Chapter 14 Football 14 There is more than one W team.

On the field.

"Well done, but we still need to keep working hard!"

Tenno Minaka gently patted the green jacket draped over his shoulders and suggested, "It's still early, let's have another match!"

"ha?"

The members of Team W were stunned and stared at him in disbelief.

Having just played a full 90 minutes of football, my energy is almost completely depleted. While I'm not so weak that I can't even walk, the chances of winning against a team full of energy seem slim.

"Are you kidding me?"

"That's absolutely impossible, isn't it?"

"You can't say that. If it were Team Z, they might even win."

"If we play another game now, wouldn't that just be exploiting our weaknesses against the opponent's strengths?"

"Wow, are we going to win two games?"

Opinions within Team W were divided, creating a chaotic and noisy atmosphere with some agreeing and others disagreeing.

Amano Minaka calmly explained, "Everyone should have felt it, right? Compared to before entering the Blue Prison, this match was much easier for us."

"But……"

Some people tried to refute this.

"Don't tell me your physical fitness has improved dramatically in just two weeks."

Amano Minaka hit the nail on the head, shutting down everyone's excuses. He quickly arranged the lineup for the next match.

"In the next match, number 8 will be the striker, number 3 will be the left winger, and Ryosuke will be the right winger..."

Looking at his streamlined schedule, some people questioned, "Didn't you already plan to play two games in a row?"

"After all, everyone can still move, right?"

Instead of giving a direct answer, Tenno Minaka walked directly to the camera and said, "Let's rest for half an hour. Next game, we'll play against Team X."

Team W was free to disband for half an hour.

Kira Ryosuke and Amano Minaka explored the interior of the Blue Prison together, investigating the facility's internal structure.

As their observations became more detailed, both of them grew increasingly shocked.

"Looks like they've really gone all out this time," Amano Minaka said thoughtfully, resting his chin on his hand.

Amano Minaka suddenly turned to Kira Ryosuke and asked with a slightly teasing tone, "Do you think if this project fails, you'll sell these things to us at a low price?"

Kira Ryosuke opened the water dispenser door and took out a bottle of mineral water.

"Why is there only bottled water here?" Kira Ryosuke took a sip, his brow furrowing slightly. "And it's ice cold."

Amano Minaka said, "Drinking iced drinks after exercising is bad for your health."

Kira Ryosuke stared at the seemingly endless corridor, a sense of powerlessness welling up inside him.

"I'm so tired, sir!" He turned to look at Tenno Minaka and continued, "I don't know if those high-end equipment will be sold to us at a low price in the end, but what I do know now is that I really can't walk anymore."

Upon hearing the voice, Amano Minaka turned around, looking at Kira Ryosuke with a sly smile in his eyes. He walked to Kira Ryosuke's side, his golden eyes seemingly able to see through people's hearts.

He raised an eyebrow, slowly crouched down, and stretched his arms out behind him, palms facing upwards, as if inviting something precious. His tone was firm and sincere: "Shall I carry you?"

Kira Ryosuke was momentarily stunned upon hearing this. He looked at the dark blue-haired boy in front of him, a hint of surprise and hesitation flashing in his eyes.

He probed, half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Really?"

"Of course it's true."

Kira Ryosuke's hesitation gradually dissipated, and he carefully climbed onto Amano Minaka's back. His hands gently encircled Amano Minaka's neck.

"Then I'm really coming up!"

Amano Minaka felt the warmth and weight on his back, and he stood up steadily, his steps still firm and powerful. He chuckled and joked, "As a reward, Ryosuke has to score 10 goals in the next game."

Upon hearing this, Kira Ryosuke immediately jumped off Amano Minaka's back. The moment his feet touched the ground, he exaggeratedly leaned back, as if startled by the sudden request.

"I'll be exhausted, really!"

Seeing Kira Ryosuke's reaction, Amano Minaka shrugged his shoulders, which were covered by a coat, and smiled as he easily turned around to dodge Kira Ryosuke's feigned attack.

"That's a foul! This trade is unfair!"

Kira Ryosuke protested, feigning anger, but couldn't help but smile.

The entrance to the cafeteria not far away

"Nagi, is this enough to fill your stomach?"

A handsome, purple-haired boy stepped out of the cafeteria, turning back to look at the slightly taller white-haired boy beside him. A hint of worry crossed his brow, and his voice carried a barely perceptible concern, "Are you sure you don't need any more?"

Nagi tilted her head slightly, her eyes revealing a hint of laziness and casualness. She made an X shape with her mouth and lazily replied, "No need. Eating requires chewing, which is too troublesome."

The black-haired boy following closely behind pushed up his glasses, a serious glint in his eyes behind the lenses, and said in an almost admonitory tone, "Nagi, 'forgetting to eat and sleep' is not a good habit."

"...?"

“OxO…Idiot, you chopped iron.”

A moment of tranquility.

The black-haired boy realized he might have used the wrong words, a hint of doubt flashing across his face. He finally couldn't help but turn his gaze to the most intelligent of the three, the purple-haired boy, his eyes filled with incomprehension and curiosity.

