House of Cards

It was about time the match started. Would it work? Shouji and Koushi had contemplated on their stunt foe a while now. Until now, they had been looking for someone who could score a goal accurately. Nevan was surprisingly good at that.

"Let's take that formation." Koushi told his two companion with a nervous glance. His heart was thumping as if he had just run a marathon. He was below the red line, just like a few others from their team. He could not afford to lose here.

"What?" It was Ichiro who had heard them talk and inquired. But telling them was not necessary. They could make this work, nonetheless. And the less people knew, the better, hopefully.

He quickly shook his head. "Nothing, don't worry."