Chapter 57 Football 57 Become my supporting character!
"Ling Wang..."
Nagi Seishiro gently stroked his neck and walked towards Mikage Reio with slightly heavy steps, his eyelids lowered and his head slightly bowed.
“This tactic won’t work; they’ll definitely be on guard. Let’s switch to plan B.” Mikage Reio’s fingers ran through her purple hair, smoothing it occasionally.
Her dignified and beautiful face was tinged with an almost imperceptible solemnity.
This match was of great significance to him; it might be the last football match of his life. Being eliminated would mean he could never make the national team again, and thus would lose the qualification to participate in world-class football competitions.
To this end, Reio Mikage devised no fewer than five tactics, all in an effort to win the match.
He gently patted Nagi Seishiro's shoulder, his gaze tender yet firm: "Don't worry, I won't let our six-month football journey leave any more regrettable mistakes. One mistake is enough."
Despite her relaxed and confident demeanor, Reio Mikage's constant stroking of her hair betrayed her inner tension and anxiety.
Nagi Seishiro remained silent, his fingers unconsciously increasing the pressure on the back of his neck, as if trying to concentrate all his unease and tension into this small movement.
My heart was filled with mixed feelings, a mixture of doubt and excitement. Why was my heart pounding like a drum at this moment, almost bursting out of my chest?
Nagi Seishiro glanced at the game timer; as time ticked by, a wave of unease washed over him.
"Half, half a year?"
Someone on the field said those words.
Reio Mikage's voice was calm and firm, without the slightest wavering. He proudly introduced the child to those around him: "Yes, this child is my treasure!"
"A true genius, he only studied football for half a year and still managed to get first place in Team V."
"What? That can't be right!"
"You've only studied for half a year and you've reached this level? Where have I been playing all these years?"
"Is this what a true genius is?"
The players of Team Z exclaimed in amazement and questioned, but Suoh Koki's gaze was fixed on the name on Mikage Rei's jersey, lost in thought.
Mikage…Mikage…
Where exactly did I see this name?
Suddenly, Suoh Hyo-ki had a flash of inspiration. He clenched his right fist and slammed it hard into his left palm, making a crisp "smack" sound. It was as if all his confusion had vanished in that instant.
"It's the Mikage Plaza!"
Upon hearing this, Senkiri Hyoma, who was closest to Suoh Hyoki, frowned slightly, his face full of confusion: "What?"
Suoh Koki pointed a finger at Mikage Reio and explained to Senkiri Hyoma, "That name, I remember now, it's Mikage Plaza! I knew it sounded familiar."
Qianqie Baoma rolled his eyes helplessly and complained, "Is that all you have on your mind? I thought you were thinking of new tactics."
Suoh Kōki was taken aback by the question, then countered, "Why do we need to think of new tactics? With Suoh Senkiri, victory in this match is practically guaranteed."
Upon hearing this, Qianqie Baoma smiled knowingly: "Haha, it's rare to see you so motivated."
Suoh Hyo-hee straightened his chest and said earnestly, "I have always been very motivated."
"Really?"
Chikiri Hyoma was clearly skeptical, after all, he still vividly remembered the expressionless face of this guy when he first joined Team Z.
Changing the subject, Qianqie Baoma asked curiously, "But... has the Miying Group expanded into real estate?"
Suoh Hyoki nodded, and explained to the puzzled look on Hyogoro's face, "It seems that they expanded into real estate a few years ago. Mikage Plaza has been built for several years now, and I used to often hide there to skip training."
Just then, Kujo Wataru happened to pass by and overheard their conversation. He was taken aback and exclaimed, "Who? Ten no Miko-kun?"
Suoh Hyoki looked at Kujo Wataru as if he were looking at someone through him. "He didn't really like playing football, and besides, we can win even without him."
"Huh? But it's because of him that Matsukaze Black King didn't win his third consecutive championship."
"..."
Suoh Hyo-ki didn't respond, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
Seeing this, Kujo quickly changed the subject, "Then what's he doing at Blue Prison? If he doesn't want to play soccer..."
