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WHO: Gran, Kidou Ken, Koromaru??
WHERE: Nonah Middle School + a nearby field
WHEN: after Labor Day
WHAT: The first day of 8th grade comes with a surprise! Then, Ken and his new teammates go to play soccer.
WARNINGS: None anticipated, but will be added as necessary!
[the first day of school: unexpected classmates]
[The last days of summer came and went surprisingly normally. The Swear-In did not cause as much of a disaster as anybody with last year's experience anticipated, and Ken had gained some new imPort friends this month that he finally got to share a hobby with. Gran and Kidou-kun were both incredible at soccer, and they were also fun to spend time with outside of the sport. Ken was thinking about inviting them both to a field this weekend, too, so he could introduce them to Kala-Nemi and offer them a space to use hissatsu.
He was thinking, and also half asleep, because as usual he doesn't sleep well at night. He's barely making out what Noodle is saying above his head while he leans an elbow on his desk and closes his eyes. School's not starting for another five minutes or so... he can catch a quick snooze, right?
Except as he's really starting to drift off, he hears Noodle yell out a familiar sounding name, and he hears a familiar sounding voice, and his curiosity is piqued enough that he looks up, eyes opening slowly.
And is surprised enough by what he sees that his head slips off his hand and his forehead hits the surface of his desk with a resounding thud. It silences the entire class.]
[that weekend: Ken's big strong goalkeeper Pokémon]
[Kidou and Gran can't use their soccer hissatsu freely. They can't even use their soccer strength fully. And Ken had offered the two of them a goalie who can handle their strength. The sun is high above their heads as Ken steps onto the grassy field, stretching his arms and pulling that silver gun out of its holster. As you do, in soccer.
Normal stuff.
He at least has his usual, easy (although slightly apologetic) smile as he looks over his shoulder at them.]
I know this will be strange... but it'll be okay.
[real assuring, amada]
WHERE: Nonah Middle School + a nearby field
WHEN: after Labor Day
WHAT: The first day of 8th grade comes with a surprise! Then, Ken and his new teammates go to play soccer.
WARNINGS: None anticipated, but will be added as necessary!
[the first day of school: unexpected classmates]
[The last days of summer came and went surprisingly normally. The Swear-In did not cause as much of a disaster as anybody with last year's experience anticipated, and Ken had gained some new imPort friends this month that he finally got to share a hobby with. Gran and Kidou-kun were both incredible at soccer, and they were also fun to spend time with outside of the sport. Ken was thinking about inviting them both to a field this weekend, too, so he could introduce them to Kala-Nemi and offer them a space to use hissatsu.
He was thinking, and also half asleep, because as usual he doesn't sleep well at night. He's barely making out what Noodle is saying above his head while he leans an elbow on his desk and closes his eyes. School's not starting for another five minutes or so... he can catch a quick snooze, right?
Except as he's really starting to drift off, he hears Noodle yell out a familiar sounding name, and he hears a familiar sounding voice, and his curiosity is piqued enough that he looks up, eyes opening slowly.
And is surprised enough by what he sees that his head slips off his hand and his forehead hits the surface of his desk with a resounding thud. It silences the entire class.]
[that weekend: Ken's big strong goalkeeper Pokémon]
[Kidou and Gran can't use their soccer hissatsu freely. They can't even use their soccer strength fully. And Ken had offered the two of them a goalie who can handle their strength. The sun is high above their heads as Ken steps onto the grassy field, stretching his arms and pulling that silver gun out of its holster. As you do, in soccer.
Normal stuff.
He at least has his usual, easy (although slightly apologetic) smile as he looks over his shoulder at them.]
I know this will be strange... but it'll be okay.
[real assuring, amada]
Classroom;
[At least, that's what he'd said when he approached in the classroom. From the moment he'd played with Ken's soccer team in August he'd known that he had to attend school with the same team. Something resonated with him that day, and he'd talked it out with Kidou for his opinion as well. It seemed like they were in the like mindset for this.
Which made it immensely easier.
Still, it was weird getting used to being able to wear casual clothes in a school. And it shows in the way he notices the distinct lack of unified dress code. Not that he'll let it bother him. Ken's...head thunk certainly got everyone's attention. Eyes widening, he hurries over to him and guides him back up into a sitting position.]
A-Are you alright?
[A rather rhetorical question, seeing as Ken's forehead is probably now sporting a giant red mark.]
Guess we surprised you.
