Chapter 35 Football 35 Self-interest and [Maintaining Relationships]
Another one trying to steal someone's partner?
Is Blue Prison incompatible with my birth chart?
Amanomichi irritably pulled up his collar, trying to hide his inscrutable expression. He strode over to Kira Ryosuke and gently patted him on the shoulder.
"Ryosuke..."
"That guy... is a genius."
Kira Ryosuke's voice trembled slightly, and his pupils shrank in an instant, as if something had pierced his heart.
His usual cheerful and gentle smile was gone, replaced by a complex expression of sadness that forced him to force a smile.
If you can reach this level in just six months, then what about all my efforts over the past ten years...?
Seeing this, Amano Minaka said seriously, "Kira Ryosuke is an indispensable part of our [maintenance]."
When Kira Ryosuke heard his full name, he was taken aback for a moment, then looked up in the direction of Amano Minaka, his eyes flashing with a complex light.
When Amano Minaka met Kira Ryosuke's surprised gaze, she couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Isn't it strange? Usually, you're the one who says these encouraging words to everyone."
Ryosuke Kira has exceptional emotional intelligence and outstanding ball skills.
Whether in the past or present, he has always been someone who is good at encouraging and uniting teams, like the glue that holds the team together.
“You are our ‘treasure’,” Tenno Minaka said sincerely.
Kira Ryosuke looked at Amano Minaka, but his mind was elsewhere, while out of the corner of his eye, he saw the reflection of Nagi Seishiro.
But all I want to do is be a "core" member.
Be the irreplaceable part of your body, be the most dazzling one on the court.
W team's number 14 player, Watanabe, swiftly and precisely intercepted the ball from V team's number 4 player, sending it in a smooth arc towards Tennominaka. The black and white football seemed to pierce through the air barrier, heading straight for the target.
Unexpectedly, this exquisite pass failed to meet Tenno Minaka perfectly; the ball grazed lightly past his toes, just like the deliberate mistakes he made in training.
"You did this on purpose, didn't you?!"
Watanabe roared, his face flushed red with anger, his tone filled with disbelief and frustration.
"Feel sorry."
Amano's response was brief and indifferent; his "sorry" seemed devoid of any genuine remorse, which only fueled Watanabe's anger.
On the field, the scoreboard clearly showed 2:0.
This was undoubtedly a heavy burden for Watanabe. He tried his best to persuade his teammates to use their strengths and break free from Amanominaka's control.
This choice did not bring the expected advantage; instead, it seemed to expose the team's vulnerability, leaving the opponent with nothing to hide.
Team W has become divided.
Some players began to talk privately, their voices low but revealing their eagerness, as they tended to return to a familiar and relatively stable style of play; while others remained on the sidelines, their hearts wavering, both craving victory and unwilling to give up the opportunity to showcase themselves.
This is a blue prison of self-interest; the best choice is the one that benefits you.
This tactic isn't bad, but it greatly increases the chances of losing while significantly increasing the probability of scoring.
Is it victory, or self-expression?
This choice is important.
Seeing the scene he had expected, a slight, contemptuous smile crept onto Tenno Minaka's lips, a smile that was both mocking and sarcastic.
The curve was neither obvious nor exaggerated, but it perfectly captured his psychological state at that moment.
Isn't this everyone's choice?
So let's choose: do you want to win (myself) or do you want to show yourself?
Watanabe hung his head, as if all his strength and pride had been drained away in that moment. His hands were clenched into fists, and the veins on his skin bulged.
Finally, he slowly turned around and turned his gaze toward Amano Minaka, who was standing not far away.
Tennoyuu turned her head away, refusing to meet Watanabe's gaze. She lowered her golden eyes with difficulty, but her brows furrowed in disdain.
If you've chosen the wrong path, you have to bear the consequences of failure.
I will not allow you to escape condemnation, nor will I forgive you, before this team is "dead".
so,
Beg for my forgiveness with your death, offer me the most sublime prayer!
Let "death" become your (Team W's) fervent cheers as you pray for the arrival of the "Savior," and let [everyone] witness together what true glory and splendor are!
That mistake was so clumsy, it looked like it was intentional.
This immediately alerted Mikage Reio.
He keenly noticed Ten no Mi's absent-mindedness and a playful smile appeared on his lips: "You seem very unmotivated, Ten no Mi. If this continues, you will suffer a complete defeat."
Before she could finish speaking, Reio Mikage flashed to the ball's intended landing point and intercepted it with lightning speed.
Her rapid movement created a gust of air, her purple hair fluttered in the wind, and her purple eyes gleamed with a confident and unrestrained light.
"What would you like to drink? Whatever it is, I, Mikage Reio, can prepare it for you."
His words carried a hint of provocation, sounding to others like a boast about his illustrious family background. The prominent "御影" (Mikage) lettering on the back of his jersey became the focus of discussion among the W team players watching.