Suoh Hyoki interrupted him, glancing at Senkiri Hyoba with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, "Is it because of me?"
"Because of the promise I made to you."
Upon hearing this, Qianqie Baoma's lips twitched again: "I never would have guessed you were such a narcissistic person."
The brief conversation ended, the players returned to their positions, and the game resumed.
The previous goal, with Z Team's Suoh Koki's precise shot, shattered the silence of the stadium and successfully changed the score. Now it's V Team's turn to kick off, and the heavy responsibility falls on Mikage Reio's shoulders.
"Cut the iron!"
With a low shout, Mikage Reiou flicked the ball, sending it flying towards V team's number 10, Kenjo Zantetsu.
Kenjou Zantetsu's figure was like a black lightning bolt. He received the ball instantly, his footwork light and powerful, and quickly approached Team Z's penalty area.
Another fast break?
Jie Shiyi's eyes were fixed on the V team players. His brain was working at high speed, analyzing the opponent's movements and quickly devising a blocking strategy.
He suddenly exerted force with both legs and sprinted towards the goal, preparing to catch Team V off guard.
Seeing this, the players of Team Z sprang into action, quickly forming an invisible net that completely surrounded Jiancheng Zhantie.
Raishi Jingo went even further, charging headlong at Kenjo Zantetsu, the sound of their shoulders colliding making a dull thud as he attempted to use force to pin his opponent to the ground.
Kenshin Sakutetsu swayed slightly, and the lenses of his glasses gleamed faintly under the light, as if everything about him had become exceptionally clear at that moment.
Raishi Jingo's strength was simply too great; the soccer ball went out of control during the scramble between the two, arcing out of bounds. Kenjo Zantetsu also lost his balance and fell to the ground.
"Rayichi Jingo, yellow card warning!"
The electronic referee's voice was calm and ruthless, like a sharp knife slicing through the tense atmosphere of the game.
Raishi Jingo's face instantly turned ashen. He gasped for breath, his roar echoing across the arena.
The players from Team Z tacitly looked away.
Another yellow card!
In the last game against Team W, they already won enough.
Reio Mikage quickly approached the corner flag. His purple eyes were calm and deep, having already seen through the entire situation on the field.
Should we shoot?
Suoh Koki narrowed his eyes, staring intently at Mikage Reio's every subtle movement, secretly trying to figure out the other's intentions.
Reio Mikage suddenly raised his foot, adopting a standard shooting posture, his muscles tense as if he were about to unleash astonishing power at any moment.
But Wang Xiaoxi's intuition told him that this was not a real shot.
A sharp glint flashed in his eyes. He turned around swiftly and charged toward Nagi Seishiro like an arrow released from a bow. His speed was so great that it almost made the surrounding air tremble.
The wind howled and rushed into Suoh Koki's eyes, causing a slight sting, but he paid no attention to it, his eyes only on Nagi Seishiro, who was about to become his breakthrough point.
Feng Lehui watched from the side with a puzzled look on his face. Suoh Hyoki's actions gave him a strange sense of familiarity.
It seems like I've seen a similar scene somewhere before.
Ah! It's Qianqie!
Suddenly, Feng Lehui remembered that the move that allowed Senkiri Hyoma to display speed and explosiveness in the race was being used by Suoh Koki at this moment, as he pounced on Nagi Seishiro.
Suoh Koki's anticipation was slightly inferior. Mikage Reio's pass was unpredictable, and the ball landed precisely at Nagi Seishiro's feet.
Seishiro Nagi reacted quickly. He leaped lightly and controlled the ball steadily with his chest. Then, he pushed off with his feet and sprang up like a spring, the ball nimbly weaving between his legs.
A powerful shot pierced through Team Z's goal like a cannonball.
"Peng, Peng, Peng."
Three crisp sounds of footballs hitting each other echoed in the air, each impact accompanied by a different force and rhythm.
"Good!"
2:2
The score was tied
The sound of a goal echoed through the stadium, and the V team players cheered with joy.
"Well done, Ling Wang."
