Inazuma Eleven | Ōmagatoki

❝ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴡʜʏ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴꜱ ʜɪᴅᴇ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴜʀ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴀʟᴀᴍɪᴛʏ. ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟꜱ ɪᴛꜱᴇʟꜰ-ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.❞

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For as long as he can remember, Nise Takashi pretends to be an ordinary boy with a childlike wonder. Wearing a mask of smiles, no one knows what's beneath the surface nor are aware that they are just spectators absorbed by his act.

In his eyes, the world and its ideals are fiction. It's a white canvas splattered in specks of black. The game called Soccer is the perfect symbol. A representation of victory and camaraderie, yet hiding a shadow of defeat and corruption. For years society has been constantly continuing their boring narrative of ideals and sentiments-denying the darkness they have inside.

The Despair lurking inside their hearts.

But sooner or later, the world shall soon experience the one thing they never knew they crave for. It will fester and infect everything it touches. The world shall crave its dreadful sensation, and drown underneath its horrid powers.

For this he will do whatever it takes. He doesn't care who he has to sacrifice. Despair shall reign victorious. And he will go through it all with a smile.

Something is going to happen. Someone's life will fall apart.