Welcome back to the new chapter! Jeez, surprised no one got on my case for not uploading earlier, even though I've crossed my two weeks mark... I appreciate it though, my test week starts in two days so I'm crazy busy!

Hope you all liked the fluffiness of the last chapter, cuz there's a loooot of torture in here MUHAHAHA- 

I mean, hope y'all enjoy the chappie!

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Accidental Reverse Arc 3

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Tenma doesn't even bother to hide his cheeky grin when both Tsurugi and Shindou don't move to go back to training after their impromptu break and instead join the brunet on the grass in front of the bench. Both teens seem to be taking the effort to ignore how said brunet is still eating his 'mayo'.

''Keshin Charging,'' says Tsurugi, not beating around the bush. ''You said you'd teach me.''

The time traveller nods cheerfully. ''I did!'' he agrees, scooping some more mayo-slash-vanilla-pudding on his spoon, to the barely hidden disgust of his two friends.

''Are you... sure it's a good idea to be eating that?'' asks Shindou skeptically. ''You're still recovering.''

Tenma raises an eyebrow. ''And yet here you two are, asking me to demonstrate a so far unknown Keshin technique.'' Immediately the two blanch and the brunet smiles reassuringly. ''Don't worry, I'll be alright.'' Their looks clearly state they don't believe that, and he sighs. ''I won't call forth my Keshin unless either of you give me permission?''

They think over that offer for a few moments and share a look.

Tsurugi's raises an eyebrow in question, should we?

A sigh is his answer. As if we can stop him.

It's then that they notice the brunet's grin and twin glares are shot at him. Tenma holds up his hands in the universal 'I-surrender' sign, but doesn't try to hide his amusement. ''Alright,'' he says, lowering his hands and getting comfortable on the grass. ''Well, prepare for theory lesson, because there's no way I'm going to let you try this without knowing everything you need.''

If they're taking aback by his sudden change in demeanor, neither of them show it, instead becoming just as serious as their wayward time traveler. If there's anything they've learnt from him, after all, it's that Keshin energy is not something to play around with.

''The Keshin you have seen so far are what I call 'Keshin Projections'. It's the easiest and therefore most stable way to materialize a Keshin,'' begins the brunet. ''It's also the weakest, because of that. However, once someone has full control off their Keshin, it's possible to specify the purpose you want to use it for. Attacking, for example, with a Keshin shot. That's one of the easiest ways to 'specify' the Keshin Projections, but not the only one – as far as I'm aware, there are three separate forms of Keshin uses.''

''Wait a minute,'' interrupts Shindou, ''three?''

At the brunet's nod, the other two stare at him.

Tsurugi is the first to find his voice again. ''And you know this... how?''

When Tenma meets his gaze, there's no sign of joking. ''I mastered them, of course.'' Both his friends fall silent and any thoughts are kept hidden when the brunet continues with his explanation. ''I'm willing to teach you, but only one at a time and only if you do as I say and don't start experimenting yourselves.''

Well, at least they can agree to that.

Seeing as they are taking him seriously, Tenma finally allows a small smile to filter through. ''First lesson!'' he says, and he would've clapped if it weren't for the still-healing cuts on his palms. ''Do not ever try and force a Keshin into something. Keshin are not just a random energy that happens to be slumbering inside random people! Officially it's 'the ability to show your spiritual power and manipulate it' and stuff, but what is really important is that it's not the same for everyone.''

(Apparently they don't appreciate dramatic pauses, if their impatient looks are any indication. Surprising, coming from the drama family.)

''That's why everyone has a different Keshin. It's influenced by your personality and therefore, it's not just energy, it's something more like a... part of yourself that has grown more pronounced.'' Tenma continues like that for a while, the other two listening with rapt attention to the future knowledge – soccer really has improved with Gouenji as Chairman of the Japan Youth Soccer Association. ''Basically,'' he finishes in the end, ''the most important part is, your Keshin is a fundamental part of yourself, not just an energy source to be used to your own liking. Respect it, or it will cost you dearly.''

(Well, sort of. 'Basic' three years from now, at least.)

From there on, he moves onto the first Keshin Projection – Keshin Charging – and explains it, until both Shindou and Tsurugi are confident enough to give it a try.

The brunet merely smiles at their determination.

You have a mischievous streak a mile wide, young one.

'Oh shush you. Don't pretend you won't enjoy seeing Lancelot and Maetro be ''less-than-perfect'' for once.'

If he could see Pegasus now, the Keshin would surely be pouting. Tenma hides a grin at that – the rivalry between those three is hilarious.

Meanwhile, the brunet takes a seat on the bench, finally able to continue eating his pudding without having to be part of a conversation, and prepares for the show.

Said show seems to be a short practice match between Raimon's team split in two. It starts up easily enough and the team is as harmonized as always, but they also realize that right now, this is mostly for the benefit of their captain and ace striker, so it doesn't take long for the ball to be passed to Tsurugi.

The forward dribbles towards the goal, orange eyes narrowed in concentration. ''Sword Saint Lancelot!'' his Keshin shapes behind him and a frown pulls at his features as he swings an arm out. ''Charging!''

Tenma tilts his head and smiles. ''Fail.'' The three managers on the bench with him shoot him looks at the single word, but don't question it in favor of keeping their eyes on the other first-year.

