Chapter 96 Football 96: The World Will Remember My Name
A white figure suddenly burst out from the rear, tearing through space with its speed.
Suoh Koki's astonished pupils dilated. Just as he was about to touch the ball, Nagi Seishiro, with his terrifying explosiveness and superhuman flexibility, managed to cut into the passing path from an impossible angle and stop the ball.
[Nagi Seishiro!! An unbelievable steal! He single-handedly wrested possession back from the U-20's attack!]
The commentator's exclamation mingled with the gasps of the audience.
Possession of the ball changed hands instantly.
The morale of Blue Prison exploded like a powder keg that had been lit.
For a moment, all the players were doing their best to stop the U20 players so that Nagi Seishiro could get the ball.
Nagi Seishiro's eyes, which always carried an air of languor, now pierced through the crowd with the coldness of a hunter spotting its prey, heading straight for the opponent's goal.
"It's you again, you little rascal."
Shan Tang Qiuren followed closely, and when he saw that Nagi Seishiro was not yet in a stable position, he made a precise and fierce sliding tackle, rushing towards the football at Nagi's feet with the spirit of regaining possession.
"I told you, you can't stop me with your defense, so just give me the ball."
Faced with Akito Sendou's suffocating pressing, Nagi Seishiro's usually calm eyes showed a rare moment of hesitation.
He was well aware that his dribbling skills were insufficient to safely protect the ball and advance under pressure from someone of Shan Tang Qiuren's caliber.
Turn and pass? But the risk remains, and it would delay the opportunity. No one on the field is in a good shooting position, including him.
However, the most direct, efficient, and risk-reward ratio solution is still—
Just as Akito Sendou's studs were about to graz the ball in the blink of an eye, Seishiro Nagi made a decision that made the entire stadium hold its breath. His long leg, imbued with monstrous power, swung like a fully drawn bow towards the soccer ball in front of him without warning.
"Bang—!!!"
A deafening, heart-stopping bang exploded.
The football seemed to be struck by an invisible giant hammer, instantly turning into a blurry white afterimage. With a shrill whistle that tore through the air, it shot out from Nagi Seishiro's feet and headed straight for the goal 35 meters away.
It's not about skillful shooting that pursues precision; it's about the savage release of pure power and speed.
The football traced an almost straight line through the air, then plummeted in a deadly trajectory, like a divine spear, piercing the absolute dead corner of the top right of the goal.
U-20 goalkeeper Bujugen leaped out like an arrow, his arms outstretched to their limit. But the ball's speed exceeded the limits of human reaction; Bujugen's fingertips couldn't even feel the air currents created by the ball as it passed, and he could only watch in despair as the white lightning bolt slammed into the side netting inside the goal with overwhelming force.
"Bang—Buzz!!!"
The immense impact caused the entire goal frame to groan under the strain, and the net was lifted high, like a sail being torn up by a gale.
2:2
The score was tied in an instant.
The entire stadium seemed to be paused, falling into a suffocating, vacuum-like silence. Everyone, including the players, coaches, and spectators, was completely stunned by that shot that defied all reason.
Time seemed to freeze for a few seconds.
immediately--
[GOOD! GOOD! A world-class goal! An unbelievable world-class goal!! From 35 meters out, after intercepting the ball, he didn't even adjust his position, he even exerted force from the spot.] The commentator's voice was hoarse and cracked with extreme excitement.
Unbelievable! Data shows that Seishiro Nagi has only been playing soccer for less than a year. What terrifying talent! His astonishing shot opened the scoring for Lazio, leveling the score.
[I never imagined I'd live to see a Japanese player score such a stunning goal! He will be a hero for Japan! Even though Lazio lost this match, I will remember him, everyone present will remember him. Japan will remember him, the world will remember him.]
Like a volcano that has been building up to its limit, it suddenly erupts.
A deafening roar, a mixture of ecstasy, horror, screams, and pure power worship, instantly engulfed the entire stadium with overwhelming force! The stands seemed to tremble under the impact of the sound waves.
After completing the shot, Nagi Seishiro stood quietly in place, tilting his head slightly, his eyes, lacking any luster, calmly watching the football still spinning on its own in the net.
The raging waves enveloped him, and countless voices were frantically calling his name.
——Nagi Seishiro.
"Nagi Seishirou!"
"Nagi Seishirou!"
"Nagi Seishirou!"
A thought, tinged with confusion, understanding, and a strange sense of satisfaction, gently slid through his mind, which usually only contained "trouble."
At this moment, this stadium, this country, and even more distant places, all remembered this white, languid yet destructive figure.
Nagi Seishiro, who always had a blank expression, had a rare, small but clear curve at the corner of his mouth, like a crack in ice.
It wasn't ecstasy, but more like... confirmation.
