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CH 29

Yoshiro stood at the center of the storm he'd created, the ball spinning lazily at his feet. His smile was crooked now-half amusement, half challenge. His golden eyes flicked between each of them like he was measuring them. Testing their hunger.

"What's wrong?" he said, voice smooth and almost teasing. "You were barking so loud a minute ago. Don't tell me that was all for show."

Raichi snarled and bolted at him again, this time faster, sharper-like a blade honed on pride. But Yoshiro sidestepped with fluid grace, didn't even flinch, just watched him miss like it was all part of a game.

"Closer," Yoshiro murmured under his breath, just loud enough for Raichi to hear, "but still not good enough."

Baro was next, storming toward him like a bull. This time Yoshiro passed the ball right between his legs, spun behind him, and tapped the back of his shoulder with his fingers.

"Tag," he said with a grin, "You're it, King."

Baro turned, furious. But Yoshiro was already gone.

On the sidelines, even the players who'd started off indifferent were leaning forward now.
Aryu adjusted his hair but didn't blink once.
Kurona muttered, "This guy... he's messing with their heads."
Hiori narrowed his eyes. "No... he's awakening them."

Bachira was practically vibrating.
"I wanna go next," he giggled. "I wanna see what he'd do to me."

Yoshiro turned again, seeing their shifting stances, their dilated pupils, the sweat starting to drip from their brows. He could feel it-that pressure building.

Their instincts weren't aiming at the goal anymore.
They were all pointed right at him.

He took a few steps back, arms open.

"Come on then," he said quietly, but the words rang through the room like a bell.
"Don't just chase the ball. Chase me."
He tapped his temple.
"Earn it."

And then he ran.

Fast. Effortless.
Like the field belonged to him.
Like he was the storm and they were just dust in its wake.

But the others-they didn't give up.

They ran after him

Harder.

Hungrier.

Desperate.

Not for victory.

For his approval.

For that rare look of surprise.

For that smirk to drop, even just once.

But Yoshiro kept smiling.

And the more he smiled,

the deeper they all fell.

...............................

Yoshiro drifted back, still gliding with that unshakable calm, the ball flicking between his feet like it belonged there-like he belonged there.

Raichi rushed again, jaw clenched, teeth grinding. This time, he aimed to body Yoshiro, not just steal the ball.
But Yoshiro caught him with a soft laugh and whispered, "You're still trying to scare me? Try aiming with your brain, not just your fists."

Raichi's movement faltered-just slightly.

And somehow... his body adjusted.

Baro lunged next.
Yoshiro didn't even touch the ball.