After all, it now seems that this kid has a great relationship with the guy who gives the coach a lot of headaches.

"Due to damage to the field, this match has been temporarily suspended and subsequent matches will be rescheduled later."

Soon, Coach Kurobe's voice was heard on the radio.

Obviously, several coaches also discussed before making this decision.

Is this the first halftime timeout in an official match ever achieved by the U-17 team?

In the past, the game would be a tie-break until one side won.

After hearing the final result, Jingguang finally let out the breath he had been holding on to. His tense nerves relaxed, his body swayed slightly, and then he fell straight down.

“Kagemitsu——”

"Kagemitsu!"

"careful--"

Many people ran towards the field, the front ones were Yukimura Seiichi and Atobe Keigo, followed closely by Oshitari, Sanada Tezuka Fuji Shiraishi and others.

Brother, Jingshi, and everyone else, I am sorry for making you worried.

I'm fine.

Jingguang wanted to tell everyone, but when he opened his lips, he realized that he had lost the strength to speak.

It's really rare.

Is this the first time?

Being pushed to this extent.

To paraphrase the words of the underworld,

It's really... lame.

His body was caught by Onijujiro and Irie Kanata, and then gently handed over to Atobe Keigo who had rushed over.

"Take him to the infirmary for a checkup and let him have a good rest. He may be exhausted."

Onijujiro spoke up.

"Ah, yes, I understand. Thank you, senior."

Atobe Keigo nodded, then supported Keimitsu and prepared to leave.

Yukimura Seiichi said, "Atobe, can I help you? I have the ointment for relieving muscle fatigue that Jingguang gave me last time. I always carry it with me, so I'll use it first."

The nervous Atobe Keigo glanced at him without any defense, "Ah, then thank you, Yukimura."

"You're welcome."

Yukimura Seiichi's gaze fell on the sleepy and defenseless face of Keimitsu, and a ripple flashed across his eyes, but it disappeared in an instant before Atobe could see clearly.

The Hyotei group was busy preparing to follow Atobe to help Jingguang to the infirmary, but they were stopped by Atobe.

"You guys stay here and see what those coaches are up to. Huh?"

"Yes, Minister."

"Genichirō, I'll be back soon."

"Oh, I won't let up."

On the sidelines, Tokugawa Kazuya, Oni Jujiro, and Irie Kanata looked at the backs of the junior high school students.

Irie turned around to look at the field that was more than 30% destroyed, and said in a tone of watching a good show, "The field is pretty badly damaged. The coaches are going to have a headache again."

"But, that kid, is he related to that guy?"

Tokugawa Kazuya stared at the junior high school student's back and spoke in a firm voice.

When he saw the last move, the only things that flashed through his mind were disbelief and denial.

However, no matter how much he didn't want to believe it, the facts were right in front of him.

That ball has never been used by anyone except that man.

But now it appears in the hands of a strange junior high school boy. Even if you use your toes to think, you can guess that the two must be related.

Or a deeper origin.

"If he hadn't consumed so much energy before, the power of this move would probably be increased by another 20%."

Kijujiro looked down at the densely packed cracks on one side of the field and said.

"That's interesting. I'm really curious about his relationship with that person~"

Irie Kanata's eyes were full of desire to explore. There was nothing he could do, he was just too curious.

That's that person~