THE PAIN - Inazuma Eleven Go Fanfic

CHAPTER 44: PLAIN SIGHT

The next morning, as the sun reached its midday zenith, Sanguko, Shindou, Kirino, Nishiki, and Tsurugi trudged back to their training camp, laden with bags of groceries.

"Thanks for lending a hand, Tsurugi. I know you had other plans this morning," Shindou expressed his gratitude to his junior teammate.

Tsurugi, his demeanor as nonchalant as ever, waved off the thanks. "No problem at all. Figured you guys could use the help," he replied casually, his eyes flicking toward the bags filled with remedies for their aching teammates. Tsurugi had stumbled upon them during his morning jog and decided to assist.

Nishiki, seizing the opportunity for conversation, inquired about their plans for the afternoon. "Guys, are you planning to go with Kantuko this afternoon?"

"It will be great if all of us can come. Who knows when we can properly meet the Shizen?" Sanguko, contemplating the idea, spoke thoughtfully,

"True, though what I worried about was if others would be able to survive the whole training camp," Kirino, however, voiced a concern

Shindou, resolute and without leaving room for argument, stated, "It's no use for us to worry. All of us need to get through this training." He let out a little sigh. "Even if Endou Kantuko's training is hard."

Sanguko nodded in agreement, his expression thoughtful. "You know, I really wondered why Endou Kantuko made us do that training. He's not the kind of coach to give us that brutal training like that, except for Kidou-san."

Kirino chimed in, his brow furrowed with confusion. "Yeah, it's definitely unusual. The training he's given us so far has focused more on teamwork and coordination."

Tsurugi, who had been listening in silence, finally spoke up. "Maybe he's preparing us for something. Especially after our defeat against the Shizen's second team. He might be trying to toughen us up for whatever he is planning this whole training camp."

On their walk, the group passed by a soccer field bank, where children were running happily with a soccer ball. The five stopped in their tracks, momentarily entranced by the carefree play of the children.

The children are around the age of elementary school. They take turns between offense and defense. The teens are amazed at how they are skilled at their age.

As time passed, one of the boys made a daring attempt to score a goal with a powerful shot, channeling to imitate a famous hisatsu technique.

However, to the shock of everyone present, the ball missed its mark and sailed past the goalpost with unexpected force, striking an unfortunate member of the passing gangster squarely in the face.

"FUDGE CHITTA! WHO DID THAT?" The man bellowed, clutching his face in pain as his companions turned to locate the source of the errant ball. Their stern glares bore down on the frozen children, who stood paralyzed with fear at the unintended consequences of their play.

With each menacing step forward, the children instinctively retreated, their eyes brimming with tears, overwhelmed by the intimidating presence of the gang and their leader. Fear gripped them as they shrank back, realizing the severity of the situation unfolding before them.

"Do you know how much I'm not in the mood today?" the leader growled, his frustration palpable as he surveyed the trembling children before him. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, underscoring the gravity of the moment as the children braced themselves for the consequences of their inadvertent actions.

"Do you know what?" the gang leader continued, his tone darkening with each passing moment, instilling a sense of dread in the trembling children before him.