Lancelot seems to shimmer and then fades to a cloud of indigo, swirling around Tsurugi. He grits his teeth and a bead of sweat rolls down his face as he directs it towards the ball. The energy lashes out in the right direction, but that's all it does. It swirls around the ball uselessly and the forward seems to be losing his control over his Keshin, and, just as Tenma predicted, it takes only a few seconds for the energy to spiral out of control.

It whirls around faster, too fast for Tsurugi to get his grip back, and it dissipates outwards with enough force to knock the striker to the ground.

The brunet hides his smile and it doesn't take long for his friend to scramble to his feet, their little practice session continuing. This time, it's Shindou's turn, and he calls forth his Keshin with by-now practiced ease. ''Instrumentalist Maestro! Charging!''

''Fail.''

Shindou ends up on the ground much like Tsurugi before.

It continues like that for at least half an hour.

''Sword Saint Lancelot! Charging!''

''Fail.''

And again.

''Instrumentalist Maestro! Charging!''

''Fail.''

After what must've been the fourth or fifth time of both teens attempting and failing to control their loosened Keshin energy, Tenma pushes himself to his feet, stretching his arms above his head as he makes his way to the field. ''Alright, that's enough, you two!'' he calls and everyone pauses at the surprising amount of authority in his voice.

(One is not captain for a few years without knowing how to call attention to themselves when necessary, after all.)

Shindou wipes at the sweat gathered on his forehead, covered in dirt and grass and heaving for breath. ''What- what're we doing wrong?'' he asks between his pants, Tsurugi, in the same state, joining them.

''You forgot lesson one,'' states Tenma simply. At the confused looks shot his way, the brunet sighs. ''Permission to demonstrate, senpai?''

The game maker hesitates for a few moments, wiping at the sweat on his brow.

Seeing as everyone is waiting for an answer, he gives a careful nod, ready to interrupt the moment it seems his younger friend is putting too much strain on himself.

The team has gathered closer to their main trio, apparently all interested in seeing this show, whatever that'll be. Tenma pretends not to notice and doesn't even bother to hide his devious grin, causing his teammates to blanch because they know that look.

It's already too late to get away, though.

''Peg, if you would.''

And then indigo is suddenly swirling around all of them and all they can do is brace themselves in shock.

I am not your servant, little one.

Raimon collectively jumps in surprise at the sudden, deep voice that seems to be coming from all around them, startling when a familiar voice responds to the comment. ''Oh shush you.''

''Te-Tenma, where...?'' Shindou doesn't finish his sentence, instead staring at the world of indigo that stretches out all around them. It pulses with dark color, flashes of violet and red shooting through it here and there.

What might really be catching their attention, however, would probably be the Keshin flickering in and out of vision next to their wayward troublemaker.

Said troublemaker is grinning widely, ignoring the death glares shot his way for his little stunt, now that everyone seems to be more or less getting their composure back. Instead he gestures towards the figure next to him. ''Team, meet Demon God Pegasus. Peg, you already know my team.''

The Keshin inclines his head. That I do. Welcome, Raimon, and I would like to apologize for the trouble this one here has caused, he says, one hand ghosting over the brunet's head to indicate who ''this one'' is.

There's a long moment of silence.

And then a single, ''Tenma, what the actual fuck.''

~'0'~

'That could've gone better.'

Truly? I, personally, must admit that it went quite well.

Pegasus' amusement is clear.

The traitor.

Tenma is not pouting when he faces his team and, consequently, the glares they're shooting him.

After Kurama's oh-so-intelligent comment, and Sangoku's following scolding, both the brunet and his Keshin took turns explaining the situation and, with some extension, the mistake Tsurugi and Shindou both made. Those two, at least, seem to be too preoccupied with their newfound knowledge to be mad at the time traveler for his little stunt.

That doesn't mean the rest of the team isn't ready to be annoyed in their place, though.

''You just had to do that without warning, didn't you?'' asks Hayami dryly, too done to even be paranoid anymore. But, to be fair, after what happened just now...

(''What is this place?'' asked Amagi, ignoring Sangoku chewing out Kurama for cursing. ''Where are we?''

Pegasus answered that. I have taken the opportunity to portray part of your spiritual energy as a more or less stable image into an enlarged space of my usual residence when not being called upon.

That got a few blank stares.

Tenma rolled his eyes at his Keshin's cryptic words. ''Basically we're in my head.''

Kurama, in another show of astounding intelligence, completely ignored Sangoku's scolding from just a minute before to bring out another ''what the fuck'' that seemed to sum up most of his team's mutual ideas of the new situation.

Do not worry, spoke Pegasus solemnly, I am shielding you from any actual contact with his mind. I do not believe you would appreciate his insanity to spread to you more than it already has.

Another moment of silence.

Then Kariya snorted and it was the catalyst for the entire team to burst out into laughter, especially once Tenma's gaping expression registered in their minds.

The brunet flicked his gaze between his team and his Keshin for a few long seconds and then directed an insulted look at the being next to him. ''That is entirely inappropriate! You're my Keshin, you were created from my mind!''

Pegasus nodded, still solemn.

It is a burden most heavy to carry.

(Tenma, decidedly, hadn't appreciated that comment. Nor the fresh wave of laughter that followed when his own Keshin sassed him.))

''Yes,'' he says in response to Hayami's question.

More glares are shot his way.

