The Rise of the Iron Wall!

Chapter 305: Shohei High’s Situation

Meanwhile, in another hotel quite far from where Hakodate Nishi stayed, the early morning there was quite festive. It was the time when most of the people there had just woken up, and yet, the sound of music could be heard trying to destroy everyone’s eardrums. Somehow, the building even shook slightly at the soundwave, which was quite an impressive feat considering most of the buildings in the country were designed to survive a heavy earthquake.

The culprit himself didn’t feel like he was doing wrong here. No, the boy was still busy jamming with the song, having his head bobbing up and down following the rhythm.

"I! Become so numb~ I can’t feel you there!"

"Become so tired! So much more aware~!"

"I’m becoming this~ All I want to do!"

"Is be more like me! And be less like you!"

Some of the boys with the red tracksuit just looked at each other helplessly, watching as the room was turned into hell by their eccentric senpai.

"...Should we stop him?" One of them asked hesitantly.

"And risking your life to stop his morning concert? No way in hell I would do that!" The other boy just rolled his eyes sarcastically. "Also, the hotel itself doesn’t seem to mind, so why would we be troubled here?"

The others just had the corner of their mouth twitching madly at that. "Of course, no one complained! He rents the whole fucking hotel for ourselves, you know that, right?!"

Those boys were Shohei High’s players, and right now, they were just resigning to their fate, waiting outside with the earplugs as their senpai, their captain, their best player, was still having his morning ritual. Honestly, if they didn’t know any better, they would’ve thought that their captain was trying to call Mister Satan himself with his screeching voice.

Of course, the culprit here was none other than Hiroki Kawabe, the second-best player in the country right now.

It took a while, but after waiting for more than ten minutes, the door finally opened, revealing a man with a weird curly Mohawk being topless while also sweating all over his body, definitely a strange sight considering how cold it was in January. The boy seemed to be surprised when he saw people standing in front of the door, and he couldn’t help but grin at the thought flashing in his head.

"Oh, are ye finally starting to appreciate my... Metal?! Come on, join me on the dark side, Brothers!" He said it with a weird accent, hugging one of the boys on the shoulder creepily.

The rest of the boys there shuddered instantly, shaking their heads in panic. "No, no, no! Don’t mind us, Senpai; we are too young to do that!" One of them smiled so stiffly. There was no way in hell they would join whatever satanic ritual that Kawabe did inside the room!

"Tch, a bunch of cowards, ye guys." Kawabe clicked his tongue in annoyance. He put a casual shirt quickly, then followed with his chains, skull rings, and several other accessories that made the others gulp nervously before finishing it with a strawberry-flavored lollipop, acting as if it was a cigarette. "So, what are ye doing here? The old man asks ye to call me?" He asked snarkily.

"Uh... Yeah, Saburo-sensei is asking you to come; he has something to discuss." One of them rubbed his back awkwardly as he relayed the information.

"Tch! That old geezer, always ruining the party!" He cursed. "Then, what are ye waiting for?! Let’s fucking go!"

Soon enough, they arrived at a room where all the Shohei High students gathered. There, the moment Kawabe showed himself, the old man who stood on the front had his face darkened, his temper flaring up.

"KAWABE! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO LOWER THE VOLUME?!" He roared furiously.

"Tch, keep yer pants on, Old Man. Ye are louder than all of my morning session jam, ye know?" The boy rubbed his ears annoyedly.

The old man’s face was so pale as if his blood was rising again. The rest of the players just went quiet, trying their best not to hear anything. It was a normal occasion for their captain and head coach to bicker like this, and the less involved they were, the better the punishment would be.

"Okay, enough, you two! You are already adults, how could you still act like a child? You both are embarrassing!" Suddenly, a girl, around 17 with a ponytail, interrupted them with a glare. That was the team’s manager, the senior-year student, Sakura Aizawa. "You too, Hiroki! Why are you always provoking Sensei like that?!" She had both hands on her hips, looking at her friend in dissatisfaction.

"Ah... Well, it is not my fault that the old geezer always calls me at the wrong time!" The boy pointed at his coach childishly, trying to shift the blame away from him.

"Who the hell are you calling the old geezer, Brat?!"

"Who else?!"

"ENOUGH!" This time, Sakura raised her voice, stopping them both from any more childish conflict here. "We are here to talk about our next opponent, so let’s try to be adults here. You don’t want to lose against Hiroshi-kun and the twins in the next game, right?"

The last question was enough to make all the playfulness in this room disappear. After all, even though they all came from different middle schools, most of them here were top prospects during their time, but they all knew the biggest wall that always blocked their way to reach the top. Well, two, to be more exact.

First was Hiroki Kawabe, and the second was Hiroshi Tsuburaya.

Both were crazy talented players, both came from the same middle school, and both dominated the whole prefectural tournament for so many years. The only regret that Saitama’s supporters had was probably that they had never seen their twin stars dominating the entire tournament. There would always be some problem every year, leading them to only reach the quarter-finals as their best achievement.

Now, the genius player would come to them as another wall to get through again, and somehow, they couldn’t help but get excited. Of course, none of them reacted as big as Kawabe, as a crooked smile formed on the boy’s face.

"So, this is going to be our first encounter against each other, huh? This is going to be interesting, Roshi..."