"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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Aiza(Ryouta)'s POV:
I signed deeply, running my hand though my hair. I take out the small mirror from my pocket and take a look at my reflection, totaly not time for this. Staring me back was my eyes, quite dim.
I turned it to the side little, just to see something staring at me from the back, just like a monster. "How long do you plan to just stand there watching me mess up?"
it slowly began to move closer, each step cutting through the smoky haze around it, that fiery smirk playing on its face.
"Who even are you?" I murmured, as if the shadow might answer. But I felt the excitement build, a smirk creeping onto my face. "Come on, play with me."
Just then, a sharp yell broke the trance "Not, him! Don't let him score!!" The voice pulled me back. I blinked, spotting Isagi driving forward with the ball, and behind him, that familiar monster. It looked like it was swallowing up his number 11.
A rush of excitement surged through me. "Oh, so you've decided to play with me, huh?" I thought, feeling the red aura spark in my eyes, an unstoppable thrill lighting them up. My lips pulled into a daring smirk as I sprinted toward the penalty area, catching sight of Louis receiving the ball, ready to score.
But I got there first. Heart pounding, I intercepted before his foot could touch the ball, timing is everything, and I always play it perfectly, sending him a quick, playful grin as I stole it and passed to my 'monster.'
I want to play with someone on my level, someone just as wild and relentless. My heart thumped as I mentally cheered on my shadowy partner, my mind racing with the thought, Come on, my monster.
The instant the ball left my foot, I felt the raw power rippling through me—a surge I hadn't tasted in a long time. My 'monster' took over, something beyond me, beyond anything I'd been taught.
Louis's face twisted in surprise, as the ball sailed past him. This was bigger than him, bigger than anyone on this field. This was me, unleashed.
The 'monster' pushed me forward, guiding every muscle, every nerve. I felt my surroundings fade into a blur of movement. I saw the defender moving in, arms spread, trying to block my path. He was big, and I could tell he thought he had me pinned, but I wasn't looking for brute strength. Just timing. Just precision.
I took a quick step forward, almost like I was about to dash left, and watched his foot shift ever so slightly. That's all I needed. I slid right, keeping my touch feather-light, the ball practically glued to my foot. He lunged, trying to recover, but I was already gone.
The second defender was sharper, anticipating my movement. He closed in fast, his gaze locked on me. But I didn't speed up; instead, I made my next move slower, softer—a calculated half-step that left him hesitating, waiting for my direction. Just as he braced himself, I ghosted to the opposite side, slipping past his reach with just enough of a nudge to keep control.
