'With this I can work with the coach and design ideal training plans for our players.'
Ken's head was instantly filled with fanciful ideas of building up a professional squad out of a High School team.
Of course not all the players had the potential to be pro's, but that didn't mean they couldn't be good enough to win nationals.
"Arghh I'm fired up!"
This time, Ken seemed to have forgotten it was currently 12am and his mother was sleeping. He paled when he suddenly heard the footsteps of his mother thundering towards his room.
'Oh crap…'
He heard the door creak open slowly, feeling a dark aura pour in through the doorway.
"Kennnnnyyyyy~" The voice of his mother sounded like a ghoul, causing the hairs on his body to stand up.
Ken gripped his bedsheets up to his chin, fear evident in his features.
"M-M-Mom I'm sorry! I got too caught up read—"
"GO TO SLEEP!"
"EEK"