CH 65

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Isagi tilted his neck slightly, drawing in a quiet breath as his eyes swept over the opposing team.

“Hm… wait…”

His brows furrowed.

“Why are there only eleven of them?”

His gaze sharpened, scanning the players across from him.

There should be twelve… right?

Something was off.

His eyes darted toward Manshine City’s bench, mind racing. Everyone was seated… calm… composed…

Except—
One seat was empty.

Isagi’s breath caught in his throat.

Where the hell is—

His eyes widened.

A jolt of cold shot through his chest like ice water down his spine.

Yoshiro…?

Panic bubbled at the edges of his thoughts as he whipped his head around, scanning the field again—fast, frantic.

Nothing.

No sign.

But then—

His eyes landed on Reo, Nagi, and Chigiri.

They were smiling.

Chatting.

Laughing even—like they were talking to someone.

Someone right next to them.

But… no one was there.

There was no one standing in front of them.

Just air.

Isagi’s stomach twisted.

His fingers started to tremble around the hem of his jersey.

They’re talking to something that isn’t visible—

No. Not something.

Someone.

His heart slammed once against his ribs.

He could feel it.

Not see it.

But feel it.

A presence. Cold. Heavy. Like pressure in the air before a storm.

Isagi’s voice barely escaped his throat.

“Is… he already on the field…?”

His jaw clenched.

Just as the air grew heavier, like something electric was coiled tight beneath the field—

The robotic female voice cut through the tension like a blade.

Attention: Star players Chris Prince and Noel Noa have joined the match.
Play duration: 3 minutes.”

It was like a switch flipped.

The silence cracked—
Exploding into cheers, whistles, and a few over-the-top whoops from the sidelines.

Raichi threw a fist into the air.
“HELL YEAH! Let’s go, Noa! Wipe that smug grin off Prince’s face!”

Igarashi followed with an enthusiastic howl, clapping like a maniac.

“This is gonna be insane!!”

Players bounced on their heels, adrenaline pumping.
The field buzzed with raw energy.

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