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When Kidou was watching him earlier, he seemed out of it, his eyes vacant and posture drained. Even over Noodle's shouting, he couldn't miss that it really looks like Amada was falling asleep before. And now this... hm.]
Careful.
[Like Gran, he's also in casual enough clothes, though by his posture his standard outfit may as well be a uniform all their own. It hadn't come as much surprise that they were of one mind on the transfer; once they knew this team, that was all they needed to know. The transfer was made shortly after that practice match.]
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[It's no serious injury for Ken. He's rubbing his poor abused forehead, and it is in fact turning red, but he's otherwise mostly unharmed. Some of their classmates are already laughing and throwing some half-concerned jokes at him that Ken dismisses with a wave of his hand in their direction.
When he looks up at Kidou and Gran again, it's with a sheepish laugh.]
I'm okay. I guess I was so surprised I forgot to hold my head up.
... Are you visiting?
[It's taking him a moment to catch up. A few seats over, Noodle can be heard going wow, he really wasn't listening.]
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Even earlier since he had to make his walk over here.
But at Ken's question, his eyes quickly flick to Kidou, a small smile curling on his lips as he puts his hands in his pockets, letting his shoulder bag adjust itself naturally. Visiting?
Well, you could say that.]
Mmm. We transferred to Nonah Middle School.
[Which Noodle is apparently muttering was just said five minutes ago, but that's beside the point.]
I guess it is kind of our surprise to you.
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He doesn't turn his head, but he listens as best he can to the atmosphere of the classroom, seeing what the overall attitude seems to be. He knows the soccer team here, but he doesn't know the school as well; this first day is important. Generally, it seems relaxed- more than he's accustomed to by far.
More than Raimon seemed to be...
Remembering that soccer game earlier, he's piecing together a feel for the place. No uniforms, a far more casual atmosphere... it'd take some adjusting to, to be sure. He adds only one piece of relevant information:]
It'd be harder to play soccer if we're not in the same place.
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[Not that it's unheard of, and Ken was certainly friends with a teacher who commuted all the way from Maurtia Falls, too. He's about to wonder why they would transfer when he hears Kidou's explanation though, and all the pieces fall into place. His look of surprised confusion fades, as does any leftover drowsiness that was clouding his eyes. It's really like the sun's come out as he smiles and gets so his feet so he can properly greet them. He even holds up his hands, palms out, in a position the boys might remember him taking during the soccer practice whenever he sought high-fives from his teammates.]
Well, I'm more than happy to play soccer with you guys again. Welcome to Nonah Gran, Kidou-kun.
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[And that's what they went with, too. The public was far more lenient towards imPorts, and with Nonah the way it is towards them, it was almost as if they were more than welcome to integrate them into their curriculum. Kidou had probably mentioned that they'd have to technically be held back a year, but it was of no issue on Gran's end.]
It just seemed only natural...
After all, Nonah has you in it, Ken-kun.
[GRAN YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT!!!]
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Detention
Shortly after, he was explaining that he couldn't take them off to the principal. "I need them. I'll take any punishment for it, but I won't take them off."
When asked why, he couldn't provide a reason. His throat clamped up too tightly, words vanishing away. He ended up looking down, and his chance to discuss this vanished.
There's no parent to discuss here, nor any way to determine what 'need' is defined as. So, while his case is under consideration... Kidou's stuck in detention, and doesn't dare so much as hesitate to accept his fate. Thirty minutes detention for disrespect (he'd flinched internally at that) to a teacher, to be served over two days in fifteen minute intervals.
He sits the whole time at attention, back perfectly straight and completely silent. But he does so with his goggles on. Idly he's wondering what Gran and Amada are up to, and the others. What is he missing?
Soon enough, he'll find out, he supposes. It can't be helped. There's no point in getting bitter, although he can't see how he broke any rules wearing these to begin with. Is this going to be what the year is like?
He'll wait there patiently the whole time, silently gathering his things and walking out the second the clock marks his time.]
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He had to admit, it's rather silly.
But then again, Gran's from a world where that was normal. Where that was the least of your problems in the world. He stands outside the entrance, watching the baseball team (and it's goofy coach) run laps around the diamond to warm up as he waits for detention to finish. It's not until footsteps that his eyes dart towards the steps, looking at Kidou exiting the building.]
Kidou-kun.
...I'm sorry.
[It's the first thing he can think of, honestly.]
