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20. 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐔𝐌 was silent.

Uncharacteristic for any sporting event in the history of sports altogether.

That was the prescense Adonis Saint brought.

This could very well be his first official goal in nearly a decade, they were quite literally watching history unfold.

A living legend.

"𝗧𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗮𝘀 𝗔𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗶𝘀 𝗦𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝘂𝗽, 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁." One of the announcers spoke, even his voice hushed to match the atmosphere.

"𝗪𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲, 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁" The other continued, piggybacking off his coworker.

The silence was so undeniably loud, it was an unexplainable feeling.

Hearts pounding, ears ringing, breaths heavy. All what every spectator felt, even those on the field.

Everybody except Adonis.

"𝗦𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲... 𝗜𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗯𝗶𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁'𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻?" Once again, an announcer spoke, adding to the tension.

A whistle sounds, signifying the beginning of the play, as it feels like time stops for a moment.

The players on the pitch hold their breath as it begins, Adonis standing behind the ball, his hands on his hips as he takes slow breaths, slowly beginning his run

He planted hard with his right foot, opting to shoot with his left, his foot connecting with the ball.

He spins around, almost cinematic like, without even watching the shot go in, his figure almost menacing.

The two teams watch as Gagamaru makes a dive to his right, his eyes widening in horror as the ball smacks the crossbar straight down the middle, shooting downwards and landing just beyond the goal line before bouncing back out.

"PRESSURE?? WHAT PRESSURE!?"

The stadium erupts.

"PRESSURE IS FOR TIRES!"

Blue Lock hangs their heads.

"HE DOESN'T FEEL IT!"

The U-20 team swarm the man, their passion reignited, hearts set ablaze.

"HOW CONFIDENT WAS HE?"

For their savior had come.

—

It was empty.

So, so, empty.