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32. NEW TEAM
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AFTER
walking on the field, it's like everything has just suddenly changed. The world around you seemed to shift with the weight of their loss ringing heavily on your shoulders, and it was like each breath you took had to be forced out of your lips.
Rin's team are discussing who to pick, about to choose the name of their final victor... when Rin himself suddenly interrupts them, his tone of voice just as aloof as always. "Shut up. I'm deciding. And no objections allowed—" He pushes his hair back, ignoring the shocked looks he receives from all his teammates. "The final play of the game... I was totally unable to read it. I haven't felt defeat like this since I came here. Not until that moment. So now, there's one more person I need to crush. I won't let you sink back down."
Rin steps forward, self-confidence practically oozing out of him when he wags his finger to usher his new teammate over, "Come along, Yoichi Isagi. I'm gonna become the best in the world—and when I do, you're going to have a front-row seat."
Your jaw positively drops at his words, and you stare at him with wide-open eyes, That means... I'll be stuck with those weirdos?!
You look back at Nagi, Chigiri and Barou—who all have their head turned down, refusing to even meet your gaze. So, you step forward, crouching down beside Isagi and look up at Rin. There, you see how cold his eyes look. Bachira peers over the Itoshi's shoulder, a smile on his lips, "Hey, Isagi, let's go."
The others in your new team all make their way through the winner's gate—but only Bachira and Komi seem to wait for Isagi (and you guess, by extension, you). You and Isagi both stand up, and he turns back abruptly with an apologetic expression at your team, "You guys... I'm sorry—we nearly made it happen! We came this close to beating the top three! That last goal was nothing but chance! We weren't steamrolled like last time—"
Chigiri's chest rises and falls erratically, and his jaw is clenched so tightly you wonder how he can even talk, "That crap's the last thing we wanna hear." He looks up, a wave of burning-hot anger in his eyes, "Rin selected you over the rest of us. Nothing's gonna change that. So just shut up and get going."
"You got that right," Barou rasps out, voice heaving with pants when he directs his glare at Isagi. Looking at him right at this moment—you're sure he's about to murder somebody. "If I have to look at your face any longer I'll end up killing you. Do yourself a favour donkey, and go."
Nagi throws his head back, resting his elbow on his knees, "Yeah, man. After all, you were always the main character on this team. We were paying the price for being the supporting cast, plain and simple." But when he finally meets Isagi's eyes, you wonder if this guy in front of you really is the spoilt Nagi Seishiro. "But I swear, the next time we meet you're finished. We'll crawl our way to the top without you."