Kenjou Zantetsu gently patted Nagi Seishiro on the shoulder and spoke to Mikage Reio.
Upon hearing this, Reio Mikage's lips curled into a playful smile. He slowly walked over, raised an eyebrow, and said, "You're not bad either, Zan-teki." His eyes gleamed with a bright light, as if he were watching a captivating play.
And he, Rei-ō Mikage, was the director of this play.
Then, their gazes turned simultaneously to the only silent member of the group—Nagi Seishiro.
Nagi Seishiro's voice was weak and listless, tinged with a hint of helplessness as he said, "Then—?"
Seeing this, Mikage Reio couldn't help but laugh. He said with amusement, "You should have shouted more forcefully, Nagi. Your performance was outstanding, so don't hold back."
His tone was somewhat teasing, but more than anything, it was an acknowledgment of Nagi Seishiro's potential.
Kenjou Zantetsu nodded repeatedly, agreeing wholeheartedly, "That's right! After taking a shot, we should be full of passion and shout like warriors!"
“It’s more like passionate blood, cutting through iron,” Mikage Reio couldn’t help but correct, his tone carrying a hint of amusement, as if he were enjoying the lighthearted conversation.
Suoh Koki stood aside, watching with a complicated expression the harmonious conversation between Mikage Reio, Kenjo Zentetsu, and Nagi Seishiro. His mind kept replaying Mikage Reio's actions during the corner kick.
Those precise passes and that seamless teamwork made him wonder if anyone could really suppress their desire for victory and choose to give the opportunity to their teammates?
The doubts in his heart grew wildly like weeds, and his obsession with and desire for victory made it difficult for him to let go.
"Why didn't that guy shoot?" Suoh Hyo-ki muttered to himself, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.
"Jie, why didn't you shoot but instead passed the ball to me?"
The same question was asked again. This time, a different answer was received.
Upon hearing this, Jie Shiyi's expression became serious and earnest.
He took a deep breath and slowly said, "At the moment I was about to shoot, I did think about a lot of things. But in the end I didn't shoot because I realized that sometimes, for the sake of the team's victory, you have to give up your personal desires. But from now on, I will never pass the ball in that situation again. I will only keep shooting and keep making the ball at my feet my weapon to score point after point."
Hearing Jie Shiyi's words, Su Wang Xiaoxi sneered, "What big talk are you talking about? You're still far from it."
Before he finished speaking, a green aura suddenly surged from Jie Shiyi's body, which was the sign of "Synchronization".
The two looked at each other in silence.
Indeed, in a team sport like football, victory cannot be achieved by relying on the efforts of just one person.
Since activating Synchro with Kisei, Suoh Hyoki's defense seems to have suddenly become weak, or perhaps Team V is no longer able to stop Suoh Hyoki's advance.
The V team members seemed somewhat overwhelmed by the seamless teamwork between Kiyoshi and Suoh Hyoki.
"Stop him!"
Reio Mikage shouted loudly at the V team members, her voice filled with anxiety.
Suoh Hyo-hee slammed his right foot against the edge of the soccer ball, sending the black and white ball soaring high into the air in a perfect arc. The crowd below, including players from Team V and Team Z, involuntarily followed the ball's movement with their gaze.
The entire stadium seemed to freeze at that moment.
As the ball began to fall, Suga Hyo-hee had already dribbled past three V team defenders, advancing with unstoppable momentum straight into V team's penalty area.
As expected, the soccer ball appeared at his feet.
A higher vantage point really makes a difference!
Suoh Hyo-ki sighed inwardly. He wasn't good at using his brain to think about tactics, and his vision was relatively low, making him easy for others to figure out. But at this moment, with the boost from the Synchro, his vision seemed to be infinitely magnified, and he could see all the movements of his opponents.
He stared intently at the V team players charging towards him, his eyes gleaming with a blue light of ambition and desire.
His mind was completely focused on scoring goals.
To become number one in the world.
This thought kept echoing in Suoh Hyoki's mind, igniting his inner strength.
Suoh Hyo-hee used all his strength to kick the soccer ball forward with all his might.
