The day of the not so long awaited Fighting Festival.

The first order of business for teachers and students alike, regardless of whether or not they were participating in the MGP, was to assemble at the stage by the school's side that Heiwa had been using since the first volume.

Card game players aren't capable of reading the rules, so someone had to tell them directly.

Standing behind the stage's podium was Izuru, doing his headmaster thing, with Endo and Aimi by his side.

"Huh, hello? Hello hello?" Izuru asked, tapping the microphone. "Good enough, better microphones for the two or three times we use this stage are out of budget, that card economy course we offer won't fund itself."

"Moron..." Aimi sighed.

"Good morning, everyone! We're sorry about the short notice on this Fighting Festival, but we hope you can all have fun regardless! Whether you're someone who just wants to have some good old fun with card games, or someone fighting for your desires in the Messiah Grand Prix, we hope you can enjoy this day to the fullest! But everything has to have some rules, so let's get that going so that we can get this festival going as fast as we can!"

"YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW! FIGHTING FESTIVAL ROCKS, CLASSES SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Miho wildly shouted from the audience.

"Yeah, she gets it! Alright, here's the basic rule everyone ought to keep in mind for today! Regardless of how you're spending the day, you're all free to walk around the school if you'd like. Because of that, everyone with the intention of participating in the Fighting Festival because of the MGP is required to wear their Desire Specs. Vice principal Aimi, if you don't mind."

Aimi stepped up to the front of the stage and received the wild cheering of the male students. They knew that older women were the best.

But their great taste aside, Aimi pulled a pair of dark blue-framed glasses from her jacket and put them on. They were the Desire Specs, the Vanguard belt of the new generation. Someone probably realized that having to carry a whole ass metal box thing to play digital card games was stupid.

"Of course, that doesn't mean that those that are just here for some fun can't fight using their Desire Specs. We just want for everyone to be able to tell who's participating for the sake of the MGP and who isn't from a glance. In addition, the school bell will ring to announce when the MGP side of the Fighting Festival begins, so until then, just sit and wait wherever you want. Remember to challenge someone properly and read your opponent's cards before thinking of calling a judge, that'll make things go much more smoothly, trust me. And as for the MGP side, you know what to do. Just scan your ID Medal with your Specs and fight. I think that's all on my end, so I'll let the student council president get a few words in."

With their time of being responsible over, Izuru and Aimi stepped back for the student council president to take the podium. If Hibiki being proof that Nakano touched a woman wasn't hard enough, this guy was the living proof that even Nobu got some before you.

Honestly, go touch some grass.

"Good morning, everyone. My name is Hitsuzen Takeru, the student council president of our school." He said, speaking in a soft tone. "I hope we can all work together to make sure this is a day to remember, so please, help me in providing Heiwa Academy with another great Fighting Festival."

'She's probably thinking he's some dirty ikemen, isn't she...' Hibiki thought, glancing at Ichika's nonchallant face..

'Filthy fucking ikemen, I wanna take those nerd glasses off his stupid face and shove them were the sun doesn't shine.' Ichika thought.

"The student council will be doing everything in its power to make sure today is another great day, so go out there and have fun." Takeru smiled.

Nobu would be proud. He stole tiny whisks just for his son to make all the panties in school drop. Now that's what we like to call a good legacy.

With the assembly finally out of the way, the guys from Team Gits headed over to the old Royalty Room, which was back at being a storage room, because no one can keep that thing clean for more than two years apparently. They met with their team's advisor, Harui.

But why the hell would you pick her as your team's advisor though?

"Alright boys and girl, today's the day we crawl outta the dumps and make all of Japan be scared of how cool we are! We're ending the day in a shitty Japan! Why? Because everyone's gonna shit themselves at how much better than them we are!" Harui maniacally laughed.

"Don't say that again. Like, ever again, please." Hibiki deadpanned.

"HA HA! But Harui-sensei's perfectly right! Today's the day we hit it big and get out of the bottom of the barrel! Don't forget my genius plan!" Taro laughed, snapping his fingers.

"Your plan sucks. I found some extra flaws while I was shitting this morning." Ichika said, opening a can of cola.

"Ichika-chan, it's not even nine in the morning..." The teacher sweatdropped.

"Is that so? Then tell me, what flaws did you find?"

"We're easy points, moron. Everyone's gonna come for us to get a piece of the piss easy points they can get off us. Who gives a shit about the rules, they'll just gang up on us and block our escape routes until we accept fighting them."

"Hm... She might be right on that. With how low we are in the leaderboard, we can be used as a point farm for other teams." Hibiki nodded.

