Eton High had clubs just like every other school. There were a couple of students who had entered the Rugby club and had changed everything in the school. Although it was Sunday, they had a 'special training' to get ready for tomorrow's match against Westbridge.
Out on the field there were two boys who stood in front of everyone rather than a teacher. They were tall, and had a small frame with both hands in their pockets. One had long red hair that was tied up in a ponytail and by his side was another teenager who looked almost identical to him. The only difference was that this one had short hair.
The long haired one gave his team instructions like a coach would until some students came running to the field. It was obvious that none of them were part of the Rugby club.
“Sren, Leng we dealt with those guys just as you asked, only Group 4 and 7 had problems.” One of the students reported.
“That's good enough.” Sren, the short-haired brother replied with a yawn. “Since the rest of the groups completed this task it will be an easy win for us. Tomorrow's going to be a cake walk, as usual.”
Waking up the next day, Gary had read the dreaded message, the one that he had been putting off for the longest time.
[The full moon is nearly upon you. Every fiber of your being is waiting in anticipation!]
[Current bonus: All Stats +3]
This evening, everyone had gotten into their uniform. It would be an interesting match to say the least. However, one student in particular felt a growing migraine come up.
[9 hours left until the next full moon]
Chapter end
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