In the Nightside Mansion.
The front door opened, and two individuals with fatigued faces entered the mansion.
They were pair of black-haired young man and woman with expensive-looking suit and dress.
Ichiro took off his shoes and started walking towards the stairs with only his socks.
Azura also took off her shoes, which fitted her dress nicely. She quickly followed behind Ichiro, with her eyes barely staying open.
*Cough*
But, before they were able to reach the stairs, a loud cough came from the living room.
They turned their heads and saw Alena and Abyss sitting.
Alena had rosy cheeks with embarrassment visible on her face, while Abyss looked confused and wondering why did they leave somewhere so early with fancy-looking dresses and suits.
Azura's sleepiness disappeared, and she shyly stood still while trying to not look at her mother in the eye.
Ichiro was rubbing his eyes, almost falling asleep while standing.
''Where did you two go?'' Abyss asked with crossed arms.
''We went for breakfast.'' Ichiro cooked up a quick lie, while Azura nodded with a smile.
''Hmm...'' Abyss narrowed his eyes and felt suspicious.
Alena then interrupted, before Abyss finds out, ''Y-You two wake up so early, so you two must be tired.''
''Hmm...'' Abyss felt even more suspicious.
Azura nodded and quickly dragged Ichiro to the upstairs.
They went to Ichiro's bedroom and lied down on the bed, and it didn't take long for them to fall asleep.
They were rudely woken up because their time was up on the love hotel, and were forced to leave.
Ichiro wanted to prolong the stay, but they were still kicked out because they had to clean the room for the next customers, which arrives later on that day.
Azura, without caring about shyness anymore, took off her dress and hugged Ichiro with only her bra and panties left.
Ichiro was too lazy to take off his clothes and decided to sleep without any care in the world.
Two individuals soon fell into a deep slumber.
...
In the High School of Fighting.
Even though it is a holiday, certain school never rests.
Three figures were training while a muscular man was instructing them.
They were Michael, Sariel, Rafael, and Giron.
The Martial Club building was partially empty, with few students who live in dormitories coming here to do their daily training sessions.
That was the same case with these Three Kings and Giron, who lives close to the school, and he has only one dream left.
To become the champions of Battle of Countries.
High School of Fighting never managed to become champions during his stay there, and everyone is starting to lose their trust in him; it doesn't matter if he is Martial King, as long he can't train the students to become champions, he is useless.
His face showed his seriousness as he instructed and told every single mistake the three Kings made.
They had never seen Giron so serious before; he has, of course, been serious during training sessions, but never of this caliber.
Michael took a heavy breath and slammed his leg into the wooden torso of the training dummy, but that was enough to crush the training dummy into pieces!
Giron nodded at the sight, but he still gave instructions, ''Your attack lost its speed because of bad footwork, fix it ASAP.''
Michael wiped his sweat and nodded weakly.
Giron grabbed his phone and looked at Ichiro's phone number. He has barely gone to school after the end of the Battle of Cities, and that has both worried many, and some simply felt annoyed because of his privileges.
No one says a thing if Ichiro skips school because he has earned that right, but if he starts becoming weaker and isn't any help to the High School of Fighting... There is a chance of Ichiro failing his grade or getting sent to the Secondary High School of Fighting.
There have been rumors about Ichiro being simply way too injured from the fight against Avery and that he is a cripple. There are hundreds of different rumors, but the most common is Ichiro being weaker than before.
The principal has anxiously tried to get the truth of these rumors, but Ichiro had vanished to somewhere, but yesterday there have been sightings of him in the entertainment district.
Giron hearing those news, was terrified. The students who go to the entertainment district are usually hooligans and delinquents; there were also rumors of a person who looks terrifyingly similar with Ichiro entering a Love Hotel with someone.
'You better be in your top shape...' Giron, with a shaky finger, pressed a call button and put the phone on his ear.
*Ring*
He heard the ringing sound and waited anxiously for another 10 seconds until the phone call connected.
''... Whose this?'' The first thing he heard was a very exhausting voice like the person hadn't slept the whole night.
Giron paled and thought about the worst. He always knows about Ichiro's obsession with Martial Arts, and that was what he liked about him, but currently, he sounds like someone who was drinking the whole night and is currently having a hangover.
''Ichiro,'' Giron said with a solemn tone.
The phone went silent until the voice's tone changed, ''Coach?''
''Ichiro, I think you need to visit the school,'' Giron said and turned his head towards five men who were wearing black suits. They had been here since morning, trying to force Giron to call for Ichiro and ask him to come to the school.
''Why?'' Ichiro asked with his tiredness slowly disappearing.
The five men with black suits were sitting in chairs with clipboards in their hands. They were recording everything they were seeing and how other Kings were doing.
Giron sighed and whispered, ''It's better to come... There are people who want to see you... They are here to see how you and other Kings are doing and if even one of you is unsatisfactory... It won't be good.''
The phone call went quiet, but soon he heard the sound of footsteps and the voice of a young woman saying something, which he couldn't completely understand.
'Is he really on Love Hotel with someone else right now?! I thought he was together with Azura?!' Giron almost fainted and felt like punching Ichiro into oblivion.
''I am coming..'' He heard Ichiro's powerful tone filling absolute confidence, but then the call disconnected, leaving dumbfounded Giron alone.
