Chapter 77 Football 77 Instinct
"I apologize for interrupting your match."
Qianqie Baoma stood there, his signature long red hair unusually tied back, giving him a clean and sharp look. He exuded a sharp aura.
Beside him stood a tall, blue-haired boy, his expression calm and his gaze gentle.
“Ah, Qianqie, and…” Jie Shiyi narrowed her eyes, examined it carefully, and then showed a surprised expression, “Bingzhi?”
"Good morning."
Bingzhi Yang nodded slightly, her voice soft, with a polite smile, and greeted everyone.
Without any pleasantries, Senki Hyoma went straight to the point with Seiichi Asahi and Seishiro Nagi, asking, "His team wants to compete against us. What do you think?"
Nagi Seishiro didn't seem to care, while Kiyoshi walked towards them with great enthusiasm, not forgetting to nod and apologize to the three members of the Blue Team (Kuro-na Ran-se, Amano Minaka, and Kiyo-ra-jin) as he said he would go ahead first.
"Then let's compete again next time."
The three members of the blue team nodded.
"OK, OK."
"Um."
"Let's compete again next time."
"Tsk." Nagi Seishiro put one hand on the back of his neck, gently kneading his stiff muscles, and followed Kiyoshi with dragging steps. "Couldn't we wait until tomorrow? I'm already very tired today."
"What are you talking about? Nagi, our match has only lasted fifteen minutes."
"Does time pass so slowly? I thought half a lifetime had already passed."
"ha?"
They walked further and further away, and their voices gradually faded away.
"Since they've left, how about we try a three-on-three match against the virtual players?" Kuronoshi suggested.
"OK."
"Um."
Then three blue virtual players emerged from the ground.
The match began, and Tenno Minaka served first. He flashed forward, attempting to break through the defense.
The towering virtual player stood before him like a mountain, its arms outstretched as if to swallow him whole.
Ten no Minaka frowned, changed his footwork, and used a feint to get past his opponent, but before he could catch his breath, the virtual player had already followed closely behind, with a speed that was astonishing.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the red-haired boy behind me, “Black Name”.
Hei Minglan quickly moved in to provide support.
The virtual player pressed against the body of the black-named Lan Shi, straining his shoulder. A steal, and the ball was at the virtual player's feet.
Qing Luoren seized the opportunity, took a step forward, and engaged in a fierce battle with the virtual player.
After successfully winning the ball, instead of rushing to decide whether to continue forward or pass the ball, he thought about who to pass it to.
Ranze Kurona's goal was closer, but Minakata Tenno was closer himself.
"Heavenly Guardian".
The ball was passed from his toes to Tenno Minaka's feet.
He chose Amanominaka.
This was not a choice he made for convenience, nor was it a hasty decision.
Ranse Kurona is 168cm tall, while I am even shorter, only 165cm.
Facing three virtual players who are 180cm tall, the two of them are no match at all; only Tennoyuu, who is also 180cm tall, has the ability to compete.
But he didn't seem to want to engage in this kind of physical struggle.
Even so, Kiyokazuki still chose Amanomichi.
Tenno Minaka received the ball.
Now all three virtual players rushed towards him.
Tenno Minaka's gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, and his golden pupils gleamed with a cold light under the lamplight.
Her dark blue short hair fluttered slightly in the wind, and beneath the wisps of hair on her forehead were a pair of deep and calm eyes.
His gaze swept across the entire room, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Kurono Ranshi.
Kuro's height is approximately 168 cm, and the distance of each step is approximately between 61 cm and 71 cm.
Ten no Michū was rapidly calculating in his mind, a series of data flashing through his thoughts.
If the ball is passed to the left, the player with the black name (player name) definitely won't be able to receive it; the distance is too far. If it's passed to the right, although the distance is suitable, it will be intercepted by the virtual player. However, after the ball is intercepted, the player with the Qingluo Blade (player name) who has been closely following behind him will appear from behind him, steal the ball, and pass it back to him.
Amano Minaka had already anticipated the latter part of the match.
Sure enough, he still didn't like playing against virtual players with fixed stats.
Amano Minaka frowned slightly as his gaze fell on the virtual players. The opponents, composed of data, moved stiffly and predictably, each step pre-programmed.
Rigid and uniform.
Amanomi's lips curled down slightly, and a hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes.
This kind of competition... is incredibly boring.
The stats of virtual players are fixed, and their actions can be predicted through calculation.
The outcome of this match was already predetermined; the Blue Team (as the human side) was destined to win.
The only difference is how they play and how they express their style.
The victory, which seemed too easy to achieve, evoked not only boredom but also disgust.
What he craved was the thrill of the unknown, not this mechanical confrontation.
Just as Tenno Minaka was about to pass the ball to the right, Kurona Ranse suddenly flashed to the left like lightning.
Ten no Michū's pupils suddenly contracted, a hint of shock flashing in his golden eyes.
Black Name Lan Shi's speed was astonishing, almost on par with Thousand-Cut Leopard Horse, or even... possibly faster.
Tenno Minakata's heart beat slightly faster, his gaze fixed on Kurona Ranse, a surge of uncontrollable excitement welling up within him.
Blue Prison is really a great place. He immediately encountered two players he wanted, and Black Name was even better than Thousand-Cut Leopard Horse.
It is a precious gear that is completely undamaged.