''I feel dizzy,'' mutters Kariya as he covers his mouth, a sentiment apparently shared by most of them, and he seems a little green. ''Don't ever do that weird mind-projection-travel-y thing again.'' He falls down on the grass with a groan.

While at least half of Raimon tries to recover from their impromptu mind walk, Shindou and Tsurugi are off to the side to discuss the new explanation provided to them from both Pegasus and Tenma. The brunet himself has made himself comfortable on the ground and grins as he watches his seasick team.

(They're just so much fun to mess with.)

(As long as he's the one doing the messing, of course.)

The brunet is pulled away from his thoughts when someone sits down next to him, and his gaze flicks down at his new companion. ''Shinsuke?'' The small defender picks at the grass, not daring to look up, and it has Tenma straightening. A concerned frown pulls at his features. ''Hey, what's wrong?''

Finally, brown eyes meet his own, shooting down again immediately after. Shinsuke shrugs and mutters something inaudible. When he notices Tenma's silence, he looks up again and is met with a worried grey gaze.

It has the defender blushing in embarrassment.

''Y'know... during the- the Genei match, you just...'' he shrugs, pulling his knees up to his chest and resting his chin on them. ''You... mentioned me having a... a Keshin?'' It comes out as more of a question than an actual statement.

Tenma pauses and then grins.

''Oh yeah, you sure do, buddy,'' he says, relieved to find that it's not something else bothering his small friend. ''And let me guess, you want help training it?''

Shinsuke's blush only increases. ''Am I... am I that obvious?'' he mutters.

'Yes.'

''No, I just know you too well.'' No need to be the cause for more embarrassment, after all, and it seems to be working for the defender isn't as tense as before. ''I hope you've paid attention to what I told Shindou-senpai and Kyou-chan, because that's the easiest way of awakening your Keshin. That or being driven to the point of determination that will help you awaken it, but since we don't have a serious match until next week, I doubt that'll work.''

Shinsuke seems only more confused and the brunet snickers.

''Why don't you go see what Shindou-senpai and Kyou-chan are up to? Maybe they can help you.''

The small defender nods and quickly stands up, moving towards the two Keshin users. Tenma watches him go with a slight smile – of course, he could just tell all three of them the answer to the riddle, but the whole reason for there not being a 'How To Keshin Instruction Manual' is because they need to learn something from it.

You are just amusing yourself with watching your friends' confusion.

'Oh shush,' returns the brunet equally. 'Why aren't you sleeping anyway? That's all you seem to be doing lately anyway.'

Pegasus' presence echoes with amusement. I do believe someone else has need for me yet, young one.

Before Tenma can ask what that's supposed to mean, someone else falls down next to him and makes himself comfortable on the ground. When the brunet glances at his new companion, he grimaces – honestly, he was expecting this, but he still would've liked to not have to deal with this. Still, seeing the worry in his teammate's expression is enough for him to shift until he's fully facing him.

''Nishiki-senpai,'' he greets carefully.

The older player gives him an absent nod, chewing on his lower lip.

Really, it's clear what this is about.

Uncertainty crosses the other midfielder's face. ''Could we- talk?''

Tenma nods, any hint of a smile having disappeared, and waits.

Nishiki seems to be searching for words and although the brunet would start himself, he knows his friend well enough to be aware that he needs to say his part before he gets any response.

After an eternity, the older midfielder grimaces and seems to decide to just get it over with. ''Look- about what happened during the match against Kidokawa Seishuu, I... I wanted to talk to you about it, earlier, but then you were taken by those Fifth bastards and I just...'' he runs a hand through his hair, messing up his ponytail, but he doesn't seem to care. ''I guess I just wanted to say... I'm sorry. And I know you're gonna say it's fine,'' he adds, before the brunet can respond, ''but I just... I hate to think that it's my fault anyone on this team's hurt, y'know? So I... if there's anything I can do, to make it better or something, just... just let me know. Please.''

Tenma nods.

He can at least do that much.

It seems to be enough for now, at least, for Nishiki relaxes and almost seems to reach out to ruffle the brunet's hair. Then, however, he pauses. ''Probably shouldn't do that, huh?''

The time traveler frowns in confusion, but then it clicks, and he grimaces. Considering Pegasus' reaction to Maestro and Lancelot, the chance of Musashi getting the complete opposite reaction is not too unbelievable.

Nishiki forces a smile. ''Well, I should get back to training, then!'' he pushes himself to his feet and quickly leaves the brunet behind, instead joining in on the third-years' conversation a few ways away.

Tenma watches him go.

'I should probably do something about that, shouldn't I?'

Pegasus doesn't respond.

~'0'~

When Kidou finds them, Raimon has continued their training and it's almost time for lunch.

Something tells them their coach has been watching them for a lot longer, but no one says anything about it, and neither does the man confirm it. Instead he moves towards the bench quietly and sits down without saying a word. Seeing as he doesn't seem to be planning on interrupting their practice anytime soon, the soccer team quickly focuses back on their previous activities.

When he's sure everyone is preoccupied, the managers having started with preparing water bottles and towels for the team, Kidou finally speaks.

''Matsukaze,'' he says, and the brunet on the grass in front of the bench turns around and tilts his head. Kidou's expression is hidden behind his goggles. ''The team tells me you've had a Chained Keshin since before coming to Raimon.''

Tenma's eyebrows raise in surprise.