At that moment, he seemed to become one with the football, pouring all his energy into it.
The football burst forth with an eerie light at his feet, streaking across the night sky like a shooting star, heading straight for Team V's goal.
Suoh Hyo-hee seemed to have swallowed up all of Kiyosei's advantages.
He learned from Jie Shiyi, using precise judgment and a calm mindset to control the rhythm of the game.
Although he hasn't undergone intensive specialized training and can't fully utilize all of Jie Shiyi's skills, he has successfully replicated some of Jie Shiyi's strengths and incorporated them into his own playing style.
It's like a small snake swallowing prey several times its own size; though it's difficult, it perseveres and consumes it completely.
The same was true of Suoh Hyoki; he devoured Kisei's (goal-scoring desire) and Senkiri Hyoma's (speed), digesting them completely and transforming them into his own power.
The entire stadium erupted when the football whistled into V team's goal.
Suoh Hyo-hee also revealed a smug smile, knowing that he had succeeded.
This wasn't just about scoring a goal; more importantly, it's about finding his own way of playing football—constantly devouring others and surpassing himself.
V's Kenjou Zantetsu stood in the center of the court, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's, revealing a calm and determined light.
He took a deep breath, as if gathering strength for his upcoming actions.
After the referee blew his whistle, he suddenly raised his right foot and kicked the football high into the air, sending it flying precisely towards Mikage Reio.
Reio Mikage was already prepared to receive the ball. His eyes were fixed on the incoming football, his body leaned slightly forward, and his feet were firmly planted, like a hunter about to pounce.
Team Z's Bee Joy didn't give Reio Mikage much of a chance to breathe, and rushed over swiftly.
Beehive stared intently at the soccer ball at Rei Mikage's feet, his face filled with eagerness and longing.
Just as the soccer ball was about to land on Reio Mikage's chest, Hiragaki appeared around him.
Hōraku extended his right foot and gently tapped the ball with the inside of his foot, attempting to steal it from Mikage Reio. However, Mikage Reio was prepared; he nimbly shifted his body to the side and quickly kicked the ball to the side, skillfully avoiding Hōraku's attempt to steal it.
"Trying to steal the ball from me won't be that easy."
With a quick turn, Feng Le appeared on the other side of Mi Ying Ling Wang's body. Before he could regain his footing, he kicked the ball away and passed it to Qian Qie Bao Ma, who was not far away.
"Nice boy (ball)."
"ha?"
Beehive's jumbled English was taken as a provocation by Reio Mikage, which was exactly what he meant.
Qianqie Baoma had already anticipated Fenglehui's intentions. He stretched out his right foot and steadily caught the ball, then turned and headed towards the V team's goal.
The speed of the Thousand-Cut Leopard Horse was indeed like a whirlwind.
He streaked across the court like a red lightning bolt, each sprint seemingly pushing the limits of physics. But after six months without high-intensity training, he was beginning to show signs of fatigue, and the red streak began to slowly subside, bound by invisible shackles.
Genius is made up of 99 percent perspiration and 1 percent inspiration.
The players selected for the Blue Prison are all top-tier forwards, each carrying their own glory and dreams. On this challenging field, everyone gives their all, eager to prove themselves.
Kenshin Zentetsu opened his arms wide, his palms taut, like a sharp sword poised to strike. His eyes were fixed on the front, revealing an indomitable and resolute spirit.
In the instant that Chikiri Hyoma took a breath, he seized the fleeting opportunity, suddenly sprinting with all his might, like a wild horse unleashed, instantly overtaking Chikiri Hyoma. He stretched his left foot forward, gently hooking the ball with his toe, and the football landed steadily at his feet.
Immediately afterwards, he passed the ball to Nagi Seishiro, who was not far away, while shouting, "Nagi!"
Kenjou's voice was filled with hope and expectation, as if he had placed all his trust and strength on Nagi Seishiro.
Nagi Seishiro lived up to expectations, stopping the ball steadily in an incredible manner before taking a shot.
Jie Shiyi had already seen through all of this.
