The Japanese team alighted from the bus, walking into the familiar tunnels on their way to the locker rooms. Since they were the 2nd game of the day, they happened to pass the Mexican team who were just leaving.
The two teams were silent, yet some of the Mexican players had smirks on their faces. They knew that the Japanese would have a tough opponent today and it looked like they were waiting for their failure.
After all, Japan had gone undefeated so far in the World Cup, just like the United States.
Some people believed that this game was a sneak peak at what would eventually become the finals match in a few days time.
"Buena suerte"
"Gracias"
Surprisingly it was Kuro who answered, bowing slightly to the player who had said something in his native language.
"Eh?"
The Japanese players were burning with curiosity. Did Kuro know how to speak Spanish? How? Or perhaps the better question was, why?