When did that happen?

Instead of asking that, he merely nods, slightly wary of where this is going.

Finally, Kidou's composure breaks, and his perfectly straight posture falters. He leans his elbows on his knees and massages his forehead with one hand wearily. ''Why didn't you tell anyone?'' he asks eventually, and it's quiet in a way that has Tenma do a double take.

For the first time in a while, the brunet doesn't know what to expect now.

So, in pure teenage fashion, he gives an uncomfortable shrug and averts his gaze.

''You could've trusted him.''

Tenma glances up and Kidou seems just as started at his own words as the brunet. Then his expression hardens. ''Endou. He cares about this team, he would do anything for it,'' he continues. ''You could've told him, but you didn't. Why not?''

You could've told me.

The time traveler straightens, frowning. Last time around, Kidou never took such an interest in Raimon's inner workings – of course, he was a good coach and did wonderful work, but the actual deep stuff was left to Endou, since it was supposed to be only a temporary solution.

But apparently, something has changed now.

Something that has caused Kidou to be more invested into the actual players and not just the revolution.

''I...'' the brunet pauses, not sure what to say now. ''I just... it didn't seem important at the time.''

Well, it's sort of the truth, because he has a feeling that saying he 'had it handled' won't go over well.

Kidou doesn't seem to be very happy with his current answer either. ''Your health wasn't important?'' he repeats. ''Am I to believe you knew what was going on and then still decided it 'wasn't important'? Because you wouldn't have known how to hide it otherwise.''

Tenma grimaces.

''Not like I did such a great job at hiding it anyway,'' he mutters, because really, both Endou and Sangoku noticed it in the end. Seeing as Kidou's frown has only grown at that comment, though, the brunet pushes the thought away. ''I knew,'' he confirms. ''I've seen it before. But we were supposed to fight Fifth Sector and we couldn't do that if everyone was distracted every time we faced a Keshin during a match.''

Whatever other questions Kidou may have had, he seems to be able to answer them on his own.

Still, he doesn't seem happy.

''If something like this happens again,'' he says, quietly, and then corrects himself, ''if anything happens, tell someone. Me or Endou, preferably. You may not know me well, but I am your coach. It is my job to make sure this team prospers, and that team includes you, Matsukaze.''

That's almost the end of it.

It would've been if it hadn't been for a certain interruption.

Ask him about Musashi, suggest Pegasus out of nowhere. He is a world-renowned strategist and he may know more.

There's no harm in trying, right?

''Actually, coach,'' starts Tenma, having made his decision, ''there is something...'' Kidou gestures for him to continue and the brunet takes a moment to sort his thoughts. ''It's just... Lancelot and Maestro are both reacting well to my Keshin now, but Nishiki-senpai's Keshin isn't. Is there... do you maybe...''

He doesn't even need to finish, for Kidou suddenly stands up and calls a pause to training. Raimon gathers around the bench, waiting for their coach's orders.

''It has come to my attention,'' starts the man, ''that Matsukaze's Chained Keshin reacts badly to some of this team's awakened Keshin. Is that right?'' his gaze flicks to Nishiki and the midfielder shrinks away. A hand on his shoulder has him shooting a grateful look at Kurumada, and then he faces Kidou again, nodding. ''Very well,'' continues the coach. ''I may have a solution to that.'' And now, he looks at Tenma, his gaze boring into the brunet's eyes. ''Although it will most certainly be painful.''

''I don't care.''

Kidou nods once, his lips curling up slightly. ''Good. Nishiki,'' and the midfielder straightens, ''we will need your help.''

The teen swallows, glancing at Tenma, and the younger midfielder smiles encouragingly. He takes a deep breath, clenching his fists for a second, and then nods. ''If- if it helps the team, I'll do it.''

And finally, Kidou smiles. ''Very well then. Meet here again after lunch.''

~'0'~

For lunch, they're joined by several of the Resistance members. Tenma easily recognizes them, fanboy that he is, and cheerfully beams at them. ''Good afternoon!''

They certainly seem taken aback by his happy demeanor, although they quickly return the greeting. Raimon, if they're surprised at their troublemaker's behavior, doesn't show it, instead easily falling into small talk with the older soccer players.

''Hello... Matsukaze-kun, right?''

Tenma nods at Hiroto as the redhead sits down next to him. ''Hello to you too, Kiyama-san,'' he chirps in return, reaching for an apple. ''And to you, Midorikawa-san,'' he adds, shooting the man on Hiroto's other side a smile. The greenhead nods and gives him a smile of his own.

''How are you feeling today, Matsukaze-kun?'' he asks. ''You weren't there for dinner yesterday.''

Tenma is slightly surprised at that comment, although not by much. ''I'm fine, thank you,'' he answers instead of mentioning that. ''Fuyuka-san did wonders.''

Conversation continues like that, making more small talk just like most others at the table, until eventually the subject turns to soccer. More specifically, their training for today. ''So, what have you been focusing on?'' asks Hiroto, drawing more people into their small talk.

''Keshin, mostly,'' answers Shindou, shooting Tenma a glare when the brunet suddenly lets loose a cackle. ''Oh shut up you. You're enjoying this way too much.''

Tsurugi's annoyed glance tells him he fully agrees with their strategist.

It only causes the time traveler to laugh harder.

