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CH 64

Time ticked forward - second by second, moment by moment - the field breathing like a living beast beneath the players' feet.

Each pass, each sprint, each clash of bodies and wills...
All of it painting a picture of something bigger than just a match.

And on the sidelines, Yoshiro sat - eyes soft, not cold this time.

His golden gaze lingered on the scoreboard, then drifted down to the pitch.

There.

Reo and Nagi.

Moving in perfect synchronicity.

Their goal... a masterpiece.

A sharp give-and-go.

A sudden flick from Reo.

A flawless trap and finish by Nagi.

No wasted motion. No hesitation.

Yoshiro's lips curled slightly - not quite a smile, but something close.

Beautiful.

So much had happened already.

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First goal:
Hyoma Chigiri.
A flash of red. Speed like a storm. 1-0 for Manshine City.

Second goal:
Michael Kaiser.
Cold. Precise. Untouchable. 1-1. Bastard München strikes back.

Third goal:
Rensuke Kunigami.
A hammer blow. All muscle and fire. 2-1 for Bastard München.

Fourth goal:
Seishiro Nagi.
Effortless grace. Genius in motion. 2-2. Equalized.

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Now both teams stood even.

2 - 2.

"Hmm..."
Yoshiro glanced to his side.

Prince was fidgeting.

Like oil bubbling in a hot pan - jittery, twitching, vibrating with excitement.

Yoshiro blinked once.

Then, in a deadpan tone:

"Before you fry yourself alive, move."

That was all it took.

Prince exploded with laughter - dramatic, high-pitched, and loud enough to snap the atmosphere in half.

With a flourish, he stood from the bench, tossing his towel aside like a cape.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" he shouted, arms spread like he was addressing a packed stadium. "The score is 2-2, and I can feel it - this body is just as excited as I am!"

Every player on the field turned toward the sideline in stunned silence.

Especially the Manshine City players.

Because their star...

...was acting like an absolute lunatic.

But Prince didn't care. He lived for this kind of spotlight.