The air was thick with tension.
No one moved.
Every player’s gaze was glued to the center of the training field—
To Yoshiro, standing there calm as ever, the black-blue ball still in his hand, like this whole thing wasn’t blowing everyone’s minds.
One of the Bastard München players finally broke the silence.
“The hell is this supposed to mean?” he muttered, eyes darting between the giant screen and Yoshiro.
“Chosen by all five stars? So what—one of the teams just gets an extra player now?”
A teammate next to him frowned, lips parting slowly.
“Being chosen by every five-star... that’s not normal, man. That black-haired kid’s no joke.”
Another player, sweat glistening on the side of his face, whispered back like he was afraid to say it too loud:
“No joke? Dude—he just got offers from every top team. A hundred million yen each.”
Silence.
Then the first guy sucked in a slow breath, jaw tight.
“Yeah? So what.”
The others blinked, confused. “So what?”
He clenched his jaw harder, lips pulling into a sharp line.
“Doesn’t matter how flashy his entrance is or how big the number looks on that screen.
We won’t know if he’s worth shit—until we actually play against him.”
Just before the murmurs could explode into full-blown chaos,
the robotic voice cut through the noise once again:
“Will all team stars please proceed to the center of the field.”
Silence.
Then—movement.
From opposite ends of the training ground, Noel Noa and Chris Prince rose from their seats.
Prince smoothed out his flashy training jacket with a grin, his steps loose and confident.
Noa didn’t even bother adjusting his posture—calm, focused, clinical. Like a machine already locked on target.
Every other player just watched, wide-eyed and speechless, as the two living legends strode toward the boy in black at center field.
Toward Yoshiro.
The silence was suffocating now.
No one dared say a word.
When the two stars reached him, Prince was the first to break it—his signature sparkling smile gleaming like the lights were set just for him.
“Haha~ Kid, I gotta say—I'm actually hyped to play with you.”
Yoshiro let out a slow sigh and tilted his head, expression blank.
“Tone it down, Sparkle Teeth. You're about to blind me with those shiny-ass veneers.”
A few players choked on their breath. Someone coughed to hide a laugh.
Noa, of course, didn’t flinch.
“Prince.” His voice was flat. “Don’t forget—Yoshiro isn’t part of your team yet.”
Prince’s smile didn’t falter—but the vein pulsing slightly on his neck said otherwise.
“Oh? Is that what I’m hearing? Newsflash, Noa—Yoshiro’s ours. Period.”
Noa turned his head slowly, his eyes like a blade.
“Sounds like you’ve been dreaming a little too hard again.”
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