Which, in turn, causes the adults to be confused. ''What happened?'' asks Tachimukai carefully from where he's sitting next to Shinsuke and Sangoku – seems like they're slowly introducing the small boy to a more permanent position as goalkeeper.

Shindou and Tsurugi quickly shut up, their twin glares warning Tenma not to reveal anything.

Therefore, they're surprised when a different voice pipes up. ''Oh, Shindou and Tsurugi just got too excited at the prospect of a new Keshin attack,'' grins Kirino, dodging an attempt from his best friend to slap him, and casually sips from his drink in the process, ''and completely discarded the apparent 'first lesson' Tenma has been stressing on the entire morning. Which, of course, resulted in them face planting. Several times.''

Put like that, several other members from the Raimon team can't keep their grins off their faces. It only gets worse when both Shindou and Tsurugi flush in embarrassment, the former shooting everyone a death glare and the latter seemingly to be cursing how easily his pale skin turns pink.

''And what are your plans for the rest of the day?'' asks Sakuma, clearly interested in the prospect of new Keshin moves. ''What was that technique called again... charging?''

Raimon shares a few looks.

Should we tell them? is the obvious question in Hamano's eyes as he raises both eyebrows.

Tsurugi shrugs. Might as well.

''Yeah,'' says Shindou, seeing as they unanimously agree with the decision, ''although I think we're... mostly going to focus on Tenma's Keshin.'' That certainly shifts the mood quickly and it has the teenagers glance around warily – clearly the Resistance has been discussing the sudden appearance of a Chained Keshin on the team. Seeing that, Raimon's captain adds in a slightly sharper voice, ''coach Kidou said he may have a way to help, at least a bit.''

There's an almost unnoticeable tensing amongst the Resistance's members, although Kidou himself continues eating like nothing is the matter.

Tenma raises an eyebrow and shares a look with Shindou.

Seems like the game maker has noticed it too.

''You... mentioned something about that, yes,'' says Sakuma vaguely, glancing at Teikoku's official commander.

There's a clear moment of hesitation.

''Mind... mind if we come watch, too?'' asks Tachimukai after a moment. ''We may be able to give some tips, and I'd like to help Shinsuke-kun practice as a goalkeeper. I'm sure it'd help him decide if he wants to make a position switch.'' The small boy seems a little bit nauseous at that thought, but puts his fears aside in order to nod, attempting a shaky smile for the young man next to him.

''That seems okay,'' answers Shindou after a moment, speaking up for his team as captain. ''Any help is welcome.''

~'0'~

That is why, half an hour later, Raimon is joined by several of the Resistance's members when they return to practice. Both Midorikawa and Hiroto decided to come along, just like Tachimukai. Sakuma, unfortunately, had to excuse himself for other duties, but surprisingly Kudou joins them – probably heard about the joint session from Teikoku's temporary commander, since their ex-coach wasn't present during dinner.

Apparently, no one cares about getting their clothes dirty, even though they're all wearing formal clothing.

''Kidou, you joining in too?'' calls Hiroto, grinning at his friend.

The coach glances at him from where he's standing by the bench and doesn't react for a long while. The teens gathered are certain he'll refuse, when the man surprises them by shrugging off his coat and loosening his tie. He strolls onto the field even as he rolls up his sleeves. ''Think you can beat me?'' he calls, grinning sharply.

Hiroto takes off his jacket, clearly ready for a challenge, when Midorikawa comes between them. ''Gentlemen,'' he says, smiling placatingly although there's a clear warning in his eyes, ''we are here to help train Raimon, not to bicker like little children.''

Kudou grumbles something that sounds suspiciously much like ''they are little children'', but when the teenagers closest to him glance at him, the man is as aloof as always.

''Alright!'' Tachimukai claps loudly, catching all their attention. ''I suggest I'll work with Sangoku-kun and Shinsuke-kun on goalkeeper skills, while you four,'' here he shoots a look at his former teammates and coach, ''figure out how to best help everyone else. Is that alright?''

At the nods his friends give him, the man turns towards his two new charges and smiles as he takes them to one half off the field. Everyone knows the goal there will most likely be unavailable for the rest of the afternoon.

''Very well,'' says Kidou, taking charge since he's Raimon's official coach. ''I'll be working with Matsukaze on his Keshin and I'll be needing Nishiki, Tsurugi and Shindou's help,'' he says. ''Looking over the team stats, I've decided your stamina training has paid off enough for now. Instead I want to see just how much you've improved. You'll be split in two groups and focus on either speed or technique. Kudou-san, could you handle the latter?'' at the man's nod, Kidou glances at his two former teammates. ''And you two, could you handle the speed training?''

Hiroto nods, while Midorikawa crosses his arms thoughtfully. ''Mind if I help you, instead? I've been studying Keshin quite intensely lately, so I might be able to help.''

If Kidou is surprised, he doesn't show it in favor of separating the leftover Raimon players into two groups and dividing them over the two older soccer players. Once that's done, Hiroto takes his group to the sidelines to loosen up their muscles by running laps, while Kudou moves to a free part on the field and orders the teenagers to start their warming up stretches.

Midorikawa joins Kidou, after dropping off his jacket at the bench, and both adults turn their focus to the four Keshin users in front of them after sharing a few quiet words. The green-haired player has grabbed a clipboard and scans it quietly, allowing his friend to get started on his own. ''Alright, Matsukaze, you said your Keshin reacts positively to Shindou and Tsurugi's?''

