A muscular girl is presented to the passionate world of crossover anime.

But thanks to those words, the Deimon team reunited, everyone focused and ready for their final attack... The same goes for Kyojin. Although it was just a high school sports competition, everyone had worked very hard to get to this point. At this critical moment, one step forward or one step back could mean the difference between heaven and earth in the blink of an eye, so there was no room for the slightest negligence.

"Set, Hut!"

The final attack began, and the process was very simple: Kanon went to kick the ball, the members of the Kyokushin team tried to rush over to block her, and the members of the Deimon team formed a human wall to block Kanon.

Among the players of the Giant Deep team, the fastest, the highest jumper, and the closest to Kanon was Mizumachi. As expected of a talented player, Mizumachi unleashed amazing physical strength, leaping high to knock away the ball kicked by Kanon. However, in mid-air, Mizumachi suddenly tilted his body. It turned out that Daikichi Koyuki rushed out from the side and crashed into him from the waist.

Xiaojie's height is a major disadvantage, and he certainly can't compete with Mizumachi in high jump, but he is not at a disadvantage in speed. After accelerating, he is like a cannonball, crashing into Mizumachi and causing him to lose his balance. He can only watch helplessly as the ball flies over his head and steadily clears the deep goal.

"Goal! 3 points! 10-12! Time's up! Game over! Mudgate team wins!"

Author's Note: Merry Christmas Eve...

Section 293, Chapter 290: Be a Master of Control, Kanon!

The whistle blew loudly, and the mood of the Mud Gate team members also soared. Everyone cheered and jumped for joy, beginning to celebrate their victory.

Conversely, the Deep Sea Poseidon players ended their tournament journey, and for many of them, their high school athletic careers also came to an end, leaving them in tears.

Jun found Sena and praised and encouraged her.

Mizumachi found Sumire, patted her on the back, and said nothing. Sumire, however, looked at Mizumachi and exclaimed, "It's so hot!"

"What do you mean by 'so hot'?" Monta and the three Haha brothers asked curiously. None of them understood "Power Language," so Kurita explained, "The summary just now said: 'What an exhilarating match! I never thought the difference in our physiques would be a disadvantage for me; it's just that we have different types of weapons. But aside from being taller, Mizumachi, you're really amazing. However, I won't lose to you in terms of fighting spirit! We both hope the team will win...'"

Uh, power language, yeah, really good.

Hanon was probably the calmest member of the Deimon team, including the substitutes. She had experienced the feeling of winning the final elimination tournament, and then she was attacked by an assassin inexplicably during the match. Not only was she injured, but the assassin also escaped, which naturally affected her mood.

Miho was waving enthusiastically from the stands. Kanon nodded. "I'm so tired today, it's time to go home..."

However, to Kanon's slight surprise, the Deimon team suddenly rushed over, hugged Kanon who was hiding behind her mask and usually acted aloof, and tossed her into the air: "The great hero of the victory, hooray!"

"Ouch, ouch, be gentle..." Hanon wanted to laugh, but her ribs were aching, and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry... But she did receive this warmth from the group, and it felt pretty good.

Watching the Deimon team celebrate wildly, the other teams watching the game also became secretly alert. They noticed the kicker who appeared at the last moment: "Deimon's Lightspeed Masked Man 23... With a reliable kicker, Deimon's attacking power is even stronger now."

Especially the Western Wild Gunners, Captain Kidd took a deep breath: "The next opponent is Deemon, that's a tough opponent indeed."

Well, those are things for the future. Let's enjoy today and put aside the troubles of tomorrow for now...

What day was it? It was a bright autumn day, with clear skies and crisp air, the perfect time for sports meets to be held at middle schools across Japan.

Nimon is no exception. Unlike ordinary schools, the sports meet here is not organized by class, but by two teams, red and white, to compete against each other. The situation always turns into a chaotic farce, but it also promotes friendly exchanges between students from different classes.

There's a game next weekend, and the American football team needs to practice, so Kanon is no exception. After class, she went to the lounge and saw Hiruma looking at the Red and White team's group list.

"Only me, Baldy, and my stinky assistant are on the White Team?" Hiruzen looked at the list, searching for each person's name: "Ah, I see, Miss Stinky is also on the White Team! Hehehe, this is going to be interesting."

"Ahem." Hanon felt extremely uneasy: "Hiruma, this is purely a personal intuition, but I feel like you're radiating an aura of an evil plan..."

"Hmm?" Hiruma turned his head, and as expected, Kanon saw his signature devilish smile on his face—"Of course there's a conspiracy."

"You naughty young lady, you'd better do your best at the sports meet tomorrow!"

In fact, it wasn't just Kanon who worked hard the next day. The players from the Deimon team who had been transferred to the Red Team were greeted with a terrifying sight upon arriving at the venue—the White Team members were all staring at them with menacing expressions. Hiruma announced, "If you're on the Red Team and lose to our White Team, you'll face my severe punishment!"

