Recruiting Monta - The Baseball Tryouts
The afternoon sun bathed the school fields in a golden glow as Sena and TJ made their way to the baseball diamond. Monta, the energetic baseball player they'd met that morning, had piqued their interest. Convincing him to join the Deimon Devil Bats was their mission, but first, they had to make their presence known at the baseball tryouts.
Sena, glancing at TJ: "Do you think we can really convince him?"
TJ, with a confident grin: "We've got to show him what we've got. If we impress him enough, he might just consider switching sports."
They arrived at the tryouts, the field bustling with students eager to prove their worth. Monta, with his trademark bandana and a determined look, was already there, warming up.
TJ, stepping onto the field, clapped his hands together: "Let's make some noise."
The baseball coach, a burly man with a whistle hanging from his neck, eyed the newcomers. "New faces? You here to try out?"
TJ, nodding: "Yeah, thought we'd give it a shot."
The coach shrugged, gesturing toward the field. "Grab a bat and glove. Let's see what you've got."
As the tryouts progressed, TJ quickly stole the show. With a powerful swing, he sent baseballs soaring over the outfield, hitting homerun after homerun. In the field, his agility and precision as a shortstop left everyone in awe. His throws were quick and accurate, and his athleticism was undeniable.
Sena, though not as physically imposing as TJ, demonstrated his unique skills. With precise bunts, he consistently made it to first base, his speed blurring as he sprinted down the line. His swift movements on the field showcased his agility, making him a standout even in a sport that wasn't his own.
Meanwhile, Monta struggled. His love for catching was evident, but his performance in other areas left much to be desired. His swings were off, missing the ball more often than not. In the outfield, he fumbled a few plays, his frustration growing with each error.
TJ, after catching a grounder and whipping it to first base, glanced at Monta, who had just dropped another catch. "Hey, Monta! You alright over there?"
Monta, scowling, muttered: "Catching's the only thing I'm good at…"
The coach blew his whistle, signaling a break. Sena and TJ approached Monta, who was sitting on the bench, looking dejected.
TJ, sitting next to him, patted his back: "You've got incredible hands, man. That's something special."
Monta, sighing: "Yeah, but in baseball, you need more than just catching. I'm not good at batting or fielding."
Sena, smiling gently: "But in football, catching is crucial. We need someone who can make those big plays, someone reliable with their hands."
Monta, looking up, curious: "Football? But I've never played."
TJ, grinning: "You've got the most important skill down—catching. The rest, we can teach you. You saw what we can do, right? Join us, and you'll be a star receiver."
Monta, eyes widening: "Receiver?"
Sena, nodding: "We've got a spot open, and we think you'd be perfect for it. You're passionate about catching, and that's exactly what we need."
Monta, pondering for a moment, then cracking a small smile: "You think I could really do it?"
TJ, with a confident nod: "We know you can. Plus, with a team like ours, you'll be part of something amazing."
The coach called everyone back for the next round of tryouts, but Monta stood up, his decision made.
Monta, grinning: "Alright, I'll give it a shot."
Sena, beaming: "Awesome! You won't regret it."
As the three of them walked off the field, TJ tossed the baseball in the air, catching it effortlessly. "Welcome to the Deimon Devil Bats, Monta."
The journey to building a championship team was just beginning, and with Monta joining their ranks, the Devil Bats were one step closer to their goal.
Meanwhile
In a dimly lit corner of the Deimon High School grounds, three familiar figures stood nervously. Kazuki Jumonji, Kuroki, and Togano, the infamous Ha-Ha Brothers, shuffled uneasily as they awaited the inevitable. Each held a piece of paper in their hands—a summons from Hiruma.
They didn't know what to expect, but knowing Hiruma, it couldn't be good.
The door to the secluded classroom creaked open, and in strolled Hiruma, a devilish grin plastered across his face. His spiky blond hair stood on end, and his trademark fangs glinted under the flickering fluorescent lights. He tossed a manila envelope onto the desk in front of them.
Hiruma, casually: "Enjoy the show, you idiots."
Jumonji, narrowing his eyes, reluctantly opened the envelope. Inside were photographs—compromising photographs. Images of the three of them skipping classes, sneaking out of detention, and one particularly damning picture of them vandalizing the school's locker room.
Kuroki, paling: "W-Where did you get these?"
Hiruma, shrugging nonchalantly: "I have my ways. Now, here's the deal. You three are going to suit up and play as linemen in our next game."
Togano, stammering: "Wait, what? Linemen? Us?"
Hiruma, leaning forward, his grin widening: "Yeah, linemen. You've got the size for it, and we need bodies on the line. Unless, of course, you'd rather these pictures find their way to the principal's office."
Jumonji, clenching his fists: "You can't do this! We're not even football players!"
Hiruma, laughing: "Not yet. But you will be. Don't worry, I've already put your names on the roster. You're officially part of the Deimon Devil Bats."
Kuroki, glaring: "Why us?"
Hiruma, smirking: "Because you're perfect for the job. And because I like seeing you squirm."
The three exchanged glances, their usual bravado faltering under the weight of Hiruma's blackmail. They knew there was no way out. Hiruma had them cornered, and his demands were clear.
Togano, sighing: "What do we have to do?"
Hiruma, stepping back, tossing them each a practice jersey: "Show up at practice. Learn the basics. And when game day comes, protect the quarterback and open up running lanes. Think of it as community service for all the crap you've pulled."
Jumonji, grudgingly taking the jersey: "This is insane."
Hiruma, turning to leave, calling over his shoulder: "Welcome to the team, Ha-Ha Brothers. Don't be late for practice tomorrow."
As Hiruma disappeared into the hallway, the three brothers slumped into chairs, the weight of their new reality settling in.
Kuroki, muttering: "We're really doing this, aren't we?"
Jumonji, gritting his teeth: "Looks like we don't have a choice."
Togano, attempting a weak laugh: "Guess we better learn fast."
The haha brothers knew their lives had just taken a drastic turn. From troublemakers to linemen, they were now part of the Deimon Devil Bats. Whether they liked it or not, Hiruma had ensured their servatude.