"𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦... 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘪𝘵."
⤷ Tensions run high and bonds form in the most unexpected ways, as 300 players fight for their dreams. But when a wildcard ente...
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Louis's POV:
I whipped the ball away from Ryoku's legs—wait, that was her disguise name, right?—without even sparing her a glance, then sent it flying to Kuon. She didn't even try to pass. Huh, that's odd. Normally, she's the one calling all the shots on the field. I wonder if something happened?
With my assist, Kuon scored yet another goal, making him the top scorer. The board lit up: 1-3, with us in the lead. It's strange—everything feels staged, like a scripted scene. Kuon is basking in the spotlight, while my sister looks flame that's about to blew off.
Team W is the top team in the fifth stratum, yet we're tearing through them so easily. It feels... off. Odd in a good way—or at least, I hope it's in a good way.
The next game started with Raichi charging forward with the ball, looking to pass it off to Kuon, but just as he did, the browy twin moved in to stop him. The ball barely reached Kuon before the non-browy twin swiped it effortlessly.
"Idiot, you let it get stolen?!" Raichi shouted, frustration evident in his voice.
"We've gotta stop them, Isagi!" I shouted, already bolting after the twins with him. The ball came zipping straight toward me, and I readied myself to redirect it. But before I could even blink, she popped out of nowhere like a jump scare in a cheap horror movie.
"Guess it's mine," Aiza said with that cocky smirk, effortlessly spinning 360 degrees around me like she was auditioning for a highlight reel. The ball stayed glued to her feet as she darted toward the goal.
Something felt off, though. Her usual spark was still there, but it was dimmer now—darker, like a storm cloud was hanging just behind those midnight sky eyes.
"Not so fast!" Kira intercepted, snatching the ball from her. It soared into the air, landing at the feet of an opposing player, who immediately passed it to the Wanima brothers. They were back to their two-on-one routine, only this time, they were quicker, sharper. Before I could position myself, they had already outmaneuvered Isagi and Chigiri.
Iemon lunged at the non-browy brother, but it was too late. The other brother had already taken the shot.
Team W - 2
Team Z - 3
For the next 20 minutes, Aiza fumbled the ball three times inside the penalty area—same mistakes, copy-pasted every time. Kuon decided to follow her lead with his own spectacular errors, handing the Wanima brothers yet another shot at scoring. They were practically salivating—until Kira swooped in at the last second.
"What the hell are you doing, Kuon, you freaking idiot?!" Raichi roared, vibrating with so much rage that Kunigami had to physically restrain him to stop him from tackling Kuon mid-game. "Are you just re-doing your mistakes on purpose or what?!"