"W-what punishment?"

Hiruzen pulled out a machine gun from somewhere and started firing into the air: "Hehehe, there's no point in saying more. This sports meet is crucial for us against Tokyo's strongest team, the Western Wild Gunners!"

"The key? The crucial point?" Everyone was puzzled by Hiruma's arrangement. What did a sports meet have to do with American football? But the words had already been spoken, and everyone was intimidated by Hiruma's ferocity. They dared not accept that ridiculous "punishment" and could only do their best to win.

Raimon Taro quietly nudged Sena: "Thank goodness, Hiruma is terrifying, but the team with the best physical abilities are all on the Red Team. We can't possibly lose."

Monta and Sena didn't see it, or rather, they would have ignored it even if they had. A petite figure appeared in the White Team's camp, which was naturally Kanon.

Throughout Deimon High School, only Hiruma and Kurita knew Kanon's true identity. To everyone else, Kanon was just an ordinary rich girl. Many even thought that she was just participating in the "commoners' sports meet" for the novelty and excitement. They were quite tolerant of Kanon's initiative to sign up for various events and agreed to all of them.

The first event was tug-of-war. The red team was naturally composed of players from the American football team's offense and defense, while the white team consisted mainly of sumo wrestlers, with Kanon also joining in.

"Hey, there's a girl over there." The three Haha brothers saw Hana and gave her a disdainful and slightly lewd smile.

"We will, we will win!" This time, Xiaojie didn't need to use the power word; everyone understood what he meant.

Hanon simply stood in the middle of the white team's tug-of-war, looking all sweet and innocent: "Good luck, everyone~"

The substitute teacher blew the whistle: "Toot—the tug-of-war begins!"

"One, two, three, go!" The red team's mud gate attack and defense line suddenly exerted force and immediately gained the upper hand. It seemed that the white team members on the other side were all staggering and falling, and victory was just around the corner. However, this feeling only lasted for a second. The white team's rope suddenly stopped moving. It was as if something had taken root in the ground and remained motionless.

"What's going on?! Are the sumo wrestlers really that strong?" Not only were the Red Team members puzzled, but even the White Team spectators were curious. The Deimon sumo team was clearly very weak...

But reality is reality. The white team overcame their initial panic, pulled on the rope again, and gradually pulled the red team toward them until they won.

"Damn it, what a bad start!" The members of the Mud Gate attack and defense line were frustrated, feeling that all their previous death march had been for nothing... At this moment, Hanon came over and offered a few words of comfort: "Hey, the Red Team did a great job~ Keep up the good work in the next match."

"Ah~ this young lady is so nice." The audience's evaluation of Hanon is rising. In their opinion, Hanon is just riding on her teammates' coattails. What role can a weak woman play in a tug-of-war?

Well, Kanon played a crucial role. If she hadn't transferred the force to the ground at the critical moment, the White Team would have lost in the very first second. The Deimon American Football Club's offense and defense were incredibly strong, and tug-of-war relies heavily on friction, which put Kanon at a disadvantage. Their eventual victory was somewhat lucky, thankfully the White Team's sumo club wasn't completely hopeless.

Wiping away her sweat, Hanon remembered Hiruma's request—to keep the score as even as possible and move on to the final event, the horseback riding battle. She didn't want the Red Team to become complacent or discouraged; she wanted to practice her tactics against the Western Team in that match.

"Being a master of crowd control... is not easy."

Section 294, Chapter 291: Uncle, how old are you?

The second event of the sports meet was a ball-throwing competition. The school found a bunch of small balls for everyone to throw into the net. This was Kanon's forte. Moreover, with a large group of people rushing to the playground to throw balls, there was no need to worry about standing out too much when mixed in with the main group. Before long, Kanon had thrown in over a hundred balls, and the White Team was far ahead.

Just as Hanon was hesitating whether to let the Red Team catch up, the Red Team had already come up with a solution—they collected hundreds of small balls, packed them into a large package, and then had Sumi hold up Sena, who in turn held up Monta, who then dunked the ball into the net.

"Wow, is that even possible?"

Everyone was stunned, but the next second something even more astonishing happened: the flagpole with the net hanging on it couldn't support the goalkeeper's weight and collapsed.

It's fallen, it's fallen, it's fallen...

Everyone frantically moved the flagpole and pulled out Sena and Menta. The red team scored zero points again, and Kanon's plan to control the game fell through once more.

In the chaos, Kanon found Hiruma and patted him on the shoulder: "Ahem, I think I won't participate in the next match... I'm afraid the Red Team will collapse."

"Whatever." Hiruma's expression was calm, but inwardly he was cursing, "This brat is totally making things worse. I let her control the situation, and it turned into a complete rout..."

Hanon herself was quite embarrassed, so she simply stopped playing. Instead, the red team managed to regain some points, and the two sides entered a decisive game with a close score—ahem, a horse-riding battle. Meanwhile, Hanon had already run to the small platform outside the playground to rest.

