Transported Into Another World With A System

no rest

The plane touched down smoothly, and as Ryo stepped off into the bustling airport, he felt the weight of anticipation pressing on him once again. The city where the Pro League Showcase was being held was alive with energy, and it seemed like everywhere he looked, there were players—each one potentially a future rival. But Ryo kept his focus, pushing away the nervous buzz. He was here for one thing: to prove himself on the world stage.

After settling into his hotel, Ryo didn’t waste any time. The tournament was only a few days away, and he wanted to ensure that every part of his game was sharp. He made his way to a nearby training facility that had been made available for all the participants. Ryo had one specific thing in mind for today’s session: mastering his **Razor Shot**.

The **Razor Shot** was one of Ryo’s signature moves—a powerful strike with a sharp curve, making it difficult for goalkeepers to predict and stop. When done correctly, it could cut through defenders and find the back of the net from almost any angle. But Ryo knew that even this move needed refining if he was going to succeed against the elite talent at the Showcase.

Once inside the training ground, Ryo suited up and jogged out to the empty field. The quiet atmosphere helped him focus as he mentally rehearsed the technique. He placed a row of footballs at the edge of the penalty area, his gaze narrowing as he lined up his first attempt.

The **Razor Shot** was all about precision. His foot needed to hit the ball with just the right amount of force and spin, sending it on a sharp, curving path toward the goal. Ryo took a deep breath, steadied himself, and sprinted toward the first ball.

*Thwack!* The ball exploded off his foot, slicing through the air in a wicked arc. It whipped past the imaginary defenders, but it sailed just wide of the post, barely missing its mark.

Ryo frowned. Close, but not close enough.

He reset, focused on his stance and timing. He needed the shot to be faster, sharper, and more unpredictable. He took off toward the next ball, channeling all his energy into the strike.

*Thwack!*

This time, the ball curved perfectly, dipping just below the crossbar and into the corner of the net. Ryo smiled slightly, but he wasn’t satisfied yet. Consistency was key. He needed to be able to execute the shot with the same precision under the pressure of a live match.

He continued practicing, each shot more refined than the last. His muscles ached, but he embraced the burn. He knew that this kind of intense training was what separated the good players from the great. And with **Limit Breaker** now in his arsenal, Ryo pushed himself harder than ever before, testing how far he could go without losing his form.

As Ryo continued to fire shot after shot, a faint sheen of sweat coated his forehead. His **Meta Vision** kicked in, helping him adjust his angles, foot placement, and power with every attempt. It was like seeing the game unfold in slow motion, his mind processing every movement and optimizing it in real time. This was the key to perfecting his **Razor Shot**—being able to adjust on the fly, to adapt to whatever situation presented itself during the match.

Suddenly, Ryo heard footsteps approaching from behind. He turned to see a few other players from the Pro League Showcase watching him from the sidelines. Among them was a tall figure with platinum blonde hair—Alexei Volkov.

The Russian prodigy had a reputation for being cold and calculating on the field, and Ryo had heard plenty of stories about his abilities. Volkov’s eyes were sharp, assessing Ryo with an intensity that sent a chill down his spine.

"Nice shot," Volkov said, his voice even. "But it could be sharper."

Ryo blinked, surprised by the comment. It wasn’t often that a player like Volkov offered critique—especially to a potential rival. But instead of bristling at the comment, Ryo nodded. "It’s getting there," he replied, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Still a work in progress."

Volkov stepped forward, grabbing a ball from the ground. Without a word, he placed it at the same spot where Ryo had been shooting from. He lined up his stance, and in a swift, fluid motion, delivered a strike that sent the ball hurtling toward the goal. The ball curved violently, almost impossibly, before smashing into the top corner.

Ryo’s eyes widened. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen an incredible shot, but there was something about the precision and control Volkov had that was different. It wasn’t just about power—it was a mastery over every aspect of the shot.

Volkov turned back to Ryo, his expression unreadable. "The showcase is about more than just raw skill," he said quietly. "It’s about adaptability. Every player here has talent, but the ones who can adjust, who can evolve mid-match, they’re the ones who rise to the top."

Ryo took a deep breath, digesting Volkov’s words. "I understand," he said, his voice firm. "But when it comes down to it, I’m ready for anyone. Even you."

A ghost of a smile flickered across Volkov’s lips. "We’ll see."

With that, Volkov walked away, leaving Ryo alone once again on the field. The brief encounter only fueled his determination. Volkov’s shot was impressive, no doubt, but Ryo had his own edge. He wasn’t just any player—he had **Meta Vision**, **Adaptability**, and now, his **Limit Breaker**. He would evolve faster, push harder, and rise higher.

Ryo set up one more ball and took a deep breath. He would perfect the **Razor Shot** until it became second nature. Until it became a weapon no goalkeeper or defender could stop.

As he sprinted toward the ball, he could feel the pressure of the upcoming Showcase mounting, but instead of fear, it gave him focus. He struck the ball cleanly, watching it whip into the net, and as the sound of the impact echoed through the empty field, he knew one thing for certain:

He was ready.