CH 66

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The ball spun between feet for only a moment longer-until Chris Prince, eyes burning like storm clouds, snatched it clean from Noa's control.


A sudden silence fell across the field.


Chris's gaze was dead serious now.

His golden lashes cast sharp shadows across his cheekbones, and a dark, heavy aura gathered around his eyes-like ink spilling into water.

Noa stepped forward casually, not a hint of panic in his expression.

His arms hung loose, his back straight.


"Come at me," he said coolly.
"So I can personally rearrange your teeth."

Chris chuckled, the corner of his mouth twitching up.

"Oh?" he mocked. "You think you can block my shot?"

Noa raised a brow, unbothered.


"You pathetic clown. There's not even space for you to shoot."

That did it.

Chris's pupils darkened.

The shadows in his eyes twisted violently-until his sclera turned pitch-black.

His pupils glowed like the center of a dying star, and a twisted grin cut across his face.

"You're so behind the times," he growled, voice trembling with excitement.

"Logic? To me, your logic sounds like suicide."

His body tensed.

"And that's why-"

He raised his leg high, like a guillotine about to drop.


"-I created this move just to surpass you."



BOOM.



The ball erupted off his foot like a cannon blast, slicing through the air with deadly speed.

Chris let out a wild, unhinged laugh.



"This is my newest weaponــــIrrational Shot"



The ball twisted through the air like a wave gone rogue-unnatural, chaotic, almost alive.

Like it was laughing at the laws of physics.

Gagamaru's eyes widened just a bit, jaw tightening as he tracked it with pure instinct.

"...Why the hell is it moving like that?"


On the field, Chris Prince burst out laughing-loud, sharp, wild.


"Heh-go on, follow it if you can! The most illogical shot in the world!!"


His voice echoed like a madman on a battlefield.


"Even I don't know where it's gonna land!"


And then he yelled it like a declaration of war-

"My untouchable toe-poke shot!!"

The ball danced, zigzagging midair in a way that made no damn sense. It wasn't curving-it was flickering, like it couldn't decide on a direction.

Left?

Right?

Up?

Down?

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