''Hahahaha.'' Giron covered his face and laughed until tears streaked down from his eyes.

Irwing's eyebrows twitched; he has never felt so humiliated before, ''W-What's so finny!'' He girly squealed and even misspoke.

''Pfft...'' Michael was the first one to burst into laughter, he tried to stop his laughter, but it didn't help that Sariel and Rafael started laughing as well.

''W-What the fuck was that sound, hahaha...'' Sariel covered his face, but everyone still heard clearly his peals of laughter.

Irwing looked around the building and saw even some distinct members of the Martial Arts club, who was minding their business silently laughing.

Only the men with black suits didn't seem amused. Their faces were red in anger, and they wanted to rip their heads off.

''Hahahaha!'' Rafael laughed louder than others; he didn't even bother to cover it.

''Pfft...'' Giron wiped his tears and said, ''Oh my, I have never laughed so hard before.''

''Y-You are fired!'' Irwing screamed and grabbed Giron from his collar, ''Do you hear me?! You are fired! I will go tell your principal and get all of you thrown into the streets!''

''Ahh...'' Giron's laughter stopped as his face turned murderous, ''Hands off me, I am Martial King!'' His voice boomed in the building, which sent Irwing flying with his face full of shock.

*BOOM*

His body crashed on the metallic wall of the Martial Arts building, and it didn't take long for his whole face to be painted in red.

''Irwing!'' Other men with black suits anxiously went to help Irwing, who seemed in desperate need of a hospital.

Giron fixed his collar and said with a bone-chilling voice, ''I am Martial King, and in the past, we were called as Gods of Mortal World, and there is no way I will be insulted by a loser who isn't even Martial Novice and only got his status with his family's influence!''

Michael, Sariel, and Rafael cracked their knuckles and looked at Irwing and other men with black suits with killing intent, which made their faces pale, and was on the brink of fainting.

''M-My dad will hear about this!'' Irwing screamed with half of his teeth missing.

*Creak*

A door of the changing room opened, and a black-haired figure with a new training outfit, which was mostly in black with some shades of silver on the sides, appeared.

Ichiro looked at the scene with a small smile, ''Did I miss something?''

''No, you are right.'' Giron said and cracked his knuckles, which caused a booming sound to appear, ''Animals aren't permitted to enter the premises of the school.''

Ichiro put his hands behind his back and innocently smiled, ''Need help in getting rid of them?''

Irwing and other men in black suits paled.

''No... I am sure they can leave by themselves.'' Giron said and stomped the ground.

*BOOM*

The whole building quaked and trembled, which made Irwing and other men with black suits fall down, and only members of the Martial Arts club were left standing.

''Leave!'' His shout boomed in their ears, which woke them from their stupor, and they ran away with tails between their legs.

Ichiro watched them running away with a relaxed smile, and once they were gone, he sat down on the chair and asked, ''They must have been important?''

Michael, Sariel, and Rafael also looked towards Giron, who didn't seem to be fazed.

''They were part of Government and our main sponsors,'' Giron revealed.

''What happens now?'' Ichiro asked, even though he knew the answer.

''They will stop sponsoring us, which will greatly reduce our budget and once the news comes out... No one wants to join a school, which has no money to help the students to grow.'' Giron scratched his head, and he will be lucky if the principal doesn't fire him and go lick the boots of the Government officers.

Ichiro looked at Michael, Sariel, and Rafael, who didn't seem to be fazed after the sudden news, even though their growth might be reduced because of a lack of sponsors.

Giron sighed and paced back and forth. His head was full of thoughts, but he was brimming with motivation to show the Government that abandoning them was their greatest mistake.

But to do that... He needs strong fighters!

''What is the plan, coach?'' Michael asked, ''I am afraid that the second-year fighters won't be happy about it, and they are supposed to be main fighters for next year.''

Giron nodded and knew that it was another problem. Kings of second-year are arrogant as they get, and there is a chance of them abandoning them.

''Maybe I have to pay them from my own pocket.'' Giron sighed.

But then, Ichiro opened his mouth, ''Why are second-years the main fighters for next year?''

''Eh?'' Giron and others raised eyebrows and looked at Ichiro with questioning looks.

''I am asking... Why are they the main fighters?'' Ichiro stood up and asked.

''They will reach Age of Growth.'' Michael said, ''Their strengths will increase by a lot.''

Giron nodded and continued, ''The First King of second-year also has chance of reaching Peak of Martial Commander, which is an incredible achievement.''

Ichiro leaned on the wall, and his next words were very shocking, ''What about us? Me, Michael, Sariel, and Rafael, why can't we be the Main Fighters?''

Their eyes widened, and they looked at Ichiro like he was crazy.

''I trust you guys, but strength-wise... I would trust the second-years more.'' Giron said with a serious look, and he wished that Ichiro, Michael, Sariel, and Rafael would be strong enough to represent them.

First time in a long time, he trusts his fighters with all his heart, but they aren't simply strong enough to represent them yet...

''They will leave.'' Ichiro suddenly said.

''Eh? What do you mean?'' Giron asked with a frown.

''The Government won't simply remove the sponsorship, they will also get rid of the second-years so that we will embarrass ourselves and it would make them look better because if we don't even reach Top 32, it would mean that only with the help of Government we could fight for a championship.'' Ichiro knows better than everyone the trickery of the Government because he used to be their personal Assassin at one point.

Giron widened his eyes, ''T-They wouldn't! The principal would never allow it!''

''He can't do anything, and the second-years will... Leave voluntarily, maybe they get good sponsorship in other school, or will go to another country to join other strong schools.'' Ichiro crossed his arms.

''Those bastards.'' Giron slammed the wall and felt his rage increase.

But then, Ichiro turned his head and looked Giron right in the eye, ''Coach.''

''Yes?'' Giron turned his head and saw Ichiro's grey eyes for the first time.

''I want to fight you.. I want to see how far my strength reaches.''