The moment the ball touched Sae Itoshi’s foot—
The entire stadium exploded.
A thunderous roar ripped through the air, shaking the ground beneath their cleats.
Chants echoed. Flags waved. Cameras zoomed in.
“IT’S SAE!”
“NUMBER TEN—SAE ITOSHI HAS ENTERED THE GAME!”
The announcer practically screamed into the mic, voice cracking with excitement.
“THE MAESTRO IS ON THE BALL, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THE MIDFIELD GENIUS OF JAPAN!”
But Sae?
He didn’t even flinch.
Eyes half-lidded. Calm. Cold. Deadly.
He pulled the ball in with a delicate tap—perfect weight, perfect angle—
and began to glide forward.
From the other side of the field, Chigiri Hyoma’s eyes narrowed the moment he saw him.
That red hair flared as he took off like a missile.
"Sae Itoshi..."
You’re not just gonna waltz into our territory like this.
His legs were already moving before the thought finished.
Every fiber in his body burned with speed.
"If he breaks through now, they’ll control the tempo—
—I won’t let that happen.
The wind howled as Chigiri raced across the grass, closing the distance in a blur.
But Sae barely glanced at him.
Didn’t panic.
Didn’t even speed up.
Instead—
With one casual step, he opened his body and sent a long, diagonal pass arcing through the air—
Effortless. Elegant. Dangerous.
“HE’S SWITCHING THE FIELD!”
“LOOK AT THAT VISION—WHAT A PASS!”
The ball curved beautifully across the pitch, dropping right in front of Kento Cho, of the U-20 squad.
Kento was already moving, foot raised, ready to blast past the Blue Lock line—
But just as he touched the ball—
WHAM!
A streak of purple came crashing into frame.
Aryu Jyubei.
Hair flipping like a shampoo commercial mid-fight.
Eyes dead serious. Legs spread wide. Arms sharp like spears.
“Not happening, sparkle-boy,” Aryu growled, locking Kento in a one-on-one duel before the attack could even breathe.
But Kento wasn’t fazed.
He smirked, body faking hard to the right—shoulders dipped, eyes locked like he was gonna send a rocket that way.
Aryu bit.
And just like that—snap—Kento cut the ball left with a slick flick of his ankle.
“Surprise.”
The ball zipped across the pitch, right into the stride of Teru Kitsunezato, who was already charging in like a fox on fire.
Aryu’s eyes widened, caught mid-pivot. “What the—?!”
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