This is a filler which I wanted to scrap but DragonessKunoichi, MaJoseRuiz, and LilySakuraMoon requested it so here it is. Please wait for me a bit but the next chapter posted will most likely (unless I break my promise, which I shamefully admit I often do) be the Zeus match part one.

After we ate our meal, Hibiki-kantoku revealed that he had brought the old Inazuma Eleven along, which surprised me and the rest of Raimon. We're we going to play them? I don't want to be responsible for broken bones, and I'm pretty sure neither does anyone else. Except Kidou. From what I know from his soccer style, he likes breaking people. And he's rich enough to pay for the medical care after too. Me? Well, I can afford it, but I prefer not to add anymore to my list of bad stuff where I've done plenty of already.

Then it got even weirder. Three of the old Inazuma Eleven members exchanged grins as their eyes twinkled with mischief and the sweet taste of a shared secret among best friends. "Hey, Hibiki, we brought that thing along," one of them said as he winked at Hibiki. Not in that way so don't get the wrong idea. Plus, they're fifty something year old men who are married, so thats just disturbing don't mention it.

Kantoku looked shocked, so I assume that he knows what whatever "that thing" is, but either thinks its dangerous or he didn't know that they still have it. It turned out to be the latter.

When we entered the Inabikari Training Center, the first thing that caught my eye was as we were led into a room I never knew existed in the training center was a big machine made of wood and metal. It sort of looked like a machine used to make mochi combined with a night market stand. On it was a conveyer belt with obstacles scattered across its length. On the walls of the machine were wheels with handles which I assume will be turned to operate "this thing". Overall, it looked very old and dusty and some the wheels looked so rusty that they would be unable to budge.

Haruna was the first to speak after a wave of "whoa" rippled through the current Raimon players. "What is this thing?" she asked. "We made this 40 years ago to train for Majin the Hand," the tallest guy replied. Then the shorter one who was, shall we say, slightly pudgier, continued, "You know how Majin the Hand focuses on the navel and tailbone, right? So we all pitched in and made this in aid to master that." "Sure bring backs memories, huh? I still remember we used to sleep over all the time," the last one of the three said, Hibiki nodding in verification.

"So did you complete it?" Endou asked enthusiastically. "Nope, we were very close," tallest of the three replied bluntly. "So, if we use this machine, we might be able to..." Ichinose exclaimed. "Yeah!" our never pessimistic captain shouted. Hibiki just shook his head at their reactions. "Fine, you may use it," he said in a tired voice, though I could detect a smile of pride underneath. Endou didn't even wait for him to finish the sentence before he hopped onto the conveyer belt.

Someoka, Kidou, Gouenji, and Ichinose, the "stronger" boys, took the wheels. I obviously wasn't chosen for the task. After ten seconds, Endou finally noticed that the belt was nowhere near moving. "Huh?" he asked. "Well...," Someoka said sheepishly, "It's stuck." Well, I figured. It was a 40 year old machine after all. Handmade too, so they probably didn't get professional care for it.

As the old Raimon members greased the wheels, the shortest Raimon member came up to me and Kazemaru. I didn't notice until he tapped me on my shoulder, in which I turned around to come face to face with that cheshire cat grin. "I heard you guys are mastering jumping, rotation control, and stamina?" "How did you know?" I blurted before Kazemaru could say anything. "Hibiki told us," he answered, not at all offended by my accidental rude reply. Kazemaru looked at me with wary eyes. "No not that. How did you know I was trying to improve my stamina?" I demanded. The poor teal haired boy just gave up and facepalmed. "I see you run around town after practice a lot. You circle around to the back of Toranoya where you pick up a soccer ball, then you dribble it around the streets and drop it off back there. No one does that unless they are trying to improve their stamina."

That was a little creepy, how spot on the guy was. He sounded like a stalker, though most certainly he was just a harmless observant witness. "Anyway," he continued, breaking my chain of thought, "We had a hissatsu similar to this one you are planning. I thought you two might want to borrow it. If it hasn't completely rusted out, that is."