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He's not about to go in without running it by Kidou first but he's more than ready to walk in and have a chat with the principal. Hands stuffed into his pockets and following the baseball coach run around with his kids, Ken's silently wondering what some of his upperclassmen from home would've done in a situation like this when he hears Gran speak. Their friend had returned.
He straightens, pulling his hands out of his pockets, and steps forward toward Kidou to stand in front of him.]
You did nothing wrong.
[That, he is most certain of, and that was the most important thing in his mind to say.]
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But they clearly did in a show of solidarity. They couldn't know the reason either; he'd told no one why and he had no intention of changing that. It hurt enough to think about it right now, memories he'd rather not face threatening to surface.
But that didn't matter.
It's a bit of much needed warmth from the cold, making his expression soften as he looks from Gran to Amada. In that one moment, he knows without any doubt that he's made the correct choice. No matter if he has detention; he's got people who'll be there for him. And that makes all the difference.]
You guys...
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No. His friend.
That's what they were here, wasn't it?
No matter what the reason Kidou got the detention for, he knew Kidou by his soccer alone. He knew who the boy was better than anyone in this place. And Kidou was not someone who would just deserve detention. That smile leaves his face for a moment, though, hand faltering ever so slightly.]
I can't imagine why they'd give you detention...[Curiosity sounds in his voice, although he wasn't going to pry if Kidou was uncomfortable about it.]
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He doesn't know Kidou as well as Gran does. Heck, he doesn't know either of them that well, at all. Ken isn't the sort of person to ask many questions about others and that's held true with these two so far as well; what he knew about Kidou and Gran were things they showed him through the short time he's spent with him so far. Still, that makes him no less confident in his support here. He has a few guesses what happened. His voice is soft but steady as he speaks.]
Are you all right?
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just for this round!
Gran
Gran wants to use his hissatsu in general. Kidou isn't happy about that idea at all, despite how much he misses it; hissatsu has no place outside of soccer. Nothing good could come of it that he's seen.
It's just their second day of true practice, before any official positions are decided on for a team dynamic. Gran's typically taking a striker position, though at the moment he could pass as an attacking midfielder.
As expected of a striker from Genesis. But that's the problem: he can't be a striker safely here and expect that won't lead to destruction. How could power so devastating be used to beneficial ways? Does he want to fight after all?
While Kidou participates, he's distracted - and it fails to escape his notice that even not paying full attention to the game as he should be doing, he's keeping up easily. His focus is on Gran for now, making passes to him a few more times than anyone else to make it clear to him that he's got Kidou's complete attention.
No, Kidou decides. He doubts that Gran wants to fight. Gran's soccer isn't violent anymore, even at its most competitively aggressive. Kidou's seen enough of his plays to tell that difference. Gran has a gentle soul. Which ties back to the initial problem all over again; all of his hissatsu are attacks.
Returning to analyzing, he runs this over a few more times before concluding that continuing to work on the problem at this angle is getting him nowhere. So. How would Endou handle this? He really can't know, but it'd probably run along the lines of 'just believe in him!' or some other optimistic claim. Kidou does believe in him. That's why he's on the same team as him. But he has to be sure he can protect others from Gran's strength (and his own) compared to the others, while allowing Gran to pursue his goal. How can he do these two things at once?
Endou's approach would be simple encouragement, he's sure. That seems naive.
What other options.... What would Coach Hitomiko do? She handled problems about playstyle before, without allowing sentimentality to cloud her view. What kind of solution might she find?
Kidou turns his attention to the rest of his team, letting the question sit even as he watches Gran run.
After the match is over, he heads in Gran's direction, waiting until he's alone for a moment to approach close enough to speak quietly.]
I'm recommending you as a defender.
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With their newfound pact...things felt like they were finally going right.
However, a looming darkness overcomes him when he hears that. It's not that he hates the defender position, but in Inazuma Japan, there were so many good ones, and their playstyles were so unlike his. Kazemaru potentially came close, but all Hiroto's skills were used to bringing the ball to the goal, or delivering it to someone who could.
His eyes turn worried, questioning Kidou as he approaches, whispering that to him as if they were exchanging information.]
Kidou-kun?
[His tone is questioning. As if he...worries he did something wrong.
Hitomiko never told him about what she'd done to Endou. He'd only seen Endou take to the field in what he thought at the time was just to get Tachimukai off it. It wasn't until Inazuma Japan that Endou took back the goal, and thus...he had no idea that it was even a tactic.]
