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Isagi woke up to find himself in a dark room. What the fuck?
“Neh? Where are we? I~sa~gi~? Bachira ran up to Isagi. Isagi smiled, they were just about to go against the World Five.
However, it seemed other people were not as calm as Isagi and Bachira were.
“Where the fuck are we?!” Barou screamed.
“Fuck! How the hell would I know!?” Raichi added. There was plenty of shouting throughout the dark room, and Isagi noticed it was the different teams. Wait. Was that Itoshi Sae? Holy shit, Noel Noa? Chris Prince? Why the hell were there so many professional teams here?! Even the World Five were here, damn this was weird.
“Calm down you unpolished gems,” Ego said. He found a note in his pocket.
What up losers, you’re here to react to the football journey of Isagi Yoichi, you have no say in this, so enjoy
Straightforward, Ego approved.
“What??? Why me!?” Isagi sank to the floor. Why was it always him?
“Yeah, why him?” Barou growled, while Rin glared at Isagi.
“I don’t see a way out of here, so I suppose we should so as the note says.” Ego adjusts his glasses.
A screen appeared before them, a very large one, and suddenly they were all seated in very comfortable chairs, that were put into a specific arrangement, with what was left of Team Z sitting near each other, followed by Nagi, Reo, Zantetsu, Rin, Aryu, Tokimitsu, Barou and everyone else.
Well, I suppose it’s starting.