"You call that a flaw? No! Us being easy targets is the same as my dear Natsumi's marriage certificate, not even a minor inconvenience in my great conquest!"

"That's the spirit, Taro!" Harui applauded. "Also, please explain, I don't get it!"

"It's quite simply, frankly. I'm surprised neither of you realized it right away, I thought it was quite obvious from the get go." Taro smirked.

"Stop smirking or I'll break your neck! What do you mean it's obvious?!" Ichika asked.

"Wait..." Hibiki sweatdropped. "Taro, you don't mean-"

Taro smirked.

"HA HA! We're so low in the leaderboard that no one will believe they can get points from us! They aren't a minor incovenience to us, but we are to them! We'll use our own lack of noticeable ranks to surf through the school and reach Team Heaven without any concern!" Taro laughed, snapping his fingers.

"Why did you actually said that out loud?!"

"Huh, that may actually work... Yeah, I can see it." Ichika shrugged, bowing out of the argument.

"It's not like you guys have better options, so just roll with it." Harui said, throwing herself on the couch. "But how are you gonna convince Yukie's team to fight you? I know you can bribe a metric fuckton of people, but the kids in that team are rich too."

"That's something you should be thinking about as our advisor, moron." The brown haired girl scoffed.

"Harui-sensei's got a point. By your logic, Heaven will also disregard our presence. How are we gonna make someone with everything fight someone who has nothing?" Hibiki asked.

"Money isn't the key to everything, Harui-sensei." Taro replied, shaking his head. "The tactic is quite simple, my dear Hibiki. It's so simple that even a child in elementary school could perform it."

Taro walked over to the room's door and looked back at his teammates and advisor with a confidant grin.

"Defamation!"

Upon hearing that, Harui fell off her couch, Ichika squeezed her can hard enough to make her cola fly out, and Hibiki only didn't tackle Taro to the ground again because there wasn't that much space in the room.

"Come again?!" Ichika and Hibiki asked.

"Okay. It's quite simply, frankly speaking. An average "You're too scared to fight me because you know I'm better." will do the trick, but a nice "You're scared because you know I'm better since you're just a snotty middle shcooler." and a classic "Yeah, go back to your mommy, you widdle baby." can also do the trick!"

"H-hey look now, I'm all up for winning one way or the other, I'm the number one support of the bribing your grandma idea, but my nephew's on Team Heaven! I can't let you call Maki-kun a widdle baby or crap like that!" Harui deadpanned. "Besides, Yukie's their advisor, she'll be all up in my ass if you guys call her students crap like that! I'm trying to remove the wedge between us, not burry it even more!"

"Harui-sensei's right, one thing's being desperate, another being's a prick." Hibiki sweatdropped.

"What if we just cut the insults then?" Ichika asked.

"Hm... Sure, good enough." Harui shrugged.

"If that's how far we need to go to crawl out of the bottom... Let's do it. Let's beat some kids." Hibiki smirked.

"I'll call them stupid brats regardless of us fighting or not." Ichika sighed, showing a small smile afterwards.

"In that case... Team Gits, let's go get us some points!" Taro snapped his fingers.

The bell announcing the start of the Fighting Festival begun.

"Holy shit, did you see that?! I snapped my fingers right before the bell rung! That was so cool, holy crap!!"

"Dude, you sound like a little kid..." Hibiki sweatdropped with a small chuckle.

Now that the Fighting Festival was officially underway and the Team Gits meeting with their advisor was over, Hibiki, Ichika and Taro walked out of the room and into the fight, each wearing their distinctive styles of Desire Specs.

Ichika had some normal black-framed glasses, Hibiki had a pair of sunglasses that made him look like part of a gang because of course, and Taro didn't had any glasses at all, his Desire Specs were a whole ass metal visor with three horizontal red lens. That thing was big enough to cover his forehead for crying out loud!

But then they ran into a problem almost immediately.

Taro's plan of casually going through Heiwa without being bothered fell flat right away, because there was a team already waiting for them, and by waiting, I mean outright camping near their meeting room to jump them.

"Heya, kouhais!" Izumi waved.

It was Team Narration, featuring the objectively best girl of the extended universe Izumi and her two japanese-russian friends Yasahiro and Mutsuki! Screw Maki and his shitty Maelstrom, this is best girl season, woot woot!

"Hm... Hibiki, I seem to have forgotten about a thing." Taro said.

"Was that thing the chance of something thinking we're worth some points?" Hibiki asked, already drawing some old thread from his pocket to go to town on Taro.

"You absolute fucking idiots..." Ichika sighed, dragging her hand down her face. "Hey Izumi..."

"What's good, Ichika? So... We are here to fight you guys!"

