They both reached the next town.
Benji sat on a public bench in the nearby park.
Cynus put his skateboard on the ground and also sat on a bench.
"What do we do next ?" said by Cynus
"Should we make a club ?" replied by Benji
Cynus was silent for a moment.
Then—
"Alright we will make a club."
A pause
"But, You will be the leader"
Benji blinked.
Slightly surprised.
"What?.. Why?"
Cynus smiles a little.
"Don't over thing kid, I just don't like the formalities of a leader"
"I will only fight"
The words landed simply.
Clearly.
Benji stayed silent.
then—
Benji nodded.
"I should not expect anything from you."
Their eyes met.
No challenge.
No ego.
Just understanding.
Cynus smirked.
"Leader."
He extended his fist.
Benji raised his—
And bumped it.
A quiet impact.
Agreement sealed.
Night came.
A small campfire burned.
Cynus tossed a stick into the flames.
"What will be our club name?"
Benji thought for a moment.
"ELITE FIGHTERS."
Cynus glanced at him.
"…Logo?"
"A simple 'X'." replied by Benji
A pause.
Then—
Cynus smiled.
"This will be fun."
The fire crackled softly.
Cynus leaned back.
Looking at the sky.
Benji stared into the flames.
"Next will be the OFC."
Cynus let out a small breath.
"Sunpeak City, huh."
Morning arrived.
Two silhouettes stepped onto the road.
Moving towards the city.
Cynus rolled beside him on his skateboard.
Benji walked steadily.
"So… what's the plan, leader?" asked by Cynus
Benji didn't answer immediately.
His eyes were fixed on the distance.
A sign board came : Sunpeak City
"We have to go to the OFC" Benji said
The city was same as before
Suddenly a group of girls looked at Cynus
And just starts liking him because of his looks.
Cynus also starts waving them.
"You are popular in girls." said by Benji
"Seems someone is jealous." a taunt from Cynus
"I am no jealous.." said by Benji in a annoyed way
Soon they both reach the branch
And entered.
Inside, the atmosphere shifted completely.
Wide halls. Clean floors. Screens displaying rankings, Fights etc.
Benji's eyes moved across everything, quietly analyzing.
Cynus leaned against a wall, relaxed as ever.
Benji moved for the staff desk.
At a desk stood a woman—calm, composed.
"Yes sir, how can I help you?" she asked.
"I want to make my own team" Benji replied.
She looked up
"Can I have your Fighter ID."
Benji gave her.
Her fingers moved across the keyboard.
"Should I explain you all the rules?"
"Sure." replied by Benji
She nodded, and a holographic screen appeared in front of them.
TEAM REGULATIONs
"Minimum two members. Maximum ten."
"Official leagues require uniforms," she continued. "A team uniform must contains the team's logo and the colors used in the leaders uninform"
"Uniform types like jackets, hoodies can vary member to member"
"That's all"
"What will be your team's name?"
"Elite Fighters." Benji replied
She entered it without hesitation.
"Leader designation?"
Cynus immediately looked at Benji.
No words. No doubt.
Benji met his eyes.
"Me."
The manager nodded.
"Members?"
"Only we two," Cynus said.
She nodded
"For unforms, you have to give a design to me." the manager asked.
Benji nodded and gave the design for both of them.
A sharp, structured jacket.
A loose, comfortable hoodie
"Alright. They will be prepared next morning." she said.
Benji nodded
Cynus smirked slightly.
"When did you even prepare that?"
Benji didn't look at him.
"When you were sleeping."
"…Huh."
Moments later—
"Registration complete."
"Team League access unlocked for you two."
She held out her hand.
And asked Cynus for his Id too.
He handed it.
A brief update.
A quiet system shift.
Then she returned them.
Both glanced down.
Something had changed.
Same identities.
Same fighters.
But now—
Connected.
One team.
Elite Fighters.
Benji—Leader.
Finally, they leave the place and both got outside for a little training
Or maybe a little fight.