Me? A defender?
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You can take him out of a commander position, but you can never take away the mentality. When he speaks, he has a authoritative confidence to his words.]
You don't need improvement as a forward right now. However.
[His voice stays steady and quiet, gaze locked firmly on Gran as he continues. He's not angry, and Gran did nothing wrong. Far from it.]
In order to effectively help others, you need to become more than a striker.
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Thankfully, he's blunt in his explanation, and his own eyes widen at the thought.
Kidou wanted to make him well rounded. He wanted him to improve on what was currently lacking in his abilities.
You have to be more flexible, he tells himself. But he never even considered...]
A defender...[This time, it's said with a warm tone, looking at Kidou with nothing less than ultimate respect.] Like Fubuki-kun could be.
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Despite how it sometimes got out of hand, his versatility in play truly was a fantastic example of what Kidou wanted.]
Exactly. I would like to see you master that kind of versatility.
[They can't have the benefit of picking positions off the field. He has to fight down an uneasy feeling, even considering that option.
But he wouldn't be the playmaker if he didn't attempt to take things into account. Gran can attack. But he needs to learn how to protect, and preferably not by getting himself almost killed.]
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Trying to make him applicable at as many positions on the field as he could. There's something comforting about that. And it shows in the way he practically lights up at Kidou's offer.]
...
[Being versatile was growth in itself, and Gran wants to see how far he can go with this. How he can improve.]
I'll do my best, Kidou-kun! [He puts one of his hands on the boy's shoulder, a smile spreading across his face.] If you'll help me.
[Because he has 0 idea how to Defender.]
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that weekend...
But instinct stills the world as he draws the gun out, adrenaline surging to play events out at a dramatically slower pace. And what Amada says...
Obscured behind tinted glass, Kidou's eyes narrow.]
What are you intending to do?
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As far as what that entailed...that was another story. But Gran trusted Ken.
He--
That certainly is a gun he's drawing out just now, and his stance goes rigid in surprise.]
Ken-kun.
[Eyes go from the gun to Ken, then back to the gun. Honestly, Kidou summed it up the best. And although his voice remains gentle, there's something subtle about him that only Kidou could probably pick up, heel rolling the ball over to the boy as he takes a step forward.
The message in the pass was evident. Gran was slightly on guard for this one. He trusted Ken. That didn't change. But he doesn't trust the Evoker just yet.]
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I know this is going to sound bizarre, but this is the tool I used to fight with in my world. It's not a real gun -- just a replica of one. I'm what we called a Persona user... it's like a spirit, in my mind, that I can call out and she helps me. I was mostly a healer. This is what I called her out with.
[He drops his eyes to the gun in his hand, fingers curling around it slowly as he continues.]
I have full control over her, and she can't hurt you. But at the same time, your soccer can't hurt her, or me, either. You'd be able to practice against us.
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What does any of this mean? Kidou doesn't sense a connection between any of the things that he's hearing. Amada is right- it does sound bizarre.]
I won't claim to understand how that works.
[And he's not sure he likes it, but he can't say a concrete reason why.]
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[Not an exact match. From the sounds of it, Ken used his to heal battle wounds, which meant going into battle. But the way Ken spoke of it...his soul, his spirit, a manifestation of something from his being.
It wasn't too unlike meteors and penguins, right?]
A different variation of it, but if it comes from Ken-kun's spirit, then we have nothing to fear.
[A hand drifts up to place itself on Kidou's shoulder, attempting to be reassuring. There's still a nervous ball in his stomach, but the fact that it's a fake gun has settled that some.
But like Kidou, he can't shake the feeling of...not exactly liking the implications of where this is going.]
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[In Ken's tone, there's no ridicule, judgment, or even amusement. It's warm and reflects the understanding that he's shown them since the first day he met them, and this time it comes from his years of living with this power. It's a scary power, a scary method of activating it, and that's the fact of it.]
I know it's not a friendly method. It's why I wanted to warn you. And why I want you guys to see and know beforehand, so if anything happens I need to use this power you know that it's me.
[Ken doesn't like saying frightening things like this, but he'd rather them be prepared, even if he has to be the "bad guy." Even if they might not see him the same because of this. But he keeps smiling, tilting his head in what can be read as a sheepish way.]
Well, that... and the honest truth is, I do want to help you guys out with your soccer, too. It's the least I could do.
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