"Neither of us agreed to this..." Yasahiro sweatdropped.

"Honestly, your weak points are too out in the open, Izumi-chan..." Mutsuki shook her head in disappointment.

"Oh you two eat crap, what the hell do you want with us?! We ain't worth shit, go annoy some team that actually does something!" Ichika exclaimed.

"Rude, but true." Hibiki nodded.

"They're correct. You're a good team with success both inside and outside the MGP. Coming for Team Gits is such a bad plan that calling it a standard bad idea would be an insult to proper bad ideas. Don't you have your dad's audio biography to go narrate or something, Izumi-senpai?" Taro asked.

"Ahah, this is awkward... I don't want to fight my cute kouhais... But Maki's holding Papa-san's notebook hostage, so I don't have a choice!" Izumi cried.

Nikaido and Izumi sharing rooms may ruin some of the recordings, but Maki is outright a detriment to this production. Izuru should really have pulled out that time.

"Izumi-chan... Why would you just admit it like that?" Mutsuki asked, sweatdropping.

"I'm sorry..."

"Tch, that little failed abortion's asking for a stink bomb in his christmas present this year..." Ichika clicked her tongue.

"Oho? Hm... HA HA!" Taro snapped his fingers. "So, the leader of Team Heaven blackmailed you into fighting us, Team Narration? I guess we don't need to use defamation anymore, because this is a clear sign they're targeting us! Come on, you three name your price and I'll bribe you!"

"That's against the rules in so many ways, Mikazuchi-kun..." Yasahiro sweatdropped. "Let me be clear about this. We don't like the idea of having to fight you, you're our kouhais and we want to support you, but one of our teammate's being held at gun point, regardless of how utterly idiotic that gun is."

"I'm sorry..." Izumi sniffed.

"We're sorry, but we'll have to fight you, Ichika-chan, Taro-kun, Hibiki-kun." Mutsuki said, tossing her ID Medal up and catching it.

"Interesting proposition, senpais... But you forgot one thing! We're right by the stairs!" Taro laughed.

Yeah, the stairs to the next floor were right between the two teams.

"Oh, they are. Guess we'll just run away from them until we get them off our backs then." Ichika shrugged, looking at the stairs.

"No, it's extremely easy to catch up to someone if you're going up the stairs." Hibiki deadpanned.

"We'll do two steps at a time."

"That makes it easier for them to catch up."

"Three steps it is."

"What? No, my plan isn't running away." Taro said, looking back at his teammates. "I texted the guys and asked them to be our bodyguards."

"Huh, what?" Mutsuki asked.

And then bam, Ichijou, Sawa and Miho jumped off the stairs and landed between the two teams, except for Miho, who landed on her ass!

"OUCHIE! My half italian ass..." Miho weeped as she got up with Sawa's help. "I dreamed of a similar sensation but caused in a different way..."

"Couldn't you just... Have kept that to yourself?" Sawa sweatdropped.

"You three get moving. We may be no Team Heaven, but we can still handle the senpais." Ichijou said, giving his friends a small thumbs up. "I'll make these guys see the scrubs they are."

"H-he said the uncle Ichigo thing, yay..." Miho groaned, rubbing her ass. "Ow, I think I cracked my ass..."

"Isn't it supposed to be though?" Hibiki asked.

"Nobody can beat you before me, so you better not lose against whatever Heaven asshole you fight, you dirty protagonist!" Sawa grinned, looking back at Ichika, who straight up was more focused on her phone. "OI!"

"You know what...? Yeah, Hano is good enough, I can just blackmail Maki into giving me back the notebook, it's about time Papa-san and Mama-san he's into the vice principal, so who gives a shit." Izumi shrugged like the best girl he is.

"Thanks, you three. We'll pay you back from this one some day." Hibiki nodded.

"Oh I know how you can pay back to me, Hibikun... Teehee." Miho grinned.

"Oi, stop that..." Ichijou sweatdropped. "You senpais can pick your opponents, we're fine regardless."

"In that case, I'd like to fight Ansei-san. Even though I don't see people for their parents, I have to admit that I want to fight the daughter of Megallanica's branch manager." Yasahiro said.

"So Sawa-chan and who else?" Mutsuki asked.

"Huh? What do you mean who else? I want to fight Ansei-san, you guys can pick someone else."

"Y-you sure you don't want to do a tag fight?! But I really wanted to fight with you, Yasahiro-niee-sama..." She weeped, hugging her brother's arms tightly.

"Oi, get off me, Mutsuki..."

"Dammit..." Hibiki sighed, tossing a coin over to Ichika, who caught it by clapping her hands.

