Chapter 62 Football 62 Divination
"Huh? Koki didn't ask you to team up?"
Kira Ryosuke's legs were gently wrapped around the bed, his body unconsciously leaning forward, his hands gently clasped on his knees, his fingers idly rubbing together.
"I thought he had finally learned how to communicate normally with people." Kira Ryosuke's lips drooped slightly, and he made a wronged look, as if he was telling about the ridiculous communication barriers between himself and Suoh Koki.
"After all, sometimes I can't tell whether he's being provocative or just having a normal conversation when he speaks."
Upon hearing this, Erzi nodded quickly, his face showing a deep sense of agreement.
This was the first time he had encountered someone looking for a team as if declaring war.
"Heh." Suoh Koki, who was standing to the side, sneered as he listened to Kira Ryosuke and Futaba Ichiki openly criticizing him.
Thanks to Futaba's status as a seasoned anime and manga fan with extensive knowledge of various popular cultures, and Kira Ryosuke's unwavering devotion to the Death Note, particularly his passion for suspense and mystery, their shared interests made their conversations exceptionally lively and engaging. Suoh Koki would also occasionally join in, offering his own opinions and perspectives.
As a result, the relationship between the three of them deepened day by day.
"I'm going to wash up."
Suoh Hyo-hee suddenly stood up, picked up his toothbrush and mouthwash cup, and walked towards the door without looking back.
"Okay, okay, bring back a bottle of water, I want some O-Lola," Kira Ryosuke shouted loudly, his tone relaxed and casual.
"I want Lei Bi." Erzi waved and joined the conversation.
"Go starve."
After uttering those harsh words, Wang Xiaoxi slammed the door shut.
Inside the washroom.
Suoh Hyo-hee stood in front of the mirror, brushing her teeth meticulously.
A week has passed since they entered the second stage of the second round, but their team has yet to play a match. This is not because they lack strength or their opponents are too strong, but rather because of Kira Ryosuke's resounding reputation—"The Gem of Japan".
As soon as they saw Kira Ryosuke in the group, they turned around and left without hesitation.
Unlike Kira Ryosuke's resounding title of "Japan's Gem," Suoh Koki was not well-known.
First, the reports in football journals are updated too quickly, and "new stars" appear every now and then. Second, after losing the national competition in my third year of national team play, I went directly to the U-18 team and did not participate in any large-scale public competitions.
This caused Suoh Hyo-hee to miss many opportunities to showcase himself, and also prevented his name from leaving much of a mark on the football world.
Are we going to stay in this phase until the end?
Xu Wangxiao looked at himself in the mirror. Usually, he always carried a certain indifference and aloofness, but now, as if gently sketched by an invisible brush, he was given an indescribable blankness. His eyes seemed to have lost focus, staring blankly at some empty point in front of him, and the corners of his mouth were slightly downturned.
Suddenly, an indescribable chill crept silently up his spine and down to his heart.
The chill wasn't just physical; it felt more like a premonition of some unknown fear, causing Suoh Hyoki to shiver involuntarily. His body trembled slightly, as if even his soul had been frozen for a moment by the cold. His hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his fingertips turning slightly white from the force.
"...will come back."
"...Won't...come back."
"...I will come back."
A mournful voice, accompanied by the sound of ropes snapping, came from the dressing room next door.
Hana... Hanako?
Having been brainwashed by anime and manga lately, Suoh Koki immediately thought of this name, which represented fantasy and horror stories. Without thinking further, almost instinctively, he turned around, grabbed his toiletries, and hurriedly left the bathroom.
On the way back to the dormitory, Suoh Hyo-ki's movements became unusually clumsy, walking with his hands and feet moving in unison, completely losing his usual composure.
Seeing this, Nijiichi's eyes flashed with a hint of doubt and concern. He quickly stepped forward, grabbed Suoh Hyo-ki's shoulder, and asked, "What's wrong? You don't look right."
Suoh Koki's eyes were still somewhat unfocused, as if he had just woken up from a dream. He swallowed hard and said in a hoarse voice, "I think... I met Hanako."
"Um?!"
"ah?"
Kira Ryosuke and his two sons were greatly alarmed.
Of course, this wasn't the only thing that shocked them.
Inside the bathroom, steam swirled, blurring the view but not the subtle tension in the air.
Reio Mikage abruptly slapped away Seishiro Nagi's outstretched hand, as if announcing a silent war.
"Aren't we arch-enemies now?"
His words resonated deeply.
Upon hearing this, everyone in the bathroom, though outwardly continuing with their own tasks—rubbing their backs, washing their hair, and rinsing—was all straining to hear, afraid of missing a single detail.
The two boys, ranked lower, knew nothing of their story and could only hide in a corner listening to Kira Ryosuke's quiet explanation.
The story unfolds in a way that rivals an anime!
Unexpectedly, even in this closed training base, one can witness a story full of twists and turns.
The two sons waved their hands excitedly as they thought of this.