His blue eyes held a hint of dark ambition.
Jie Shiyi kept a close eye on the ball's trajectory; everything was under his control.
Just as the ball was about to reach his feet, he saw Rei-ou Mikage poised to attack and Kenjou Zantetsu charging forward behind him. He decisively kicked the ball away, and the black and white ball drew a beautiful arc in the air, crossed the boundary line, and landed outside the field.
“All your movements are in my mind,” Jie Shiyi said coldly, his gaze fixed on Nagi Seishiro, and unsurprisingly, he saw surprise and disbelief in his eyes.
The puzzle of Nagi, Rei, and Zantetsu has been completed in his mind; their characteristics and movements are firmly memorized.
"You still have a long way to go, genius."
It wasn't just Mikage Reiō who cared about this match; Kiyoshiichi, who dreamed of becoming the world's best striker, also did.
He watched V-Team's match footage repeatedly, deeply impressed by the strength of Nagi Seishiro, Mikage Reio, and Kenshiro Zentetsu. But more than the shock, Jessie felt a stronger urge to devour them all.
Ignoring Seiji's provocation, Nagi Seishiro silently looked at V team number 6, who was preparing to throw the ball.
Team V's number 6 noticed Nagi Seishiro's gaze and threw the ball in his direction.
Seishiro Nagi quickly adjusted his position, preparing to receive the ball.
His eyes were fixed on the incoming football, his body leaning slightly forward, his feet firmly planted. Just as he was about to touch the ball, Jie Shiyi appeared in his field of vision and snatched it away with lightning speed.
Nagi Seishiro's expression changed slightly.
The previously calm and uneventful state was instantly shattered. A complex mix of emotions—annoyance, doubt, and resentment—twisted his heart.
He stopped what he was doing, irritably clutching his collar, and stared indifferently at Jie Shiyi.
The weak fight so hard!
Nagi Seishiro sighed inwardly, unable to understand why Kiyoshi was so fixated on this ordinary football match.
The V team members behind him kept getting past him, desperately chasing the football at Jie Shiyi's feet.
Kiyoshi skillfully evaded the V team members' pursuit and interception, maintaining firm control of the ball at his feet. Everyone was running for this decisive ball, except for Nagi Seishiro, who stood still, head down.
A hint of boredom and helplessness flashed in his light brown eyes.
Nagi Seishiro knew perfectly well that no matter whether he participated in the scramble or not, someone would always hand him the soccer ball.
"Nagi!"
Reio Mikage's voice rang out.
He's here.
Nagi Seishiro was slightly taken aback. His white bangs fell gently down, obscuring his light brown eyes, but they could not hide the turmoil in his heart.
The ball seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, quietly arriving at his feet.
He lowered his head, staring at the black and white soccer ball, a feeling of inexplicable irritation rising within him.
All of this seemed to come too easily, making him feel more bored than ever before.
"I'm so bored!"
Nagi Seishiro murmured softly.
Instead of stopping the ball, he bent his legs sharply, as if condensing all his frustration into that one kick. He exerted tremendous force, sending the ball through the center of the field from V team's penalty area, heading straight for Z team's goal.
"World...world wave?!"
Someone exclaimed in surprise, their voice filled with disbelief and shock.
A "world-class goal" is a sports term typically used in football to describe a spectacular, unexpected goal scored with a difficult shot.
"Are you kidding me? To actually encounter a ball of this caliber in a qualifying tournament?"
Many others muttered to themselves, their eyes glued to the rapidly advancing football, and could only run even harder, trying to intercept the game-changing goal at the last moment.
On the field, the players moved swiftly, like a silent dance. Nagi Seishiro's shot was like the climax of this dance, stunning everyone and instantly making the game tense and exciting.
For Nagi Seishiro, all of this seemed to be irrelevant to him.
He stood there, calmly watching the trajectory of the football, but a ripple of emotion stirred within him.
Team Z's goalkeeper, Iemon, kept his eyes fixed on the speeding football, judging its trajectory. His feet were firmly planted on the ground, ready to make a save.