"Told you she was a hardcore brocon." Ichika smirked.

"That's a good thing, they're known for being the best twins in the whole MGP, so good thing we don't gotta fight them together!" Sawa grinned, slamming his fist on her palm.

"That's right. We're the strongest twin duo in all of the MGP! And not just because we're the only one!" Yasahiro declared.

"Oh oh, can I fight Mutsuki-senpai?!" Miho asked.

"Huh, you sure?" Ichijou asked.

"Yeah I'm sure, what about it?"

"I mean... You play Prison... She plays Meteors... Not exactly your best match up."

"Oh please, like that'll mean anything!"

Miho lost turn 3.

"Hey Taro?" Hibiki said.

"What is it?" Taro replied.

"Why the hell are we still here?! Get moving, assholes!" Ichika deadpanned, shoving the two boys towards the stairs.

"What she said."

"Understandable. HA HA! NOT EVEN THE SENPAIS COULD THWART TEAM GITS' RESOLVE TODAY! COME, LET'S GO FIND THOSE BRATS AND SHOW THEM WHO LEARNED HOW TO READ FIRST!" The rich man laughed, running up the stairs.

But then they ran into another big team when they reached the top!

Christ, learn to check the coast first, you hormonal idiots.

They came across Team Trick Lily's resident terrible roommate who keeps storing her undies in your drawer just to flex she got Mama-san's genetics, Nikaido; the walking and breathing evidence of Masao somehow scoring a girl, Kahono; and Gentoku, who has done an amazing job at avoiding being cucked by a Sawada like his dad.

"Shit!" Ichika growled. "Your stupid plan keeps getting us in problems with the big leagues!"

"No no, these are the guys who don't do anything." Taro deadpanned. 

"If Team Heaven got the senpais on their payroll through Izumi-senpai, what makes you think they couldn't do the same through Nikaido?" Hibiki asked.

"Hm. Good point. Shit!"

"Huh? Is class over already...?" Nikaido asked, looking at the Team Gits trio with a confused look.

"You really need to stop falling sleeping all the time, Nikaido-chan..." Kahono sweatdropped. "We aren't here for you, you dropout losers!"

"Silly Kahono, for course we are. We talked about this earlier." Gentoku chuckled with his hands in his pockets. "But we aren't here to fight you guys. My cousin Kaito asked us for a favour, so we might aswell help his team out. The entire goal was to tell you guys where they were after if you beat Izumi-chan's team, but this works too."

"Works too? You boy slut and manwhore, they didn't do jack shit, don't tell these retards anything! Gosh, I knew you were a useless piece of shit the day I met you! This team's just fine being me and Nikaido-chan by ourselves, so get moving, beardo!"

Ah, she talks just as much shit as her dad... The irony of lineage. Kahono's walking the stairway to being the greatest Discord mod the world has ever seen...

Wait, I think she called Nikaido by kitten once too...

"Why? You know I got your back, Kahono-chan. Afterall, I'd be a terrible uncle if I didn't lay my life down protecting my niece!" Gwntoku laughed.

"Geh... Call me your niece one more time and I'll skin you alive!"

"Will you two... JUST GET TO THE POINT ALREADY?! EITHER SAY THE STUPID SHIT YOU CAME HERE TO SAY OR THROW YOURSELVES OUT OF A WINDOW!" Ichika shouted, grinding her teeth.

'Ah. The temper gauge reached its limit.' Taro and Hibiki thought, accepting they may not see their families after today.

"Maki's on the roof, Misora-chan's in the school gym, and Kaito is behind the school..." Nikaido yawned.

"My, my, so it would seem Team Heaven is truly going out of its way to fight us. I wonder why... But like, who cares, we just gotta beat them and call it a day." Taro shrugged.

"You two go do all the work, dealing with my cousin's crap is the last thing I wanna do..." Ichika sighed.

"We're a team for a reason..." Hibiki sweatdropped. "So you guys really aren't participating on the MGP side of the Fighting Festival?"

"Why would we? We rank higher than any of the other losers here, fighting them would be the MGP equivalent of begging for change, so like, screw them." Kahono cackled.

"Fighting outside the school helps keeping out team's skill level hidden too..." Nikaido nodded. "Kahono-chan, let's go, I want to take a nap..."

"Yeah! Let's get away from this loser morons before their loser dropout moron factor rubs on us and make us be as big of losers as- OW OW OW OW!"

"My stupid brother-in-law raised you poorly." Gentoku chuckled with a smile, all while pulling Kahono's ear. "Sportsmanship is the key to success. It's also how you avoid angry asakusans beating you to a pulp. Anyway, that's all we wanted with you guys, so we're gonna bounce now. Good luck, pals."

