𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 || 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤

07|| Resolution

Chapter 7: Resolution

Song: Champion

I was born for greatness

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Louis's POV:

The game resumed with their kickoff. They started trading passes quickly between each other. Kuon leapt into an aerial challenge, managing to steal the ball in a high jump. As the ball soared, it headed toward Niko's position, but Isagi stepped in and intercepted it. "I'll stop every pass that comes your way!" he declared, eyes locked on Niko.

Niko shot him a frustrated glance. "What an annoying..." he muttered, but didn't finish his sentence as they both sprinted along the same path, racing toward the next play.

"You guys heard Ego's speech about 'weapons,' right?" Niko suddenly spoke, his tone shifting.

"What about it?" Isagi asked, keeping pace, but clearly intrigued.

"I've been thinking about it a lot," Niko continued. "In our last match, there was someone from the other team who told me we had similar weapons, but I didn't know how to use mine. At first, I didn't understand what he meant. He didn't seem strong, fast, or particularly impressive" He said, probably that player played in his head.

"He played casually, nothing special. But then I started to realize—something was different. The ball was always coming to him. He didn't chase it, he didn't force anything—it just happened. He knew exactly where to be, exactly which players to align with. He was playing the game in his head long before the ball even reached him. And that's when it clicked for me." he mumbled his last words.

Niko's gaze sharpened, and his voice dropped as if revealing a secret. "I analyzed his entire game, broke it down, and used it to shape my own style. My mind... my eyes... they've become my weapon now. I see the field in ways others don't. I plan everything out. And even if you try to stop me, you can't stop my planning."

"What does that even mean..." Isagi muttered, trying to process Niko's words, but there wasn't much time to think.

Team Y players began trading passes with lightning precision, moving the ball so fluidly it was hard to keep up.

"Separate Ohkawa from Niko!" Isagi shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. "They can't score without them working together!" His eyes narrowed as he took off running, as if in that moment, he had begun to find his own weapon.

The last ten minutes were ticking away, and it was finally my time. Let's do this... Wait—what's happening?

A random player from the opposing team sent a pass to Ohkawa, and suddenly, everyone from their side surged forward with blistering speed.

"It's our final one-shot kill counterattack!" Niko called out, joining the forward charge. We barely had time to react as the ball found its way to Niko, who began tearing down the field, trading quick passes and leaving our Team Z players in the dust.

Now, he was one-on-one with the goalie. Would he take the shot?

But just then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Isagi sprinting toward Ohkawa, his focus laser-sharp. So that's it...

"I knew it! It's always Ohkawa, Niko," Isagi muttered under his breath, voice filled with conviction. "He 'smells like a goal' more than anyone." He paused briefly, determination flashing in his eyes. "I'll win this time... Niko, you're unfit to be a striker!"