After being outside in the hallway for thirty minutes, Jay had eventually returned to where the others were gathered.
He spotted Joe, who had brought everyone some snacks. The scene looked like some kind of important, secret meeting taking place in the back of the classroom.
Jay couldn’t help but think, if only the rest of the school knew what they were actually discussing. Though, eventually, word about what was happening would spread to everyone. That much was inevitable.
"Alright," Jay announced as he entered, clapping his hands together. "Not only have I called up everyone who’s going to be part of this, I also started the rumor mill."
He smirked as he continued. "Word about the bout happening at Glass Dean Park tomorrow evening is out. By now, it’s already spreading fast. It’ll reach the ears of every school in Brinhurst. I’m sure just about everyone will show up to check it out."
Joe leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. "So have you thought about how we’re actually going to do this?" he asked. "You want to fight Clapton and their whole alliance, right? There are five schools total in that alliance. Are we seriously going to bring everyone along?"
Max leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, lost in thought. His mind drifted back to his old gang days.
There were times, whether among organized groups or street gangs, where disputes were handled in a similar fashion. Usually, one would request a higher power to oversee it, a syndicate or some kind of organized group, if it was between street gangs.
But this time, there was no such higher authority. Which was why he wanted all the other schools to be there. To bear witness.
"The other schools on the West Side," Max began, speaking slowly as he collected his thoughts. "I don’t think they’ll just stand by if something goes wrong during the bout."
"The way we propose this... it’ll sound fair to everyone." He locked eyes with Joe, making sure they all understood the stakes.
"At that point, the other schools would never trust, or allow, such a thing if one side were to back out or try to trick the other. Another alliance would form, and it would completely eliminate the side that broke the deal. At least, that’s what I think will happen."
"As for the fight," Max continued, his voice steady, "since they have five schools in their alliance, we’ll ask them to send out their five strongest fighters, on one condition. One of them has to be a girl."
He paused for a moment to let that sink in, then went on.
"As for our side, we’ll do the same. Konsoon will send one, Seaton will send one, and since we’re leading the Bloodline group, we’ll send out three."
At that, Max pointed toward Joe and Jay.
"Me? You want me to take part in this?" Joe asked, his finger jabbing at his own chest, eyes wide.
"But this is such a big deal! It could decide the entire future of the group! Why are you picking me? Can’t you get Wolf to pretend to be a student again? Or maybe Steven could pull it off, if he dressed better, shaved, and got plastic surgery to take ten years off!"
Max couldn’t help but chuckle at Joe’s frantic response.
"It has to be you, Joe," Max said firmly. "First off, you’re one of the Rangers. As a Ranger, you’re paid the most out of everyone, and you’re one of the leaders of the Bloodline group."
He glanced around the room, making sure Joe was listening.
"To show everyone what you’re capable of, and to show the power of the real Bloodline group. Not borrowed power."
And that had been before he started taking his training seriously.

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