"What a bunch of overly enthusiastic teenagers," Hanon said, a little frustrated. "It seems like I was just making things worse."

"It's really exciting... I envy it." At this moment, an older man who was also watching the students' competition casually sat down next to Hanon: "What's wrong, little girl, are you tired so quickly?"

He was a middle-aged man wearing a headscarf and with a rather mature appearance, probably in his thirties or forties. Most female students would probably be a little scared, but Kanon was no ordinary girl; on the contrary, she got along quite well with this kind of man.

"I'm mentally exhausted...and a bit bored."

"Boring? Actually, the horseback battle scene below is quite interesting." The uncle pointed out to Hana: "The Deemen American football team is practicing tactics. Next, they'll be playing against the Western Wild Gunners! The Western team is good at shotgun tactics with quick passing and receiving. What Deemen is practicing now is to quickly ram the enemy, causing the receiver to lose balance, thereby disrupting the Western team's offensive rhythm."

"Huh?" Hanon suddenly realized, "Uncle, you know a lot!" American football isn't a very popular sport in Japan, and there aren't many enthusiasts. I didn't expect that a random uncle who came by the roadside near the school would be an expert.

"Ahem, what uncle?" The man blushed. "Even though I'm on leave from school now, I'm still a student of Mud Sect... Hey, what's with that expression?"

Hua Yin was so shocked that her tongue almost stuck out: "I don't believe it! You look like you're eighteen?"

"I haven't had my birthday yet; theoretically, I'm only seventeen!"

Hua Yin gave a thumbs up: "Okay, that's good. Uncle, you really look mature."

"So why do you still call me uncle..." The uncle... no, that person blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed, and had to change the subject: "I used to be a member of the Demise Football Team."

"...What a coincidence." Hanon had no more words to describe it, considering that the Mud Gate team also had members who had fallen into civilian life: "Um, uncle, what position do you play?"

“Me?” The middle-aged man, no, the mature-looking teenager, straightened his face, his expression solemn and somewhat forlorn: “My name is Musashi Yan, and I used to be a kicker for Deimon.”

"Wow, another colleague..."

"Huh? What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything!" Kanon had no intention of revealing her identity to Musashi: "I'm just curious, why did you leave the team? I seem to have heard that the players from the Deimon team used to be very good."

"I..." Musashi suddenly stopped talking: "Hey, why am I telling you so much? I'm no longer a member of the American football team, and I can't even be considered a student of Deimon anymore. I'm here to repair the school building that Hiruma and his gang damaged. Once it's fixed, I should go back to the construction company."

Watching Musashi hurriedly walk away, Kanon scratched her head: "I didn't expect him to be such a tsundere uncle. You've successfully piqued my curiosity. Even if you don't tell me, I'll still look into it!"

Musashi drove his delivery truck straight to the hospital instead of returning to his own construction company.

In the parking lot, Musashi parked his car but didn't get out immediately. Instead, he sat in the car and rested for a while...

Musashi's reason for leaving Deimon was simple and practical—his father had fallen from a height and was injured. The injury, combined with long-term fatigue, led to a chronic illness that left him bedridden. The employees of Musashi's family's construction company were rather straightforward and had always relied heavily on Musashi's father's connections and networks. After his downfall, the company immediately fell into crisis and needed Musashi to support it. Therefore, he had no choice but to abandon his friendships and dreams, leave the American football team, return home to inherit the company, and shoulder the family's burden.

"When a man is about to bleed for someone else, it is a form of pity to stand by and watch him die." With these cool yet tragic words, Musashi walked away from Hiruma and Kurita.

"Every time I see Hiruma and the others practicing American football, I just can't calm myself down." Musashi patted his cheek. "I'm not in a position to demand these youthful passions right now. Musashi Architecture needs me to hold it together!"

After a while, Musashi composed himself, got out of the car, and went into the hospital.

"Oh my, Xiao Yan, when did you get such a beautiful girlfriend?" The head nurse at the hospital greeted Musashi with a smile. "Your dad will be very happy."

"What girlfriend?" Musashi didn't care, assuming the head nurse had mistaken him for someone else.

Then, when he entered his father's hospital room, he saw the girl he had just talked to sitting by his father's bedside, chatting and laughing with his old man.

"Huh? What are you doing here?"

Hana smiled brightly: "Of course I followed your car here."

"Following my car?" Musashi thought for a moment. "Could it be that they hid behind the truck? But I checked, and there's no one there..."

"Ahem, uncle, you know nothing about power." Hanon patted Musashi's shoulder with mature composure. She was still a little out of breath; she had been chasing Musashi all the way here using parkour and was genuinely quite tired.

But now for the main topic, Kanon changed the subject: "Hey, Uncle Musashi, how about you go back to Deimon and join the American football team? Leave the Musashi Construction Company business to me!"