"What nonsense are you spouting?"
"I will definitely let you, this pampered young master, experience the cruelty of the outside world."
Team W's number 8 and number 4 were not to be outdone, and directly challenged Rei-Oh Mikage with a sliding tackle tactic.
With a light leap, Mikage Reio regained control of the ball in mid-air.
The moment he landed, he lightly flicked the ball with his toe, and it shot up like an arrow. Then, with a graceful turn and a leg lift, the ball hurtled unstoppably toward the goal.
"It's because Rei-oh is too energetic."
A green figure flashed by.
Amano Minaka had appeared in front of the goal without anyone noticing, his coat draped over his shoulders billowing in the wind like a battle flag. With a light leap, he steadily stopped Mikage Reio's shot and then passed the ball to Kira Ryosuke, who was not far away.
At the same time, Nagi Seishiro quickly closed in and brought the ball to a steady stop with a slightly awkward but potentially powerful move.
Amano Minaka glanced at him, looking at Nagi Seishiro's awkward and clumsy movements.
As expected, he's a beginner.
"Genius, is this how Rei-Oh describes you?" Tenno Minaka appeared leisurely beside Nagi Seishiro, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "But I have encountered countless geniuses, and in the end, they all fell at my feet."
His words exuded unquestionable confidence. His left foot deftly slipped between Nagi Seishiro's legs, and with a gentle flick of the instep, the ball was passed accurately to W team's number 10 player, as if drawn by a magnet.
"Looks like you're one of them too."
Reio Mikage reacted exceptionally quickly. The moment the ball left the feet of number 10, she pounced like a cheetah, snatched the ball back with a clean and decisive move, and then made a long pass to Seishiro Nagi without hesitation.
"You only follow Ling Wang's orders to shoot, are you his squire?"
Amano Minaka stared intently at the trajectory of Mikage Reio's pass, predicted the ball's landing point, and stopped it a step ahead, looking at Nagi Seishiro provocatively.
"Your game is over."
Amano Minaka declared this, his green coat fluttering in the wind, just like the fighting spirit burning within him.
He arched his instep and swung his left leg back at a 90-degree angle, showcasing his amazing flexibility and strength.
"Stop him!"
Reio Mikage, who had trained with Amanokami, naturally knew the range, so he rushed forward and shouted.
"He's going to shoot!"
Anxious shouts pierced the air as the V team players realized the danger approaching and rushed towards Tenno Minaka, trying to stop the powerful shot.
All of this seemed to be within Amanomichi's expectations. A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips as he prepared to welcome his moment of victory.
The black and white ball, accompanied by a gentle breeze, glided towards Team V's goal. Team V's goalkeeper seized the opportunity and lunged forward, but unfortunately, it missed by just a little bit.
Seishiro Nagi also appeared near the goal, but was still just a little short.
The football grazed the white boundary line and went into the goal.
"Good!"
2:1
"Is that all you've got, my lord?" Ten no Michū said provocatively.
This address infuriated Nagi Seishiro. He gently placed his hand on his neck, as if seeking some solace to calm the surging anger and fighting spirit within him. It was as if only in this way could he calm down and restrain his aggression.
"Shut your mouth! You big green moth. In this battle royale game (Blue Prison), Rei and I will be the final winners."
However, he was also very ruthless in his words, giving Amano Minaka a very unpleasant nickname.
I'm so hungry! So hungry! So hungry!
Why am I so hungry today?
I ate just as much before, so why am I having such a strong reaction today?
Could it be because they ran too much?
"Huh? What are you arrogant about?"
The veins on Tenno Minaka's forehead were faintly visible as he gritted his teeth and spoke.
"They're not entourage, they're partners."
Seishiro Nagi's words revealed a firm and unquestionable strength, as if he were justifying the relationship between the two.
The W team players witnessed this scene and exchanged a meaningful glance, their thoughts rippling outwards.
They realized which choices would be more beneficial to them.
The glass bottle, tightly wrapped in egoism, was shattered from the inside out by a powerful force.
Fragments flew everywhere.
Then, bound together by the bond of victory, they jointly create magnificent pictures of progress.
Each fragment seems to carry the selfishness and narrow-mindedness of the past, but under the light of victory, they are given new meaning and become the cornerstones to a higher realm.
When Tenno Minaka learned of their final choice, he couldn't help but clutch his heart.
His eyes were stained black, his golden pupils were sharply vertical, and a kind of almost obsessive satisfaction appeared on his delicate face, which was an endless longing for the victory that was about to come.
Ultimately, it was swallowed up by "death".
I'm so glad everyone chose me, which got things back on track.
Football is not a one-man sport; you can never win by only showing your own abilities.
So, let's reorganize and maintain it!
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