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06. 𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘵

"𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄!"

Adonis and Team Z stood together in the locker room, the previous laughter and joking now silcened, suprised at the sudden shout.

"This team is already one loss from the end!" Kuon spoke, his passion evident in his voice.

He lectured them on the structure of the tournament, bringing light to the severity of the situation.

Kuon wasn't very kind about it, but he wasn't wrong. The team was laughing and joking but their careers were on the verge of ending.

"The goal I got wouldn't have been possible without Isagi and Bachira, I think thats a key to winning." Kunigami spoke, cutting through the talk.

Met by multiple different reactions, Team Z starts piling different ideas together, trying to figure out the key to success.

Isagi speaks for the first time, explaining the idea of rebuilding from zero and saying that what they needed was someone to crate a "one" with overwhelming individuality and talent.

Unbeknownst to them, the tv clicks on, displaying the face of Jinpachi Ego, a wicked grin sat upon it.

"You're getting warmer, you lumps of talent."

—

Weapons in football, a crazy concept to anyone who wasn't well educated about the sport.

Individual skills that help players excel at what they do best. Every player needed one.

There were people like Loki who used their speed, or like Lavinho who used dribbling, or even Noel Noa, who used his god gifted abilities—his ambidexterity.

It had been a few days since Ego had spoke to them about weapons, the team now crowded in their room, discussing the topic.

"My weapon is dribbling."

"My weapon is my incredible shooting technique, and my motto is "sexy soccer."

"Mine is...tackling, I guess."

"Mine is getting behind the enemy!"

"Mine is, probably that I'm an all-rounder."

"Mine is my relentless spirit."

"My left leg shooting powers."

"Speed and technique!"

"Mine is jumping power. Next, Isagi?" Kuon spoke.

"My weapon? ahh I wonder..."

The team suggests multiple ideas on what Isagi's weapon may be, his discontent with the ideas obvious as he shot them down.

What type of striker would he be if his ability was based off of passing? He'd be fraudulent, he'd never become the best.

"Okay, Isagi is thinking. Next is Chigiri."

"I don't wanna say."

"Hey!? Dont chicken out on us!"

More chatter erupts as Raichi adds in, saying for them to leave the selfish princess alone and move on.

"Okay, last is...Akito."

They each look at the tall man, who is laid in his futon, his eyes closed with his arms crossed over them.

Adonis takes a moment to think, wondering about what to tell them.

"Well, I guess my ability is being able to use both of my feet. But I'm also pretty tall."

"Ambidexterity?" A voice asks.

He nods his head in return, confirming the question he was asked without moving from his position.