Tenma nods and, to demonstrate, the older midfielder next to him brushes his fingers against the brunet's wrist. Immediately indigo sparks around them, swirling lazily until the contact is broken.

Kidou has raised an eyebrow at the display but doesn't comment on it other than a simple ''good''. He glances at Nishiki. ''Could you do the same?''

Immediately, the ex-Italian player blanches.

He nods, though, and steps closer to Tenma. He grimaces apologetically as he reaches out and the brunet smiles in return, allowing the older midfielder to place a hand on his shoulder. Red flares up around them, lashing out angrily, and Nishiki jumps back in shock, breaking contact.

He clearly hesitates, but one look at Kidou makes it obvious the coach is expecting more than that. Nishiki looks back at Tenma and it's only when the brunet nods that he moves his hand back to his shoulder.

Red sparks again and stays, this time, even though Nishiki seems to have to force himself not to move again. The only sign of pain on Tenma's part is a hitch in his breathing, coupled with gritted teeth.

After a few more seconds, Kidou ends it with a simple ''that's enough'' and the older midfielder steps back as if burned.

Midorikawa shares a look with his friend and then shakes his head. ''Well, it's obvious something needs to be done,'' he says, and Kidou gestures for him to speak his thoughts. ''It's a major disadvantage to have a Chained Keshin in the first place, but without full support from your own team, you shouldn't be allowed to play at all.''

That, immediately, gets him a wide-eyed look.

''I've been playing for two months!'' protests Tenma.

The man nods. ''And it's shocking how long it took for anyone to notice it,'' he answers. ''Since you've been handling it so well, there might be a chance you'll continue to be part of the starting lineup, but only if both of us agree to it.''

Kidou nods in agreement.

Tenma averts his gaze and Shindou places hand on his shoulder, allowing Maestro to share his soothing energy with the younger boy. ''So what do you suggest then, coach?'' he asks, silently signaling for the brunet to stay quiet.

''Gradual exposure would be best, from what I've seen of similar cases,'' answers their coach. ''Unfortunately, we don't have time for that. Instead we'll use Maestro and Lancelot to get Matsukaze's Keshin to accept Musashi as a friend, instead of a foe. It's more painful, but also faster. Midorikawa would be guiding you through the process, since he knows more about it than I do. Are you up to it?''

The question is directed at all four of them.

Three sets of eyes move to Tenma.

The time traveler meets all of them for a second and then looks at Kidou, allowing no hesitation to shine through. ''Yes.''

''Very well then,'' Midorikawa says this time. ''Nishiki, you will be calling forth your Keshin slowly, bit by bit until I say it's enough. Don't call it forth from your fighting spirit, the less harmful intent, the better. Shindou, Tsurugi, I want you to do the same when I tell you to. Try to connect to Nishiki's Keshin.''

The three nod.

I will do my best to help you, little one.

Tenma doesn't respond to that but his gratefulness is clear. With a deep breath, he braces himself, and then nods certainly.

Nishiki sets his jaw and starts to work on his task.

At first, it's barely noticeable, just a slight pressure to the air. Tenma waits, feeling something tingle underneath his skin, but that's all. Soon, though, the pressure starts to increase, and so does the strange sensation.

The brunet allows his eyes to slip closed and calls upon the smallest amount of Keshin energy he can manage, allowing it to spread through the air around him. Almost immediately it comes into contact with a similar pressure – Musashi's energy. The tingling grows stronger.

Then it comes to the point where Musashi's presence becomes apparent, crossing the line between merely drifting around to actively reacting to its master's intent. The second it does, there's a shift in the air, and a weak pulse of discomfort floods through the time traveler's veins. With every second it grows stronger, reacting to the other Keshin presence.

''Matsukaze.'' At the sound of his name, grey eyes snap open to the sight of everyone staring intently at him. ''Does it hurt?'' asks Kidou.

Tenma thinks for a second, and then shrugs half-heartedly. ''It's bearable.''

Midorikawa nods at that, sharing a look with Raimon's coach. ''Nishiki, try to actively call on your Keshin.''

The midfielder seems hesitant, but does as asked. Indigo flares up around him, pulsing gently.

In response, Pegasus claws.

A hiss involuntarily escapes Tenma's lips as his Keshin suddenly breaks free from his loose control. Red flashes around him.

Immediately, Tsurugi and Shindou react, moving forward as if to shield the brunet. Kidou's sharp ''don't'' has them pausing and looking at their coach, clearly ready to protest. ''Call upon your own Keshin,'' he says instead. ''Remember, no harmful intent towards anyone. Shindou, you'll try to connect to Musashi, Tsurugi, connect to Pegasus.''

The two nod and both focus.

First, Tsurugi's Keshin energy flares up around him, followed a second later by his captain's. Pegasus immediately reacts to their presence, calming until it's not lashing out violently anymore.

Tenma locks eyes with Tsurugi as the striker focuses on both their Keshin, and Lancelot's energy brushes against his own. He lowers his defenses, letting his friend do as he wants. Part of his Keshin protests against it, the furious, wild part, but an even larger amount welcomes it.

That's when something tears through him and he can't completely hold back his pained gasp as he doubles over.

''Tenma!''

The time traveler, through gritted teeth, glances up and attempts a smile. It must look more like a grimace. ''I- I'm fine,'' he mutters, trying to detect the reason for the sudden stab.

