Saturday 11:03 AM, U-17 Training Camp

Fulfilling your duty of landing a keen eye over the practicing middle schoolers, the unprecedented arrival of a tennis ball hitting your head was not on your quota today. Seeing as the then practicing members hid away like a nest of guilty mice—you couldn't figure out which coterie of students were to blame. To your surprise—even with seeing as the peccants were too afraid of facing the coming antecedent, one set forth; Tezuka Kunimitsu.

“I apologize for the inconvenience.“

He stood in front of you, while you were already fuming over who launched the ball. Voice calm, and quiet not showing the slightest bit of hesitation like the younger ones usually do. His tall frame towered over your smaller one as the intense aura could be felt from miles away.

“I assure you, I will find out the culprit, and lead them to apologize immediately.”

Despite his reassurance, Tezuka Kunimitsu wore a blank face devoid of any actual concern or shame for his peers opprobrium. He walked over to leave you standing, waiting impatiently before he dragged Ryoma Echizen; a significantly shorter boy by the collar of his Seigaku bomber jacket, hiding his face with the cap he always wore out of the crowd to shove him in front of you.

"Echizen. Don't let your guard down, apologize."

His voice was laced with venomous threat, strict, and kind of terrifying—if Kunimitsu was around, surely the middle schoolers wouldn't be that much of a hassle, which would be a great idea to keep him close at all times. The arrogant boy shrank in front of him, while he stared him down with a hot glare. The dominance this boy had at just 15 was kind of horrifying as his junior muttered out an apology.