2026-07-19, 05:27 PM - Word count:
I mentally prepare myself to see what bizarre conspiracy about the league Okada has today as I sit down for our weekly meeting. Instead of coming in swinging words, he quietly sits down and places an extra energy drink down in front of me with a grin. I look at it, then back at him, just seeing that same cat that got the canary grin that he gives when he thinks he's the smartest person in the room.
"Okay, what's the catch?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"We are in third place," he says with a note of confidence.
"Yes, you are. The team's been playing fairly well the last few matches... aside from the match against AS Paris, but then again, everyone's having trouble with them."
I see his grin falter a little bit when it comes to the mention of the AS Paris match, a 6-1 drubbing at the hands, or rather, feet, of the top team in Division 1. Despite how the grin slipped, it came right back into place.
"We're in third place, so that means your little ploy didn't work."
"My ploy? Me?" I ask incredulously, pointing at myself.
"Yes, you. You work for the league. And the league, it's a conspiracy to get us relegated. It's not working; we're better than you thought, even with a ton of rookies."
There it was. There was the conspiracy.
"Okay, yet again, Kaz, I don't work for the league; I work for... okay, I don't work for anyone; I'm doing this for free, but I want to see you succeed; it's actually better for me if you do. So I'm glad you're enjoying yourself."
He heads toward the door, dramatic ass he is. "I'll show you, I'll show everyone."
I mutter under my breath. "Show everyone your yellow card collection, you mean."
"Okay, what's the catch?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"We are in third place," he says with a note of confidence.
"Yes, you are. The team's been playing fairly well the last few matches... aside from the match against AS Paris, but then again, everyone's having trouble with them."
I see his grin falter a little bit when it comes to the mention of the AS Paris match, a 6-1 drubbing at the hands, or rather, feet, of the top team in Division 1. Despite how the grin slipped, it came right back into place.
"We're in third place, so that means your little ploy didn't work."
"My ploy? Me?" I ask incredulously, pointing at myself.
"Yes, you. You work for the league. And the league, it's a conspiracy to get us relegated. It's not working; we're better than you thought, even with a ton of rookies."
There it was. There was the conspiracy.
"Okay, yet again, Kaz, I don't work for the league; I work for... okay, I don't work for anyone; I'm doing this for free, but I want to see you succeed; it's actually better for me if you do. So I'm glad you're enjoying yourself."
He heads toward the door, dramatic ass he is. "I'll show you, I'll show everyone."
I mutter under my breath. "Show everyone your yellow card collection, you mean."
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