I really made the right choice coming to Blue Prison.
Suoh Koki stood to the side, his gaze sweeping indifferently over Nagi Seishiro, before turning away nonchalantly to continue his washing routine, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.
As he was about to leave the bathhouse, he was secretly planning his next battle.
Suoh Hyoki scanned the crowd in the bathhouse, carefully observing the direction of their muscles and silently assessing each person's strength.
Although he was confident of winning any match, he was unwilling to choose weaker opponents who couldn't catch his passes.
As I stepped out of the bathhouse, I bumped into Shido Ryusei.
That guy who kicks the ball based on instinct.
Although Suoh Kōki and he were not compatible, it did not prevent him from believing that Shidō Ryūsō was indeed very strong.
Shido Ryusei's figure was tall and imposing, a wicked smile playing on his lips, a smile that held both provocation and disdain. The way he looked at Suoh Koki was as if he were looking at an insignificant opponent.
"Want to have a match?"
Suoh Hyo-ki's tone was calm and confident, as if he were making a very simple suggestion.
Shido Ryusei merely shook his head with a wicked smile, a smile full of amusement and provocation. "No."
“I already have a team to play against,” Shido Ryūshō said casually, raising one eyebrow and gently patting Suoh Koki on the shoulder. “Keep it up, boy. You can consider it in the final stage.”
Suoh Hyo-hee nodded without saying a word.
Kira Suoh Futago wasn't the only one who couldn't find a team to compete against; Kuro-name Ten no Miki Seira was also among them.
But their choice was—since things have come to this, let's eat first.
In the slightly noisy atmosphere of the cafeteria, Kurono Ranse, Tenno Minakata, and Kiyoro Ren walked side by side, each with their own worries and expectations for the upcoming match.
This thought didn't last long before I was drawn to the strange atmosphere emanating from a corner of the cafeteria.
A boy with a bun hairstyle is shuffling the cards rapidly with an almost magical touch. The tarot cards in his hand seem to come alive, jumping and flipping at his fingertips.
Each shuffle was accompanied by a soft "rustling" sound, as captivating as a whisper.
A group of people formed a semicircle around the boy, their eyes sparkling with curiosity and anticipation, as if waiting for some mysterious moment to arrive.
"What are they doing?" Tenno Minaka frowned slightly, a hint of confusion in his eyes. His voice was particularly clear in the slightly noisy environment.
Qing Luoren's gaze was as cold as frost. He spoke calmly, "It looks like divination."
“Divination, divination…” Kurono Ranse repeated the word, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. It was a unique habit of his; whenever he encountered something new, he would unconsciously repeat it to deepen his impression.
Just then, the boy with the bun hairstyle, who was surrounded by the crowd, seemed to sense their presence. He suddenly raised his head, his bright eyes sparkling with a friendly light, and the two moles under his eyes added a touch of mystery under the light.
"I'm Hiiragi Reiji," the boy introduced himself, a hint of excitement in his voice, before extending an invitation to the three of them, "Want to play tarot together?"
Amano Minaka frowned, a hint of distrust flashing in his eyes. "Sorry, I have something to do. Let's do the divination another time."
He has never believed in these things.
Before he finished speaking, Tenno Minaka had already turned around, his steps hurried, as if he had an impatient worry in his heart.
Unfortunately, his haste prevented him from noticing the person behind him. Before he knew it, he brushed past someone, his arm accidentally touching the hand of Hiiragi Reiji that was holding the tarot cards.
The tarot cards, like fallen leaves swept up by the wind, fluttered and scattered all over the ground, filling the air with a subtle awkwardness and tension.
"Excuse me."
Amano Minaka immediately stopped and crouched down, frantically picking up the scattered tarot cards. Hiiragi Reiji, who had been bumped into, and the other blades around him quickly joined in.
Everyone busied themselves trying to make up for this unintentional mistake.
There weren't many tarot cards scattered on the ground, and they were quickly picked up.
The short break ended quickly.
As everyone left the dining hall and immersed themselves in the intense training, he remained alone, gently weighing the tarot cards in his hand, his brow slightly furrowed, as if sensing some subtle change.
It seems too light?
Hiiragi Reiji's gaze swept around, lingering for a moment on the spot where he had bumped into Amanominaka. Then he noticed four upward-facing tarot cards—three Death cards and one bouquet.
Hiiragi Reiji held four Tarot cards and stared thoughtfully at the receding figure of Tenno Minaka.
In the end, the divination came true.
Death fell into the bouquet.
[To be reborn is to have experienced death.]
The sad thing is that you will experience death three times.
Hiiragi Zero withdrew his gaze, put away his tarot cards, and left the dining hall.
-----------------------
Author's note: I just barely made it (crying).
I've been going crazy writing outdoor training reports lately, two a week. Not only do they have to be handwritten, but each one is 4,000 words long, and I also have to read references.
Fortunately, final exams are coming up soon.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
