"Hey, they're not going to join U17 either, they're just junior high school students."
"Kamiyo kid, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Mifune walked forward and looked at the people behind Kamishiro Lan with a scrutinizing gaze.
"Tsk tsk tsk, you look pretty energetic."
"Old man Mifune, why aren't you dead yet?" Nanjiro walked out with a heartless step and looked at Mifune.
"You stinky samurai are not dead." Mifune was frowning.
"A stinky old man who only knows how to drink."
"You lecherous old man." Under everyone's confused gaze, the two old men began to quarrel.
"Who is that wretched-looking monk on the other side? How dare he talk to the head coach like that?"
"Oh my god, I've never seen a head coach like this!" Yijun and others were confused.
They knew Mifune's true identity.
Former professional player, U17 head coach.
Their status and position are very high.
In the training camp, Mifune was always drunk and mocked those who looked down on the students.
This monk must have an extraordinary status to be able to receive such special treatment from Mifune.
"He is the samurai Nanjiro." An informed member of the army explained in a low voice.
“He is actually Nanjiro!!” The whole audience was in an uproar, and everyone was scrambling to get his autograph.
"These brats..." Mifune, who was pushed aside, was frowning.
After Fudomine and others temporarily joined U17, there was nothing special about the first day.
Afternoon time.
While everyone was training, an uninvited guest found Kamishiro Lan.
"No.0, I want to fight with you. I want to see how big the gap between you and me is." The person who came was Tokugawa Kazuya.
"My pleasure." Kamishiro Lan looked at the serious Tokugawa Kazuya, smiled and said.
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