so, Hibiki-kantoku dismissed us, but most of Raimon stayed behind to support the three trying to revive Tri-Pegasus. So far, they were having no luck, and I didn't exactly want to waste my time just for such a small possibility of success. Might as well drop by an okonomiyaki store in Inazuma Town to buy takeout for dinner before it got crowded and catch the bart to go home to my apartment.

Time Skip

        I was in my beroom lying on the carpet doing homework. Raimon was a public school, so compared to Teikoku, it was easy as pie. I'm glad the Football Frontier doesn't play on TV in Europe, or else mama and papa would know that I had just made a mess of everything we had worked so hard to keep a secret. But I'm sure that they are dying to see it, to make sure I was still safe and undercover, and soon they will find out anyway since Nikaidou-kantoku probably phoned them. If he didn't, then I owe him a thousand thanks. All of a sudden, my phone rang. Glad for a distraction, I scampered up and grabbed it off the table, then flipped it open. The screen said that the call was from Kidou. Why would he be calling me at this time?

        "Yes? Kidou-san?" I asked after jabbing the talk button. There no reply from the other end. "Hello? You there, Kidou? What do you want?" I asked in an annoyed tone. He had better not be prank calling me and wasting my minutes, not that I couldn't pay for it. I did go to Teikoku Gakuen, an expensive private school, after all. Mama and papa earned a nice amount as a violinist and reality estate agent.

        Finally, a girl's voice responded. "This isn't Kidou. I'm his sister. I'm using his phone to call you right now." "Mnhn. I can tell after the second sentence, so stop wasting my time and tell me what you want," I retorted. I heard an angry huff on the other end. "Do you want to hear what I'm going to say or not?" she snapped. "Maybe. It depends on what it is," I said distractedly, already starting to work on the next question for my math homework. "It's info concerning who your opponent is for the next match," was the reply, "But since you're so overconfident, it seems like it doesn't really matter for you. So goodnight."

        "Wait!" I shouted before she ended the call. I waited for a few seconds to hear the ending click, but none came, meaning that she was still listening. "Who is it?," I asked her in a nicer, softer tone this time. There was a long pause. I wondered if I had just missed hearing the ending click, and that she wasn't actually there on the other end anymore. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, those two words that I heard made me freeze and drop my pencil. "Kidokawa Seishuu."