Chapter 87 Football 87 Meeting the White Team

The match had just ended, and the Green Team members, without even a moment to catch their breath, dragged their exhausted bodies to the observation room. The high-intensity competition had drained them of their energy, and the Green Team was now so hungry they felt like they could eat a whole cow. So, after watching the Blue Team's videotape, the five of them couldn't contain themselves any longer and rushed to the canteen.

They burst through the automatic doors and rushed into the dining area.

The aroma of steaming food wafted in on the warm breeze, and some people had already gone ahead. The five members of the White Team were leaning against the food counter, the cold light reflecting off the metal plates illuminating them.

They remained calm and composed, after all, they were the first team to complete all the tasks.

"It's you guys."

A tall, imposing young man stood out, his beauty mark under his eye gleaming in the light like a star in the night. When he recognized the newcomers as Suoh Koki and Kira Ryosuke, his slightly widened eyes were filled with surprise.

His bright purple eyes suddenly dimmed, and he turned his head away, deliberately avoiding their gazes.

Kira Ryosuke recognized the boy at a glance, a gentle smile appearing on his face as he broke the silence first: "It's U."

His gaze unconsciously lingered on Uruto, who had left a deep impression on Kira Ryosuke. After all, not everyone could turn down the offer from the national team.

Two years ago, Uruta, as a top player in the Kansai region, successfully qualified for the U-18 reserve team selection. No one expected that, just one month later, he would resolutely withdraw due to a dispute with other players. When this news reached Kira Ryosuke's ears, his hand holding the phone trembled slightly. It's worth noting that Uruta had topped the selection trials; with his ability, he was more than qualified for the starting lineup.

As long as he doesn't commit an unforgivable mistake, even if he makes a minor error, the Football Association will step in to coordinate, and his substitute spot is almost a certainty.

Suga Hyo-hee unconsciously ran his fingertips along the edge of his tracksuit, lowered his eyes, and lightly tapped his chin as a greeting. If the exit process hadn't been unusually fast, he should have intercepted the traveler in that office piled high with honorary banners.

However, at this moment, looking at the Ukrainian players standing before him, a hint of relief flashed in Suoh Hyo-ki's eyes. To be reunited here meant that the young man had never truly given up football.

The traveler's purple pupils suddenly contracted. His gaze lingered on the two faces for a moment beneath his bangs, surprised that they still remembered him. A smile finally spread across his lips. He raised a hand to brush aside the flamboyant purple hair, his husky voice tinged with surprise, "Long time no see."

Unlike the players at Blue Prison who only participated in amateur matches, Ultimo entered various youth training camps early on. Before joining Blue Prison, he was a professional player affiliated with BAMBI Osaka Youth, and he even made it to the U-18 second starter selection, so he was naturally very clear about the status of the U-18 starting players.

That's not a good place.

In the U-18 team, skill level is irrelevant; what matters is adaptability and obedience. The entire team trains around possession-based football, with the tactical board densely packed with passing routes, like precise gears locking each player into a fixed position. Coupled with severe regional and class discrimination, the U-18 team completely looks down on players from outside the Kanto region.

The traveler's purple eyes were clouded with a layer of gray as he recalled unpleasant experiences.

To put it nicely, he came to select U-18 fighters; to put it bluntly, he was there to be U-18 sparring partners. The Ukrainian trainee didn't want to be a practice subject for mediocre players. So, after winning first place in the selection competition, he withdrew from the training camp.

The traveler from Wu curled his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes. He said in an unusually sarcastic tone, "I didn't expect you to come to a place like this. I thought regular soldiers wouldn't come to a third-rate training camp, or that the regular army has gone bankrupt."

Kira Ryosuke maintained his gentle smile, unaffected by the other's tone: "Yes, there is some cooperation involved here. But more than that, I'm happy to see you here." His voice was calm and warm, like a spring breeze sweeping across the stadium, without a trace of aggression.

The unsharp words startled the traveler, while the others on the other side had already started chatting enthusiastically.

Hibiki Aiki, with her silver-gray bob, narrowed her eyes, her gaze like an icicle fixed on Chikiri Hyoma's green jersey, and drew out her words, "Yo, Chikiri."

"See you today." Qianqie Baoma tugged at his wrinkled jersey, the green fabric creased between his fingers. "We lost, and the Green Team snatched us up. How about you? How's your new team going?"

"Pretty much," Hibiki shrugged, raising an eyebrow. "It's just a bit boring."

It's really boring.

Otoya Eita is a pervert whose mind is full of women, Nanahoshi Nijirou is a sunny and cheerful big boy, Yukimiya Kenyu is a decent person, and Uru Traveler is extremely mature in his dealings with people.

In this situation, there is absolutely nothing interesting about it.

As expected... Jie and the others are still more interesting.

Ri Bujian Aiji pouted, a nostalgic smile curving his eyes. "How can anything compare to how interesting you guys are? Watching you bicker is way more exciting than playing football."