Kazemaru nodded enthusiastically. "Arigatou gozaimasu," he said as he forced me to bow with him. From the corner of his eye, he gave me a glare. "Arigatou gozaimasu," I couldn't help but reply nervously from the teal haired boy's aggressiveness.

The round man led us to a different room, one that we had never entered for training before. It looked like something out of those warehouses that are off limits to customers in stores. Basically gigantic cardboard boxes piled on top off each other in rows and columns. He walked down the aisle, maneuvering his way around the stray boxes as he took his time analyzing each box as if seeing it over. Then finally, settling on a small, flat rectangular box and another much bigger box that looked as if it could have contained two of those handmade training machines that Endou was using, he gestured us over to help him drag them out.

The three of us, none of us the fittest nor most muscular, could barely make the big box move more than a meter before we collapsed on the floor. Before moving the big box our guide had warned us the big box would be tough to move, but this was beyond what I expected. "What's in this thing, sand? Flour? Bars of twenty four karat gold?" Kazemaru complained. "It'll be worth it when you open it, trust me," the elder replied as he panted from the work out.

We went back on pushing it for another half a meter before we all gave in. "I give up, lets just call this quits. Pushing this is enough training on our bodies already." I said. Nobody protested. "Well, you guys can use the first training helper. I'll go ask the rest of them to come here and help," the old man said and walked back from the door where we came from, leaving me and Kazemaru alone with the smaller box.

We stared at each other, then at the box. "Should we open it?" I asked. "Yeah I guess, he did say we could use it..." Kazemaru replied hesitantly. In the end, we decided to open it, but first we lugged the box to another room where we weren't in the danger of hitting any boxes or anything else. Then finally, laying it on the ground with a thud, he tore the tape off and handed it to me. In disgust, I turned around and tried to shake the heavy duty tape off my hand in vain, only to have it tangled with my hair. From behind me I head some wrinkling, then a strong gust of wind like a vacuum. "Kazemaru-san, what are you doing and will you stop and help me with this first-" I was cut off by a muffled yell by a certain teal haired boy whom I found a recent annoyance for.

The tape now stuck onto other hand too when I tried to pry it off my hair, resulting in total chaos. I heard the sounds of body hitting, I don't know, metal I think. Not like it matters at this moment. Finally, I turned around to see Kazemaru stuck on some sort of strange metal board with vents that was standing up perpendicular to the floor and a conveyer belt that had probably folded out. "I just accidentally switched a switch and now help me turn it off!" Kazemaru yelled desperately. Well, I don't see how he was off worse than me, but still a friend's gotta help a friend when he's stuck immobile on a board. I knelt down to where a panel was flipped open and buttons were inside. "Wait Sakurai-" Kazemaru tried to warn me, but it was too late.

I was swept into the suction too, and it was only a matter of moments before I was beside Kazemaru, unable to move due to the strong wind. Worse yet, the tape stuck to the board, and as the wind blew it it got caught in Kazemaru's hair too. "Ack" he screamed when I tried to pull it out. In response his hands shot up to his hair, and before you knew it, we were all tangled in one big mess as we tried to untangle and pull through the harsh wind.

"Sakurai why did you have to get me stuck?" he screamed through the wind.

"It's not my fault your hair blew in my face and just so happens to attach itself to the sticky side!" I shot back.

"Just get it out already! It hurts!" Kazemaru said, gesturing to his poor hair, which had been messed up by the tape and wind.

"Says the one who stuck it on me in the first place!"

"Ow!"

"Ack!"

"Somebody help!"

Finally, we heard footsteps coming this way and the door slammed open to reveal the man from earlier, Gouenji, and Kidou. That was when I finally noticed how wrong we must look. The man had a shocked expression, Gouenji a smirk, and Kidou the same dissapointed frown he had when he heard about Hinata.

"Um..." Kazemaru was the first to break the silence, "This isn't what you think."

Gouenji chuckled but came over and turned off the machine, receiving a sigh of relief from me and Kazemaru. "And here I thought we could finally prove that Inoue was really a boy and Kazemaru a girl in disguise."

The poor teal haired boy almost cried.