It becomes obvious soon.

Maestro and Musashi's energy has connected.

Pegasus clearly doesn't like that.

I am- sorry, young one, comes his Keshin's strained voice, M-Maestro's sudden connection to- to an enemy is... hard.

''Can you continue?'' The brunet glances at Midorikawa and nods, straightening again. ''Very well,'' says the man, although his frown clearly states his displeasure. ''Shindou, I want you to try and reach out to Tsurugi and Matsukaze's Keshin. Nishiki, don't you dare do anything now. Tsurugi, you're playing mediator here. Try to soothe Pegasus if needed.''

All four nod and game maker and striker lock eyes, easily connecting their Keshin. There's another painful pulse from Pegasus, although it's not as bad as the first one. Then Shindou focuses on Tenma and Maestro's familiar presence floods the area, reaching out for him.

It's harder, this time, to lower his Keshin's defenses and allow Maestro to entwine with his own energy signal, but he manages. A relieved sigh escapes his lips he didn't know he was holding.

''Good,'' says Midorikawa, caution clear in his posture. ''You've gotten this far. Now comes the really hard part.'' His expression is tight. ''Nishiki, reach out, slowly, and try to make contact with Pegasus. Do not make a connection yet, understood?'' the midfielder swallows, but his nod is steady. ''Shindou, you're the mediator between the two of them. Tsurugi, your task might be the most important – support Pegasus at all costs, alright?''

No one objects, and so Kidou gives the sign for them to begin.

Shindou starts, Maestro's energy gently coaching Pegasus out of the tight shell it has formed to protect itself, and when that's more-or-less done, brown eyes turn to Nishiki. Musashi reacts easier, allowing Maestro to guide him through their connection until he meets Pegasus halfway.

Slowly, their energy signals mix, tentative and careful. The tension is the air could be cut with a knife, with how thick it is, and Maestro's presence is concentrated around their careful contact.

And then the restraints holding Pegasus' wild energy back snap and Tenma cries out in agony as he drops to his knees.

He hugs himself tightly as he leans forward, close to the ground. Angry red sparks around him, lashing out at anything that comes too close, and the brunet clenches his eyes shut as he gasps for air through the burning of his veins.

Someone may have called his name. He's a little too distracted to focus on it.

And then there's suddenly warmth surrounding him, soothing the tightly coiled energy that has drawn back defensively, and the time traveler lunges forward in sudden relief.

It takes him a few moments to feel the hand on his shoulder, but when he notices it, he pries his eyes open – when had he closed them? – and catches sight of a worried orange gaze, startlingly close. ''Tenma,'' Tsurugi says, gently helping him straighten out of the tiny ball he'd curled into.

He grins tiredly. ''Thanks,'' he says and his voice is a little hoarse. Then the brunet glances at his two other teammates. Shindou has moved a few feet from his earlier position, as if automatically lunging for his younger friend, but Kidou's hand around his arm is holding him back and now the game maker is watching with a frustrated expression. Nishiki, on the other hand, has moved back a few steps, guilt swirling in his eyes.

''Matsukaze,'' says Midorikawa and it's only now that the time traveler notices the man kneeling on his other side. ''Are you alright?''

The brunet nods, a little breathlessly.

The greenhead inspects him for a few moments and is apparently satisfied by what he finds. ''Okay,'' he mutters, glancing at the other teenagers. ''I can only speculate, but I imagine Lancelot was a little too far away to intercept when Pegasus reacted negatively,'' he says. ''Tsurugi, keep physical contact with Matsukaze this time. If everyone is ready, we'll try again.''

Kidou looks up sharply. ''Are you sure?''

If Midorikawa has any hesitation, he doesn't show it. ''Yes,'' he says. ''Despite the setbacks, it's going relatively well, so we best continue for now.''

Raimon's coach frowns but, eventually, nods. ''Are you all okay with this?'' he asks the teenagers. The looks he gets are answer enough. ''Okay,'' he breathes, letting go of Shindou's arm and stepping back.

Midorikawa stands up again, not even bothering to dust off his clothes, even though they're covered in grass. ''Alright,'' he says, ''let's try that again. This time, Shindou, be ready to pull Musashi back if needed.''

The game maker nods and then sets to his task, again gently coaxing Pegasus forward. It's harder than last time, but with a few soft pushes from Lancelot, the Keshin hesitantly uncoils.

Again, Maestro draws Musashi forward until it comes in contact with Pegasus, but this time it keeps its hold on the other Keshin.

Tenma grits his teeth, a drop of sweat rolling down his cheek as he tightens his hold on the energy swirling around him. The red aura spikes in something almost like frustration, and immediately Tsurugi's indigo aura increases as Lancelot sends out more soothing pulses. Pegasus pushes back, almost annoyed, and the brunet would laugh at that if he wasn't so focused, but other than that the Keshin settles down again.

''Nishiki, I want you to reach out to Pegasus. Try to connect to it. Tsurugi, keep doing what you're doing, Shindou, be ready to interfere and Matsukaze, try and relax.''

In response, Nishiki's aura flares a little brighter and he takes a few steps closer. Pegasus, in response, draws back, but doesn't attack again.

Slowly, Musashi's energy signature increases and although the red aura around Tenma spikes a few times, Tsurugi manages to help him keep a handle on it. The brunet is gritting his teeth tightly, hunched forward and hugging himself with both arms against the flares of pain.