"You're a truly weird guy, Gentoku." Taro smirked, snapping his fingers. "You joined one of the better teams in Tsukuyomi years after its creation, and yet, you don't focus on the MGP alot."

"What can I say? I got a good dad and mom, so there's nothing the MGP could get me that'd change my life. That's why I prefer to follow Nikaido-chan."

"Loser!" Kahono coughed.

"Oi, oi, we get it, now drop it before I call your grandpa here." Hibiki deadpanned.

"Guh?! P-p-p-please don't, I'll be nice, I-i swear, anyone but gramps Endo-san, his scoldings are the worst!" She cried.

With those three out of the way, Hibiki, Ichika and Taro walked towards the stairway at the center of the school. As it was the midway point in the paths that lead to where their opponents were, they stopped for a brief team meeting.

"Ichika, Hibiki, I'll be quick with this." Taro said, looking at his teammates. "Let's end Team Gits here and now."

"I chose this stupid thing over staying at home, joke about calling it quits and I'll break your goddamn kneecaps!" Ichika deadpanned.

"Huh, no." Hibiki sweatdropped. "What the hell made you say that?"

"It's something all successful teams must go through. First they doubt themselves, but after proclaiming their resolve and bonds, they move forward, better than ever!"

"Where the hell did you read something as stupid as that?!" The girl asked.

"In the latest chapter of "Is It Wrong to Make a Harem Of God Slaves?". The lead and his friends go through a bad moment and begin to question if they should remain together, and yet, after declaring their resolve to each other and looking back on their bond, they move forward stronger than ever! HA HA! THAT'S THE MAKINGS OF A GREAT TEAM RIGHT THERE!" Taro laughed, snapping his fingers.

"But we never doubted ourselves, so what was this for..." Hibiki sweatdropped. "Although... It's a nice morale boost, I guess."

"And I got one more! At moments like this, when a team splits up to go fight different people, promising their victory as they talk about their goals and ambitions is the key to an amazing win! Or at least, for a fight that gets animated with a good OST later on. I'll start!"

Taro extended his fist.

"My dream is to find my grandfather! I'll reach the apex of the Messiah Grand Prix he created and find the person responsible for his disappearance, and then, I'll find him aswell!"

"G-geez, this is so stupid, how is neither of you noticing it..." Ichika muttered, awkwardly scratching her arm. She began blushing. "B-but if I really have to... My dream is to... M-my dream is to... Be a magic girl again."

Oh boy.

Not only was that the first time Hibiki and Taro had seen Ichika act flustered in the entire time they've known each other, hell, this was the first time they had seen her blush as a whole, but then she just revealed her dream without any form of a context, something that would have been great to have!

They couldn't even decide on how to react, so they just stared at Ichika like idiots,

"Oi, stop looking at me like that, I'll kill you both!"

"I-i mean... Some context would have been great right about now..." Hibiki said.

"Again...?" Taro asked.

"Yes, again! Geez, this is why I never tell you guys anything... Oh forgot it, just pretend I never said anything!"

"No, please, tell us something, the curiosity is eating me from the inside!" The rich man exclaimed.

"Yeah, you can't just drop a bomb like that and not eleborate! Some people dream of being rich, others of using silk in their creations, but being a magic girl again is too out of left field!" Hibiki nodded.

"F-fine..." Ichika sighed and looked away from the two. "I huh... I-i got into magic girls when I was a kid... Like, alot... Like, I spent all the time thinking about how much I wanted to be one... And then I managed to score the lead role in a live action magic girl show... I balanced the show and school really well... B-but then... You know... W-well, I don't exactly look like magic girl material right now, do I?!"

"Umu umu, the curse of growing breasts. Regardless of how small they are, they are not the image of a magic girl. Truly, we live in a rotten society." Taro nodded, and then got punched in the face. "That was rude."

"J-just drop the subject! Pretend you never heard anything! If this leaves this group, I'll kill you both!" Ichika growled, extending her fist. "Let's just get this done with..."

"Roger. What about you, Hibiki? What's your dream?"

"M-my dream? Hm... I never thought of that... A new needle case wouldn't be that bad..." Hibiki hummed, rubbing his chin.

"Dream big or don't dream at all, idiot!" Ichika deadpanned.

"Hm..."

Hibiki gave it some thought, and then extended his fist, joining his teammates.

"I don't have a dream, so I'll protect your dreams instead."

"Alright, Team Gits! You know what's our goal!" Taro exclaimed.

The three team members glanced at each other, all with a small smirk, and went their different ways. Then, they yelled it out.

"Let's go beat some kids in a card game!"