While Ten no Michū's brain was working at lightning speed, his footwork remained perfectly steady.
He quickly adjusted the direction of the pass, flicked it with his toe, and the football flew towards Heiming Lanshi like a precise arrow.
After receiving the ball, Ran Shi with the black name swiftly swept across the court like the wind.
The virtual player attempted to intercept, but was easily outmaneuvered. Kurono Ranshi's movements were agile and nimble, completely baffling to anyone.
In the latter half of the match, Tenno Minaka had completely taken control of the rhythm of the game (Kuroname Ranse).
Every pass and every run he made was incredibly precise, as if he were conducting a meticulously choreographed symphony.
That's not enough... we need more.
Amano Minaka's gaze lingered on Kurona Ranse; the match seemed like a two-person show between them. Kiyokazuki stood not far away, his gaze calm and focused, his emerald eyes utterly unwavering, consciously playing the role of a ghost.
After practice, Tenno Minaka carried three bottles of water to the rest area. As he approached, his gaze swept over Kiyoro Ren and Kurona Ranse, who were sitting nearby. With a gentle toss, the two unopened bottles of mineral water traced graceful arcs through the air before landing precisely in their laps.
Kurono Ranse sat on the ground with a bright smile on his face. The intense training just now seemed to have exhausted him in the slightest. He chuckled and said, "Thank you, thank you!"
Qing Luoren seemed somewhat surprised. He looked down at the bottled water in his arms, paused for a moment, and then said softly, "Thanks."
His voice was deep and calm, with a hint of barely perceptible aloofness.
He stood up and walked to the other end of the chair, seemingly not wanting to have much interaction with Amano Minaka.
Amano Minaka didn't care about Kiyoro's attitude. His gaze fell on Kurona Ranse, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, asking, "How did you expect me to pass the ball to the left?"
Kurona Ranse blinked, pointed at herself, and looked puzzled: "Hmm? Are you asking me?"
Seeing that Tenno Minaka nodded, he scratched his head, trying hard to recall which pass it was.
After a moment, he shrugged. "Which time? You passed the ball too many times, I can't remember."
A pure light shone in Kurono Ran's eyes. He paused, then continued, "But if you ask me why I went to that side (the passing spot), there's only one answer."
"That's intuition."
Ranze Kurono's voice was firm and confident, as if stating a very simple fact.
There was no hesitation or doubt in his eyes, only an almost instinctive certainty.
"I'm not very smart, and I'm not good at doing mental calculations or anything like that."
"And his grades were a complete mess."
His expression turned helpless, and the mineral water bottle in his hand seemed to be squeezed tightly, making a slight "clicking" sound.
"I came to that place because my intuition told me that it was the only optimal spot."
These words caused Tenno Minaka to unconsciously raise an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his golden eyes. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on Kurona Ranse, as if re-examining the boy. At the same time, Kiyokazuki was also drawn in by these words, raising his head with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.
Intuition? ...It's instinct.
Tenno Minaka lowered his eyes, a thoughtful expression reflected in his golden pupils. He didn't speak, but a wave of emotion surged within him.
He is not good at playing football by "instinct," perhaps because he doesn't have much emotion for the sport itself, or perhaps because he is more used to controlling everything with rationality and calculation.
Ranze Kurono's words touched him in a way he had never felt before.
“Instinct…” Tenno Minaka repeated the word softly, his tone carrying a complex emotion.
Suoh Hyo-ki also abandoned himself, following the guidance of his instincts.
Does this prove that the path I've taken is wrong?
He remained silent and did not speak.
Speak of the devil and he appears.
"middle."
Suoh Koki appeared at the door, calling out the name of Amanomi.
Amano Minaka was stunned for a moment, thinking it was a hallucination, until Kurono Ranse and Kiyoro Ren turned their gazes toward him and he realized that Suoh Koki had really appeared.
He stood up and hesitantly walked towards Suoh Hyoki.
Qingluoren's gaze followed the receding figure of Tenno Minaka, then he turned his head slightly to look at Kurona Ranse, who was sitting on the grass, and said, "I advise you not to get too close to him."
Hei Minglan raised his head, looking directly at Qing Luoren, trying to read something from that cold and stern face.
But Qing Luoren's expression remained completely calm, like a bottomless lake, so calm that it sent a chill down one's spine.
"That guy is a ghost," Qing Luoren said calmly, without a trace of emotion in his voice.
"What? What?"
Hei Minglan was stunned for a moment, his doubts deepening. He opened his mouth, as if wanting to ask further, but Qing Luoren continued, "Besides, without your own weapon, you can't survive to the end in the selfish Blue Prison."
"Domination? Control?" Kuroi Ranshi repeated incredulously, "Domination? Control?"
He frowned, his mind rapidly replaying the details of the recent practice match. Somehow, he had equated those two words with passing the ball.
"Although this is a blue prison that only pursues the strongest striker, football is a sport of eleven men."
"A sport for eleven people."
"Furthermore, isn't winning in the end more important for us now?"
"Win in the end."
Qing Luoren's emerald green eyes stared at Heiming Lanshi. "So that's what you think?"
Their eyes met.
Qing Luoren noticed that the other person still looked optimistic, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just silently lowered his head and gripped the mineral water bottle in his hand.
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Author's note: I've added some visual transitions from the previous chapter.
There might be another chapter tonight. [Pigeon][Pigeon][Pigeon]
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