Hi guys...I've wanted to write this fic for a long time now, but alas, college apps sucked all my strength, so I've actually...

...only finished one page of it. But I thought if I don't post it now, it'll never be done and...yeah. So here is my prologue.

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Prologue

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On a warm and sunny day, a group of young boys made their way to an empty, grassy field besides a large, corporate building. Leading the pack of eleven-year-olds was Nakatsu Shuichi, respected senior at Osaka Gakuen, twirling a soccer ball at his fingertips.

With the hot sun beating mercilessly on his light brown hair, Nakatsu fervently wished to be in his dorm room, playing video games or, once again, lamenting over the loss of the love of his life—Ashiya Mizuki. But somehow or other, he had been wheedled into giving his nephew and his nephew’s group of friends a soccer lesson.

And so the peaceful Sunday morning was spent at the empty field amidst sweat, running, and childish glee.

At some time between nine and ten, the group of soccer boys gained a mysterious spectator. The man wore a crisp business suit—an attire that seemed to clash with his young appearance—and held a large bottle of soy milk. The boys failed to notice him at first, but after awhile, the spectator made his presence known with raucous, but sincere, cheering.

“Bravo! Kon kon!” he shouted.

Nakatsu contemplated shooing the noisy man away, but decided it was too much trouble, and really, the man didn’t do any harm. So practice continued until the sun shined high over everyone’s heads and the rowdy youngsters dropped to the grass in exhaustion.

After the little boys caught their breaths a bit, the childish voice of Nakatsu’s nephew piped up and asked, “Nakatsu-nii-chan, how far can you kick the ball?”

Nakatsu, standing up from the grass, lifted his lips into a proud smirk.

“Really far.”

“But how far?” the little boy persisted.

Nakatsu placed the soccer ball down and responded somewhat pompously, “I’ll show you. Watch the leading soccer player of Osaka Gakuen, and learn.”

The little boys recovered from their exhaustion immediately and broke into boisterous cheers. Strangely, the mysterious spectator chose to remain silent at this time, but no one really cared.

Nakatsu took a few steps back from the plastic sphere, galloped towards it, and sent the ball flying…

…and flying…

…and flying……….

The little boys watched in awe as the ball sailed in a beautiful, high arc…

The seconds seemed to pass slowly in the brilliance of the moment, until…

A resounding crash shattered the silence.

It would seem that the ball had crashed through a window on the highest floor of the tall building adjacent to the grassy field.

For a few seconds, everyone—Nakatsu included—simply gaped. The extraordinary had happened. Well, the extraordinary nightmare. No one could quite find the sounds to express his dismay.

Except for the mysterious spectator, who at this moment, started shouting, “Suugoi! Akira shock!,” while clapping noisily.

The spectator’s odd cheers seemed to wake Nakatsu from his dazed stupor. The latter yelled a loud oh crap before darting to the entrance of the corporate building. The little boys, as well as the spectator, silently watched the teenager run off in confusion, but Nakatsu already forgot all about them.

With the speed that the star player of Osaka Gakuen should have, Nakatsu sprinted up the steps of the building to large glass doors.
Had he taken the chance to look, he would’ve noticed a large sign at the front of the building that read:

Kusano Corporation.