They recognized their own talent, which was enough to crush all obstacles.
"……main character?"
Is this how "protagonists" are treated?
So exciting!
A surge of excitement, like a subtle electric current, coursed through Nagi Seishiro's body with unprecedented clarity. At this moment, the Blue Prison revealed its terrifying fangs, capable of crushing any obstacle.
Inside the observation room.
"Bang!" Bu Luan Niao slammed her fist on the table, her face so gloomy it could drip water.
He miscalculated.
They completely miscalculated.
He never expected that the Blue Prison created by that madman Huixin Shiba could actually produce monsters capable of rivaling the elites of the U-20 nations.
That earth-shattering world-class goal was like a resounding slap across his face.
He leaned back heavily in his chair in silence, his eyes unfathomable. Suddenly, his tapping stopped abruptly, his pupils contracted sharply, and a savage smile, a mixture of cruelty and greed, slowly crept onto the corners of his mouth.
Blue Prison... I must take it down.
"It's your turn to go on stage, Jun."
“I remember I’ve already submitted my application to leave the team. There’s no way I’ll be a substitute for this match.” Tenno Minaka frowned slightly, his tone cold and distant.
"Hehehe..." Bu Luanying's low laughter echoed in the small space. "Zhongjun, you need to know that football has never been just a sport. It's a business, a stage play that can attract countless eyes and generate huge profits. And the players are the actors on the stage."
"The higher-ups have invested a considerable amount of resources in this crucial match. Promoting only Shan Tang Qiuren is too low a return. We need more stars to generate buzz, whether it's 'King,' 'Gem,' or even those hyenas from Blue Prison."
"Isn't this the reason you're here?" Furan Tsutsugu precisely pierced the old wound in Amano Minaka's heart.
A chilling anger swept through Tenno's heart, only to be replaced by an even more fervent ambition.
Indeed, if it weren't for this match, he would have already arrived at Barcelona.
The U20 team's strength lies in its impenetrable defense, but it lacks a strong attacking forward. When he's in a stable mood, Suoh Koki is a good choice, but he's making frequent mistakes due to Nishioka Hatsumi, making substitution the best option.
Amano Minaka had long been prepared to replace Suoh Koki on the field.
"You're very unwilling, aren't you? Because your father is the national team coach, you can only linger on the fringes and can't enter the core of the Japanese football team. You have the ability of a striker, but you have to settle for a midfielder... Just leaving like this, like a defeated dog, is not the way you should leave the stage."
"Before you leave, how about we pull off a big heist?" He leaned back, spread his hands, and threw out the deadly bait: "As long as you can create enough buzz on the field, bring overwhelming attention to the U-20 and ultimately secure victory... give us the benefits we want, and we'll do whatever you want! If I were you, I'd ask the coach for a fortune—ten million yen for every goal scored. After all, a 'god's' appearance fee has to match his status, doesn't it?"
"Haha, isn't that overestimating me? Ten million per ball?" Ten no Minaka laughed and shook his head, neither accepting nor rejecting outright, deftly setting aside this tempting and trap-laden proposal.
“However,” he abruptly changed his tone, his molten gold pupils suddenly brightening, as if flames were churning within them, “I accept your invitation.”
His blood burned silently in his veins, gripped by an almost predatory excitement.
"I will make the world remember my name."
"I'll handle things with the association." Furan Tsutomu's voice came from the shadows behind the closed door, carrying an unquestionable command. "But there's a condition: to maximize profits, you can't score with Itoshi Sae's passes."
The heavy doors slowly closed, leaving only a sliver of space. Tenno Minaka turned his head, and through that sliver of space, only a pair of golden eyes burning with ambition stared into view, like an abyss.
[We see that the Blue Prison team has made another substitution, with Senki Hyoma and Yukimiya Kenyu being replaced. These two have been very active in the attacking third today, almost covering the entire offensive area. Replacing players in such good form at this stage of the game seems a bit risky.] The commentator's voice carried a hint of disbelief.
Another commentator continued, "The player who's coming on, Reio Mikage, and his teammate Seishiro Nagi both belong to the Hakuho High School soccer team. They're collectively known as the 'Hakuho Supernovas.' Will his appearance bring a new twist to this match?"
[The Japanese U20 national team also quickly responded by substituting their star striker, Akihito Sendou?! Both coaches simultaneously made substitutions of key players at this critical juncture... Wait—the U20 team brought on... Minaka Amano! It's that "Child of God," Minaka Amano! He's about to enter the game!]
On the sidelines, Jie Shiyi's sharp gaze swept over the newly entered Qing Luoren, his brows furrowed, and he asked in a deep voice, "What new instructions does Huixin have?"
Qing Luoren spoke casually, yet with a chilling undertone, "Ah, he said... he wanted me to clean up the trash."
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