As he spoke, he increasingly missed the noisy former White Team (actually, he wanted to watch others argue. X)

"Oh, right, I forgot to introduce you." Senkiri Hyoma understood his implication, raised an eyebrow expressionlessly, and introduced his teammates to him, "Those two over there are Kira Ryosuke and Suoh Koki, and over here is Mikage Reio, the two of them."

“I know, I just finished watching their match videos yesterday,” Ri Bujian Aiji interjected casually.

"Eh?!" Senkiri Hyoma's pupils contracted slightly, and he and Mikage Rei exclaimed in surprise at the same time.

"The promised exclusive intelligence... We've been tricked!" The businessman's shrewdness was instantly ignited, and Mikage Reio's lips curled into a dangerous smile. "So the so-called 'special treatment' was just a way to get something for nothing?"

"Is something wrong?" The boy wearing a sweatband leaned closer, blinked, and said to them, "Coach Huixin said that after this match, we can watch all the players' videos at will."

Seeing his respectful manner and even the use of honorifics, Qianqie Baoma felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively clutched his stomach.

The boy noticed Senkiri Hyoma's unusual behavior and stepped forward to ask if he needed help, "W-what's wrong? Does your stomach hurt? Should I call a doctor for you?"

So there are obedient kids like this in Blue Prison too.

Those who witnessed this scene couldn't help but sigh.

Just as the boy's fingertips were about to touch the hem of Qianqie Baoma's clothes, a boy with white hair and green highlights in his bangs jumped out.

"Ninja Secret Technique: Wall Slam".

The newcomer abruptly slammed his hands against the wall, creating a semi-encircling, oppressive posture. His other hand elegantly brushed his hair, and his deliberately lowered voice was laced with a sticky sweetness, "I am Otoya Eita~, it's a pleasure to meet you~ May I have the honor of knowing your name~ this beautiful..."

Chikiri Hyoma slapped his hand away and introduced himself, "Chikiri Hyoma. Sorry, I'm a man."

"..."

The air suddenly froze.

Otoya Eita remained frozen in place, still in the wall-slamming position, his previous flirtatious demeanor shattered on the ground.

So, the people ranked at the top are this type of guy?

Qianqie Baoma clutched his stomach, feeling the pain intensify.

When he didn't see Aiji for a day, his brow twitched; he just found it amusing.

"Ling Wang." Yukimiya Kenyu walked through the crowd, pushing up his gold-rimmed glasses, a rare smile appearing in his eyes behind the lenses.

Reio Mikage quickly stepped forward, "Yukimiya, it's wonderful to meet you in this round."

Due to the format of the Blue Prison tournament, teammates who were exchanging pleasantries one moment might disappear the next. It's certainly a happy thing to see friends you met in the first round make it to the end.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Yukimiya Kenyu introduced Captain White.

"The traveler chatting with Kira and the others, the one wearing antiperspirant is Nanase Nijiro, the one with green highlights is Otoya Eita, and the one standing at the very back is Hizumi Aiki."

Then, for no apparent reason, the two teams ate together.

The clatter of plates still echoed in the corridor as Suoh Koki and Kira Ryosuke returned to the court. According to their training schedule, they still had half of their goals to achieve.

"Zhong has already left. Do you think it's better for us to stay in Blue Prison or leave?"

Staying in Blue Prison was Amano Minaka's idea and decision, and now that he has left, it seems there is no need for them to stay.

What should have been a self-evident decision was now swirling into a chaotic vortex in his mind.

The gains from their time at Blue Prison far exceeded expectations. The "all-out" style of play genuinely improved their skills and mentality, putting Suoh Koki and Kira Ryosuke in a dilemma.

“There are still three months until the World Friendly Tournament. If we don’t go back now, I’m afraid we can’t guarantee the accuracy of our passing and control. If only we could squeeze the Blue Prison into the U-18 team.” Kira Ryosuke’s tone was somewhat troubled. He stopped what he was doing, picked up a bottle of water, and tossed it up and down with an ambiguous expression.

His light brown eyes, though curved in a smile, were dull and lifeless. He seemed to be considering the feasibility of this idea.

Suoh Hyo-hee glanced at him and said, "They can't possibly accept parachuting in, can they? It would be better to let U-18 play against Blue Prison and let the strong teams form a team to compete."

"Ah, this is so typical of 'Blue Prison'," Kira Ryosuke said with a helpless smile.

Then the topic came to a complete halt.

This idea is absolutely impossible.

Even if a regular army is weak, it would never allow wild animals to compete on the field.

"jingle--"

The cell phone rang abruptly.

The two exchanged a glance. Suoh Koki remained silent and continued to nominate someone, while Kira Ryosuke frowned as he looked at the caller ID on his phone screen.

"Hello, yes, I am Kira Ryosuke, the captain of U18."

The voice coming from the receiver made his expression even more solemn, and his silent aura even made Suoh Hyoki, who was standing next to him, sense something was wrong.

As soon as the call ended, before Kira Ryosuke could even speak, Suoh Koki cast an inquiring glance his way.

"Don't worry about it anymore." Kira Ryosuke stuffed his phone back into his pocket, his tone tinged with helplessness. "The coach wants us to leave Blue Prison immediately."