"Huh? Rei-oh, am I wrong to say that?"

Reio Mikage gently patted Kenjou Zantetsu's broad shoulder, a helpless smile playing on her lips. Just as she was about to explain, she inadvertently caught sight of a familiar figure.

His gaze passed over the Sword City Iron-Cutting Sword and landed on the water-collecting device not far away.

There stood a figure in milky white, with a well-defined profile, and the iconic beauty mark under the corner of its eye shimmering softly under the fluorescent light.

"Ryousuke Kira?!"

Reio Mikage's voice was filled with surprise and astonishment, "He's here too! Wasn't he supposed to have been selected for U-18?"

Nagishiro slowly lowered his head, his gaze focusing on his slightly tired feet, a feeling of indescribable weariness welling up inside him.

I'm so tired, I want to go back and play games.

"Ling..." Wang, when are we going back?

Kenjou Zentetsu quietly approached Mikage Reio, resting his chin lightly on the back of his hand, his eyes revealing a knowing confidence. "Oh, Kira Ryosuke, that 'Neon Treasure'."

He said in a low voice, his voice tinged with excitement.

Huh?

Nagishiro's ears keenly caught the name, his body involuntarily stiffened, his gaze quickly swept towards Kira Ryosuke's direction before quickly returning, his light brown eyes becoming unpredictable.

"It's a 'treasure of Japan'!"

Reio Mikage corrected Kenjo Zan's course, his purple eyes gleaming, and turned his direction toward Ryosuke Kira.

Nagishiro covered his neck with his hand, looked at Rei, and said in a slightly coquettish tone, "Rei, I'm so hungry."

Upon hearing this, Mikage Reio frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes: "Didn't you just say you weren't hungry?"

"Hmm... I suddenly feel hungry now." Nagishiro Shirou's answer sounded a little stiff.

"Shall we go back and get something to eat?" suggested Mikage Reio.

Nagishiro hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Kenjou Zantetsu again.

Seeing that his conversation with Kira Ryosuke seemed to be coming to an end, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "Never mind, this is too much trouble. I won't eat."

Reio Mikage looked at Shirou Nagijo, a gentle smile playing on her lips, and shook her head slightly. "You really are a willful little baby."

Then, Reio Mikage turned and continued walking, but didn't forget to turn back again to confirm: "Are you really not going to eat? Are you sure you don't want to order anything else?"

"No..." Nagishiro Shirou's reply was brief.

"Huh? Kira Ryosuke is gone!"

Reio Mikage stopped in his tracks.

Kenjou Zantetsu finished his conversation with Kira Ryosuke and walked over when he heard Mikage Reio say, "Kira Ryosuke said there will be a match later."

"A match? At this time?"

Reio Mikage stared in surprise at the clock in the corridor, its hour hand pointing to eight, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.

Kenjou Zantetsu nodded, confirming Reio Mikage's question.

Reio Mikage frowned and said, "Blue Prison's tournament schedule completely disregards the players' physiological needs."

Nagishiro suggested again, "Let's hurry back, I haven't done my daily quests yet."

Reio Mikage's gaze deepened, and he nodded slightly, "Well, we'll face each other sooner or later anyway, so it won't make a difference if it's a little longer."

In another building

"Who is this? Why is he lying here wearing our W team uniform?"

"That's strange, do we even have this person on our team?"

"Wait, where did Ryota Toyama go?"

"He was called out this afternoon and hasn't come back."

"What?!"

"Could this person be... Yuanshan? Did he secretly dye his hair and get a tan?"

"Stop joking, these are clearly not the same person!"

The surrounding clamor surged like a tidal wave, jolting Dao Longsheng awake from his unconsciousness. His brows furrowed, his eyes flashed with a fierce light, and an undeniable aura of malevolence emanated from him.

Shido Ryusei looked around. Unfamiliar faces, chaotic conversations, and identical green jerseys combined to create a scene he couldn't comprehend.

A flicker of confusion crossed his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by an even stronger rage.

Shido Ryusei tried hard to search his memory for the reason behind all this, but his mind was completely blank.

Is there more than one Team W here?

"Where is that guy, Amano Minaka?"

Shido Ryusei realized something and suddenly stood up, his angry voice trembling as if he wanted to ignite the surrounding air.

However, all he received in response were increasingly confused looks and whispers from those around him.

"Amano Minaka? Who is that? We don't know him."

"Don't rush, the important thing is, where did you come from? And why are you wearing our team's uniform?"

Shido Ryusei seemed to ignore him, his inner rage burning like dry tinder.

"Amanomichi, you bastard!"

Shido Ryusei cursed through gritted teeth. As his emotions surged, his body swayed involuntarily.

A white piece of paper slipped out of his pocket and floated lightly to the ground.

Shido Ryusei's gaze was drawn to it. He bent down to pick up the piece of paper, his eyes lingering on it briefly. His fingers unconsciously traced the edge of the paper, and that arrogant, wicked smile reappeared on his face.

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