I Died and Became a Hollow, But I Get Stronger by Being an Idiot Chapter 96: The Bone Circle Football Tournament (And My Refe
I had a brilliant idea. Or so I thought.
"GRUAAHH!"
[Baraggan translated dryly: "He wants to create so kind of football tournant."]
Everyone blinked at . Football? What was that? None of the Bone Circle mbers had any clue about the ga — except . I barely understood it either, but that didn't stop .
The rules were simple, or at least what I guessed:
Each mber of the Bone Circle had to create a football team. But it wasn't just any team — every team had to be made up entirely of Gillians. The Bone Circle mber who made the team would be the manager, responsible for controlling the chaos of the Gillians.
The tournant would take place deep in nos Forest, where the trees were dense and the shadows long. And ? I'd be the referee.
"GRUAAHH!"
[Baraggan: "He's the referee, but he barely understands the ga."]
Everyone looked both excited and confused. Yammy stretched his giant arms and grinned. Kukkapūro yipped happily from Aizen's shoulder. Grimmjow narrowed his eyes, sizing up the competition.
Teams were quickly ford:
Aizen's team: Small but cunning Gillians, ready to outsmart anyone.
Yammy's team: Big, brutish Gillians who just wanted to smash stuff.
Baraggan's team: Silent but deadly Gillians, disciplined and ruthless.
Grimmjow's team: Fast and agile Gillians, perfect for sneaky plays.
Shawlong Koufang's team: Fierce and fiery Gillians.
Edrad Liones' team: Stealthy and tactical Gillians.
Yylfordt Granz's team: Tough and unyielding Gillians.
Di Roy Rinker's team: Energetic and unpredictable Gillians.
Nakeem Grindina's team: Loud and aggressive Gillians.
My team: Well, I mostly just roared and tried to figure out how to referee.
The tournant kicked off with a chaotic explosion of yelling, roaring, and Gillians crashing into each other. Since I was the referee, it was my job to keep things "fair." But honestly, I barely knew what a foul was.
I quickly discovered one thing: I was the most unfair referee in history.
Every ti a team scored a goal, I'd pretend I didn't see it. When Yammy's team tried to shove other Gillians off the field, I'd cheer them on. When Aizen's team tried to sneakily move the ball with their tiny claws, I'd call it "illegal" and give the ball away.
"GRUAAH!"
[Baraggan: "He kept making ridiculous calls that made no sense. The others were furious."]
At one point, I declared that the ball was out of bounds even though it was clearly still in play, giving a free kick to my own team (which barely existed). The Bone Circle mbers' patience wore thin.
Yammy stord over, towering and angry.
"What kind of joke referee are you?"
Grimmjow snarled,
"You're making this a farce. We're wasting ti."
Baraggan's cold voice cut in,
"Your 'refereeing' is embarrassing. You're ruining the whole tournant."
One by one, the Bone Circle mbers confronted , their Gillians standing ready to follow orders if I didn't fix the chaos I caused.
"GRUAAH!"
[Baraggan translated: "He says he's trying his best."]
But it was clear. No one trusted . The tournant never really got past the first round before the argunts exploded.
Finally, frustrated and furious, the Bone Circle turned on . They chased through nos Forest, shouting and growling.
Yammy's massive hands grabbed first, lifting off the ground. Grimmjow's claws raked dangerously close. Baraggan sighed in exasperation.
"You wanted to be referee? Fine. Let's see how well you do under pressure."
I roared, trying to hold my ground, but I was outmatched. I got a solid beating from the Bone Circle mbers — not because I was a bad fighter, but because I was the worst referee ever.
Afterward, I lay panting on the forest floor.
"GRUUH…"
[Baraggan: "Next ti, maybe leave the refereeing to soone who knows the rules."]
I groaned in agreent.
The Bone Circle football tournant ended abruptly — not with a winner, but with nursing my bruises and a very angry group of Gillians and their managers.
At least now everyone knew: I should never be referee again.
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