But he was a step ahead; the black and white ball grazed the edge of his arm from the other side, carrying an undeniable force as it continued its rapid flight toward the goal.
A muscular, well-defined leg firmly blocked the football's path.
Suoh Hyo-hee appeared in front of the goal with incredible speed and reflexes. His left leg bent sharply, springing out like a spring, and his toe precisely touched the ball, sending it flying forward.
The soccer ball traced a beautiful arc through the air, flying in the opposite direction of its original trajectory. It soared over Nagi Seishiro's head, passed through the defensive line that Mikage Reio was trying to intercept, and headed straight for the goal.
What kind of force was that?
Reio Mikage seemed to be frozen in place by an invisible force. His body stiffened, and a look of disbelief flashed in his purple eyes, which then turned into deep shock.
The football, like a black lightning bolt, whistled through the air with dazzling speed and unimaginable power.
Even the V team's goalkeeper couldn't react in time and could only watch helplessly as the ball, with an irresistible force, knocked him backward and crashed into the net.
The net shook violently under the enormous impact, as if it might collapse at any moment.
Reio Mikage's face was blank with shock, staring at the guy who had shot such an astonishing shot.
That is—a sharp blade that can cut through all the thorns leading to the throne.
The cold light emanating from the blade was more dazzling than any treasure at that moment. It pierced through the inner peace of Mikage Rei-ou and blurred the "King's" vision.
I want him!
Mikage Reio wiped away her sweat, her purple eyes shining brighter than ever before.
3:2
Team Z is in the lead.
The thousand-horse-riding leopard strode over from afar, its face beaming with barely concealed excitement.
He patted Suoh Hyo-ki's shoulder forcefully, as if he wanted to concentrate all his praise and encouragement into that one pat.
"Well done, Suoh! That shot of yours was absolutely fantastic! We'll win this game soon and advance to the next round."
Suoh Hyo-hee tilted his head slightly and glanced at the V team players out of the corner of his eye; their faces were filled with disappointment and resentment.
He sighed softly, his tone carrying a hint of doubt and inquiry.
"What will happen to them? Will they have any chance, like a revival round?"
“There’s no such rule.” Kujou Wataru approached unnoticed, shaking his head with a firm and cold tone. “Elimination means the end. They can never enter the national team again. That’s the rule of the competition.”
Upon hearing this, Suoh Hyoki lowered his eyes and fell into deep thought. His brows furrowed slightly, as if pondering some important question. "...I see."
Suoh Koki looked up at Mikage Reiou, his eyes flashing with doubt and challenge. "But isn't this too unfair? Although football is an eleven-player sport and team victory is crucial, individual ability should also be considered in the assessment."
His tone was firm, as if he were defending his point of view.
"If we only consider team victory as the benchmark, wouldn't exceptionally talented players be dragged down by incompetent teammates?"
Suoh Hyo-ki's words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.
In the following matches, Suoh Koki kept a close eye on Mikage Reioh's movements.
One ball, two balls, three balls.
Suoh Hyo-hee dribbled the ball constantly, and with each breakthrough and shot, the score gap continued to widen, like an irreversible tidal wave.
8:2.
This score, which used to appear only on Team V's scoreboard, is now prominently displayed under Team Z's name.
Nagi Seishiro scratched his hair in frustration, a hint of confusion and unease in his eyes.
I'm so hungry, I feel like throwing up.
The discomfort coming from his stomach almost made him want to vomit.
His light brown eyes swept across the scoreboard, and cracks seemed to appear on his once expressionless face.
What does this feel like?
Unlike the excitement he felt during the last match against Team W, this time he felt an uncontrollable panic.
What is he afraid of?
It was just an ordinary match, so why was he so unsettled?
"Nagi? Are you feeling unwell?"
Reio Mikage keenly noticed Nagi Seishiro's unusual behavior and asked him with concern.
Nagi Seishiro looked up at Mikage Reio, who was trying to suppress a laugh. "It's nothing, I'm just a little hungry."
Upon hearing this, Mikage Reio smiled helplessly, clenching his fist to cover the corners of his slightly upturned mouth, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.
