In the Martial Arts Building of High School of Flower.
It was total silence, except the painful grunts of two young men.
The audience was shocked and couldn't help but admit that the winner has been decided.
But, Petter looked unwilling to declare the winner. He scratched his wrists with his long nails, making a drop of blood to start dripping down, but he didn't care and kept scratching.
At this point, he realized what he had done. Yelling at Sami and he was the reason why Onni was currently lying as unconscious.
He felt the piercing stares on his back, and he knew that his life was over.
All because of a single person... He hatefully raised his head and looked at Ichiro with such hate that it could not be described with mere words.
But, surprisingly, Ichiro looked straight at him with his grey eyes that had a tinge of coldness.
Petter instantly felt his body going stiff and cold. Looking at Ichiro's eyes, he knew that if he didn't announce the winner of the match soon, he would be in a world of pain, where he won't recover from!
He stopped scratching and slowly raised his right arm with a pale and unwilling look, ''M-Match over!''
Once the audience heard him, they sighed and felt unlucky that their team had to fight against a force of nature like Ichiro.
''W-Winner is Team Arya!'' Once he managed to utter those words, he dropped down on his seat with an exhausted look.
Patti, Hessu, Antti, and Antero cheered loudly, finally managing to let out their frustration.
Lauri stopped trying to stand up and laid flat on the ground; he heard the incoming footsteps, most likely coming from the nurses and doctors, who were stationed in their school.
''Sssssss...'' Sami took a deep breath and felt like pulling his hair out because of the pain he was in.
Soon, the doctors and nurses appeared and took them away to get treated.
The Mayor of the City of Architecture left without saying anything; it was obvious that he was displeased.
The Principal of High School of Flower scratched his bald head, ''Damn it!'' He stood up and left the building as well, running after the Mayor, hoping to fix the strained relationship.
Ichiro was still standing in the middle of the arena, but soon he turned around and slowly walked away.
Once he reached the bottom of the stairs, he was greeted by an excited group.
''Good job!'' Hessu said energetically.
Ichiro nodded and sat down on the chair. He was instantly offered a towel, which he grabbed and wiped his face, even though he wasn't sweating at all.
Not in the match or after.
It clearly told about his dominance during the match.
Patti looked around the building and saw most of the audience members had left. He expected the victory to feel better, but without a home crowd, it leaves a bitter taste on the mouth.
''Coach, when is the plane leaving?'' Ichiro asked,
He wants to leave this place as soon as possible.
''Tomorrow, we scheduled it,'' Patti replied.
''Do you have tickets for me?'' Ichiro asked and put the towel back down to the seat.
''Ah, yes!'' Patti nodded vigorously, ''We bought one extra, just in case, and now it came to use.''
''Good.'' Ichiro stood up and said, ''Let's leave before trouble comes.''
''Trouble?'' Patti tilted his head and didn't know what Ichiro meant, but they followed him and went to the locker room to get their clothes.
Inside the locker room.
''I can't actually believe we won,'' Antti whispered to his twin brother Antero, who was injured but still brimming with energy.
Antero nodded with disbelief and glanced at Ichiro, who was taking off his shirt.
No one in the City of Architecture knows Ichiro's real age, but they do.
How could they not?
It wasn't that far away since Ichiro was fighting in the Middle School tournament, and he managed to fight with Slych till the very end.
It was clear that he was only a Martial Leader back then, but now...
His strength had jumped over many ranks. He was perhaps already in the realm, which was unachievable by them without a lucky chance.
Ichiro took off the fighting uniform and put on the previous outfit he used.
Once he and the rest of the young men were ready, they left the locker room and the building.
Outside the building, a bright blue sky greeted them.
Ichiro looked around the yard and saw many unfriendly gazes locked at them. There was still a crowd of spectators leaving the school with their own kids, but there were few unfriendly-looking people around that weren't very pleased to see Arya's teams as victors.
One of them was a group fully dressed in black suits and black masks that covered the lower half of their faces.
They were sitting on benches that resembled of park's benches. Their creepy eyes were scanning Arya's team from head to bottom, and they had no ideas how they managed to win!
They weren't watching the match because they knew that it was impossible for Damio to lose, but then they heard from their superiors of Arya's Government that their team won, even though they were supposed to lose with their trash team!
The leading person of this group is a person called Wolf. He had dark black hair with equally dark eyes and a black suit that covered every part of his body and black gloves that covered the rest of his skin.
He knew who was supposed to fight in Arya's team, and he saw someone who wasn't in the line-up. His face became cold as he saw an unknown young man standing with Team Arya.
He didn't know who he was, but he had a hunch that he was the reason for this!
Damio winning was necessary for a certain deal to be made between their Continents, but now it was ruined!
Ichiro turned around to see everyone looking at him with questioning looks.
''Can you give me the hotel address? I will see you guys there.'' He put his hand forwards and saw Patti quickly writing it down before handing over a piece of paper.
''W-Where are you going now?'' Patti asked and warily looked around the yard; he had a feeling that they weren't exactly welcomed in Damio anymore.
''Sightseeing.'' Ichiro replied, ''You guys should go.''
Patti nodded and left in a hurry with the young men.
Ichiro cracked his neck and turned around to look at the men in black suits.. A smile appeared on his face as he started walking towards them.
