Fukuda Kicchou sneered. His pride began to stir, and a fierce refusal to lose surged up within him. He was actually supposed to take orders from some first-year brat!
He made up his mind. Once he met this Chi Tong, he would have to test him.
What gave that guy the right to be captain?
As usual, Chi Tong arrived at Lingnan High School's Basketball Gym after classes. The instant he pushed open the door, he sensed something unusual. A strange presence hung in the air. His gaze swept across the court like a blade and immediately locked onto the extra figure—Fukuda Kicchou.
The other boy was bent over tying his shoelaces. He had just changed into his uniform and had clearly arrived only moments ago.
The instant Chi Tong's gaze settled on Fukuda Kicchou, Fukuda Kicchou suddenly stiffened all over. A chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head without warning, as though someone had breathed cold air against the back of his neck. He shuddered violently, his back tightening at once, even his breath pausing for a beat.
He lifted his head, and his gaze collided with the crimson figure at the doorway.
Backlit by the sun, that crimson figure stood silently and perfectly still. His short red hair burned like flame, while his mismatched eyes—one gold, one red—glimmered with the luster of a soaring legend amid the shifting light and shadow.
Sunlight slanted in from behind him, tracing a silhouette woven from gold and crimson, as if all the light in the gymnasium had poured down for him alone.
For that instant, Fukuda Kicchou's mind seemed to go blank, and an absurd illusion rose within him.
He suddenly felt that the one standing before him was not a person, but