"Oh, you really are a handful. But it's okay, I'll treat you to a big meal after the competition to help you replenish your energy."
His words carried a hint of teasing and comfort, attempting to put Nagi Seishiro at ease.
Seishiro Nagi simply lowered his head silently and said nothing more.
In the dimly lit room, only the light from the screen flickered, illuminating the focused faces of Eishin Shiba and Teijin Anri.
They sat upright, their eyes fixed on the screen, watching the live broadcast of the final match in Blue Prison Block 5.
Anri Tei looked through the players' profiles. Her brows furrowed slightly, and a troubled expression appeared on her face.
"If Team Z wins this match..." He hesitated for a moment, then turned to Eishin Shiba, "Should we add another round of points matches to determine the final winner?"
Hui Xin Shiba's glasses shimmered with a faint white light reflected from the screen, obscuring the emotions in his eyes. He gave a soft hum, his voice revealing an undeniable firmness.
"Survival of the fittest is the rule of Blue Prison."
His tone was calm and decisive, as if he had already prepared for the worst.
On the screen, the players are fiercely battling for possession of the ball.
Z's Hyunaku dribbled past his opponent, his movements agile and swift, like a cheetah galloping across the plains. He skillfully evaded V's interception and steadily passed the ball to Kunishin Rensuke.
Kunigami Rensuke received the pass from Hiragaki, and his eyes instantly sharpened.
He charged forward with the ball, like a sharp blade, piercing straight into the heart of the V team's territory.
Seeing this, Team V's goalkeeper, Reio Mikage, reacted quickly and tried to intercept Rensuke Kunishin's attack.
Kunigami Rensuke cleverly bypassed Mikage Reio's defense and shot the ball into the goal.
9:2
Looking at the score on the screen, Akihime Tei couldn't help but feel a little worried.
She knew that if Team Z really won this match, then they would need to reschedule a points-based match to determine the final winner.
This means they might miss the match against the U-20 team.
She turned to look at Huixin Shiba, hoping to find a clue on his face.
Eishin Jūhachi's expression was unusually calm, as if he had made all the preparations.
"In any case, we will follow the rules."
Hui Xinshiba's voice was calm yet powerful: "The rules of Blue Prison are also ones we must abide by."
Just as the second half began, Kunishin Rensuke unleashed a powerful shot, sending the ball flying out of bounds like a wild horse.
Reio Mikage stood in the corner flag area, the white lines contrasting sharply with the soccer ball. His expression became more serious than ever before, as if he were carrying the fate of the entire team on his shoulders.
On the scoreboard, the number 9:2 was glaring and chilling, silently proclaiming the gap in strength between the two teams.
Both in terms of strength and score, Team V is in an unprecedented predicament. Reio Mikage's gaze pierced through the crowd and landed on Koki Suoh.
It's still far from perfect.
Both in terms of strength and score, the difference is too great.
That guy (Kouki Suoh) was incredibly intimidating, even more so than when he played against Amano Minaka.
A strong fighting spirit rose in Reio Mikage's heart. The sharp blade, shining with victory and glory, was right before him, and he longed to conquer it and seize it.
Reality, however, was like a cold iron chain, binding his steps.
It is difficult to turn the tide by one's own efforts alone.
At this moment, Nagi Seishiro struggled through the crowd, trying to earn himself a more spacious spot.
Ah, Rei-Oh is going to pass the ball to me!
This is so troublesome! I can control the ball anywhere, but it's just too crowded here.
Nagi Seishiro's heart was filled with impatience.
He wanted to shoot, he wanted to pass the ball, and he wanted to find out where this sudden negative emotion came from.
Just as Nagi Seishiro was about to show off his skills, Suoh Koki stood in his way like an insurmountable mountain.
Suoh Kōki kept a close eye on Mikage Reiō's every move.
During the first half of the match, he had already observed Reio Mikage's passing habits. Reio Mikage usually did not choose to shoot, but instead passed the ball to Seishiro Nagi or Zantetsu Kenjo.
