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CH 43

"Hey hey!! Guess who's back from the dead?!
This author just barely survived the hell called exams!"

I'm alive, baby- and ready to write like never before!"

Let's gooo~

The announcer practically screamed into the mic, his voice cracking with excitement:

"WHAT A GOAL-WHAT AN ABSOLUTE BANGER!! I've been calling games for years, and I swear-I've NEVER seen anything like this before!! WHO EVEN IS THIS KID?! YOSHIRO NAGI JUST KICKED OFF A STORM IN UNDER THREE MINUTES-THREE!!"

He laughed, half in awe, half in disbelief.

Meanwhile, back on the field, Bachira lit up like a kid seeing his favorite toy after a long day, his eyes practically sparkling.

Like an overexcited puppy off the leash, he charged at Yoshiro, yelling,

"YOOOSHIROOOO!"

Hot on his heels was Isagi, beaming from ear to ear, arms wide open like he was running through a sunflower field in a cheesy drama.

"THAT WAS INSANE, BRO!!"

Both of them launched themselves toward Yoshiro, clearly aiming for a glorious triple-hug celebration-

-but Yoshiro, ever the calm and composed one, just sidestepped at the last second without even blinking.

BAM.

Bachira and Isagi collided mid-air like two cartoon characters, crashing into each other and tumbling to the ground in a tangle of limbs and confused noises.

There was a beat of stunned silence.

Then Yoshiro, standing just to the side, casually dusted off his sleeve and muttered:

"Tch... too much energy."

Still lying in a heap on the grass, Bachira groaned dramatically, clutching his side.

"Owww... he dodged us like we were mosquitoes...!"

Isagi, face-down in the dirt, muffled:

".... my pride hurts more than my body."

Bachira rolled over, looking up at the sky like a heartbroken anime protagonist.

"He used to smile sometimes, you know... Now look at him. So cold... so cruel..."

Isagi sat up, brushing grass off his face.

"You think Rin corrupted him?"

Bachira gasped. "YES! It all makes sense now. The deadpan stare... the attitude... the dodge! That's classic Rin Itoshi behavior!"

"He's been Rin-ified." Isagi nodded seriously.

They both turned to look at Yoshiro, who was standing calmly nearby, adjusting his sleeves like nothing happened.

"So tragic."

"So avoidant."

"So... Rin."

They both dramatically fell back onto the grass again, arms spread wide in defeat.

Just as Bachira and Isagi were about to break into a tragic duet about Yoshiro's emotional detachment, heavy footsteps stomped toward them-fast and furious.