Midorikawa's voice is tight and soft, soothing, when he speaks again. ''Very good. Both of you, come closer – Shindou, you're going to have to support Matsukaze now as well.''

In response, the game maker crosses the short distance separating him from his younger friends and kneels down, a hand curling around Tenma's wrist with such speed it's as if he had to physically force himself not to do so earlier. The brunet relaxes when a second soothing hum joins the first one, and Nishiki takes that chance to carefully move closer at a steady pace. Eventually he's close enough to get to his knees in front of his three friends, close enough to touch them if he wanted to.

Glancing at Midorikawa, the man gives him a reassuring smile and nod, and the midfielder breathes in slowly. Then he reaches out, slowly, his hand trembling slightly.

''Is... is this okay?'' he whispers and grey eyes flick up in surprise. ''I don't want to hurt you.''

Tenma's gaze softens at that and he smiles through the pain. ''I'll be alright, senpai,'' he promises him and Nishiki nods, once, twice, to hide his hesitation.

''Okay,'' he mutters, mostly to himself. ''C'mon Musashi, don't fail me now.''

He closes the little bit of distance left and places a hand on the younger's free shoulder.

Immediately Tenma's eyes clench shut, a hiss escaping him when the red energy around him spikes. Both Shindou and Tsurugi have to brace themselves against the sudden onslaught of energy crashing over them, struggling against their attempts to calm it. Pegasus fights both of them off and the brunet hunches forward even further.

Nishiki almost withdraws his hand, but a hoarse ''don't!'' from the brunet has him freeze. Midorikawa and Kidou, both having moved forward to separate them, pause as well.

The time traveler forces his eyes open, clenching his fists.

''Tenma?'' asks Shindou carefully, tightening his grip on his wrist.

Red sparks in response and the younger's eyes tighten, but then he steels himself and forces Pegasus to reach out. Nishiki tenses when this time, it's Tenma's turn to make contact, but keeps Musashi calm as to not startle the other Keshin.

The brunet feels the exact moment his control starts to slip.

So does everyone else and they immediately react, already starting to interfere.

And then Tenma's frustration gets the better of him and with a ''Peg I hate you'', he repeats the events of the Kidokawa Seishuu match that feels so long ago, and yanks his Keshin back under control.

For a moment, the world seems to hold its breath.

And then red whirls around them like a typhoon, wild and cutting and very much pissed.

Would you stop doing that already?!

Tenma, through painfully gritted teeth, manages to spat out a, ''goddammit Pegasus, stop throwing a temper tantrum you stupid horse!'' and with a flash of Soul blue, manages to get the control over his body back.

He's left gasping for breath, trembling, with only three pairs of hands to keep him from crashing into the ground.

''Matsukaze!'' Midorikawa is next to them, then, helping the brunet sit up. ''What were you thinking!''

A dry snort from next to him. ''He wasn't,'' offers Tsurugi.

''Are you alright?'' asks Shindou, his grip so tight it's almost painful – luckily he's holding the brunet's uninjured arm.

Tenma experimentally straightens, trying to support his own weight, and finds that he can do so without too much trouble. He nods and grins.

''What're you smiling about?'' asks Tsurugi, raising an eyebrow.

The time traveler's grin only grows as he glances at Nishiki and reaches out, brushing his fingers against the older midfielder's wrist. Wide-eyed looks all around when indigo sparks around them both. ''It... worked?'' gasps Nishiki, and at the nod he receives, a wide smile finally spreads on his lips. ''Now that's what I'm talking about!'' he punches the air.

Both Kidou and Midorikawa breathe simultaneous sighs of relief, the tension flooding from them like water.

Much like the two adults, Shindou and Tsurugi relax, sharing small smiles over the shorter teen's head.

''Oh thank god.''

Tenma glances up at the sudden voice and blinks when he sees his entire team watching, even Sangoku and Shinsuke on the other side of the field. The one who spoke – Kirino – gives him a rueful smile. ''Thank you for not somehow ending up in the hospital or anything. I don't think my mental stability could take anymore of your recklessness anytime soon.''

The brunet would fake an insulted look if he had the energy to do so. Instead, he merely grins, feeling the exhaustion slowly wash over him. ''I try,'' he says with something akin to modesty, and it causes Kirino – and several others – to either roll their eyes or scowl.

'Stupid horse?' grumbles Pegasus' annoyed and exhausted voice from the back of his mind, surprisingly weak. His only answer is a wave of amusement and the Keshin sighs. I must rest, now. The fight with Musashi took a lot out of me and I suggest you take it easy too.

'I will,' he tells his Keshin warmly and then, with real gratitude, adds a soft 'thank you.' In response, there's a soft brush before Pegasus' presence fades away.

''Come on.'' Shindou's voice pulls him back to the present. ''Let's get you to the bench, you've had enough adventure for one day.''

Tenma can't help but full-heartedly agree, allowing the game maker and the striker on his other side to help him to the side of the field. But despite the heaviness of his eyelids and the sore muscles that will no doubt bother him tomorrow, he can't help but smile.

After all, he's one step closer now to unlocking his Keshin completely.

~'0'~

Hope you all enjoyed! By the way, this chapter was blessed by a baguette. I'm very happy about that.

See you next time!

- Yara