Reio Mikage is more like a transit point on the field, delivering the ball to the two forwards at various tricky angles.
However, Suoh Koki secretly longed for Mikage Reio's shot. In his view, Mikage Reio was more talented than Nagi Seishiro; in other words, Mikage Reio was more valuable to him.
Reio Mikage, the center of attention, took a deep breath, his gaze shifting back and forth between the soccer ball at his feet and Seishiro Nagi in the crowd.
With a powerful volley, the ball flew perfectly past Nagishiro and headed towards the goal.
?
Why……?
Rei-Oh?!
Rei-Oh didn't pass the ball to me!
Nagishiro's mind went blank as a huge black skull appeared behind him.
The football landed steadily in the goal net with a muffled "thump".
On the scoreboard, the numbers jumped rapidly.
9:3.
Team V scored a goal at the start of the second half, adding a new element of suspense to this tense and exciting match.
Suoh Hyo-ki stood in the center of the field, his eyes fixed on the football that had just entered the net, and a thought flashed through his mind that he had expected this.
A carefully planned tactic slowly emerged in his mind.
Just as Suoh Koki was still slightly surprised by the goal that Team V had just scored, Mikage Reio had already begun his operation.
Reio Mikage quickly stood out from the crowd, and Kenjo Zentetsu realized Reio Mikage's intention. He immediately adjusted his position to create a better shooting opportunity for Reio Mikage.
But it seems that Reio Mikage doesn't need his help.
As Shirou Nagi watched Reio Mikage approach the goal step by step, a sense of doubt arose in his heart. He had never seen Reio Mikage choose to shoot so resolutely, especially at such a crucial moment.
Am I... going to be abandoned?
Reio Mikage dribbled the ball to the edge of the field. He took a deep breath and then stomped on the ball with all his might. His entire body seemed to gather strength, and all eyes were focused on him.
Seishiro Nagi appeared beside him.
Just when everyone thought he would choose to pass the ball or break through, Reio Mikage suddenly made an unexpected move.
With a powerful volley, the football flew towards the goal like an arrow released from a bow.
This ball was not only extremely fast, but also had a tricky angle, grazing right past Suoh Hyo-hee's cheek, causing his black hair to fly wildly.
Suoh Koki was stunned; he had never imagined that Mikage Reiō would choose to shoot from this position.
"Shameless bastard!" Suoh Koki looked coldly at Mikage Reiō.
"Exactly the same, right? I've watched the W team vs. Z team match at least five times." Mikage Reio stuck out her tongue provocatively.
Suoh Koki's actions towards Amano Minaka were retaliated against by Mikage Reiou, and the similar situation gave Suoh Koki a strong sense of déjà vu. He tried to react, but it was too late.
The football traced a perfect arc in the air before slamming into the goal net with a loud thud.
The numbers on the scoreboard changed again.
"Good!"
9:4.
Team Z's lead was further narrowed, while Team V seemed to see a glimmer of hope for a comeback.
This match no longer seems to be a duel between Team Z and Team V, but rather a duel between Suoh Koki and Mikage Reio.
Suoh Koki realized that to win this duel against Mikage Reio, traditional tactics and personal skills alone would be far from enough. What he needed was an unconventional ability—the ability to communicate with his opponent telepathically and even anticipate their actions.
Thus, a bold idea quietly sprouted in his mind.
Reio Mikage, become a part of my story!
An evolving protagonist needs perfect supporting characters.
Green eyes that seemed to exude a purple aura.
Suoh Koki imitated Mikage Reiō's movements, replicating his skills one-to-one.
The soccer ball grazed Reio Mikage's cheek, causing her purple hair to flutter.
"Good!"
10:4
Team Z's advantage has been widened once again.
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A note from the author:
Mikage Plaza is a meme—luckily, Rei has a good temper, otherwise Blue Prison would turn into Mikage Plaza in no time.
Kenjou's fall was intentional; it was part of Rei-ou's tactic. (To force someone out of the match, attempting an 11 vs. 10 battle.)
*Source: Baidu.
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