EOS 2 - 3 World 11.
The game was slipping.
Mori, Aikawa, and Amagi—each drowning in their own ego, refused to work together.
Their attacks crumbled before they could even reach the goal.
Kaiser Eberhart, watching from a distance, sneered. "Pathetic."
But then—
Something changed.
Aikawa snapped first.
"This isn't working. If I want to score—"
His eyes flicked toward Mori and Amagi.
—Then I need to use them.
Aikawa surged forward, but instead of taking a reckless shot, he baited two defenders toward him—before slipping the ball to Mori.
Mori instantly realized what was happening.
He grinned.
Fine. If I use you, I win.
Mori pretended to shoot—only to let the ball roll between his legs, fooling both defenders—and leaving the ball perfectly lined up for Amagi.
Amagi grinned.
He took one step—and launched a curling shot.
BANG!
GOAL.
EOS 3 - 3 World 11.
The three glared at each other—their bodies still tense from their internal war.
They had devoured each other, using and manipulating their movements to reach their own goal.
And yet—
It worked.
The Arrival of the Monster
But before EOS could even celebrate, chaos erupted.
One of the World 11 players—Lorenzo Bianchi, the Italian center-back—collapsed.
He had gone for a tackle but twisted his ankle in the process.
The match was stopped.
Trainers rushed in.
Kaiser Eberhart sighed. "Tch. What a waste."
He glanced toward the sidelines.
And his smirk widened.
"Oi, Kaizen."
Silence.
Every head turned.
Kaiser pointed straight at Shunji Kaizen, the EOS Director and former rival of Kaiser
"Get in."
Everyone froze.
Kaizen raised an eyebrow. "You're not serious."
Kaiser's smirk grew. "Why not? You're the only one here who can keep up."
Some of the World 11—like Castillo and Rajput—actually nodded in agreement.
Then, the old legends watching from the sidelines—Nakamura, Takeuchi, Hayashi—joined in.
"Do it, Kaizen," Nakamura called out.
"Show these kids what a real monster looks like," Takeuchi added.
Kaizen sighed. "Tch."
Then—
He smirked.
"Fine."
He took off his coat and walked onto the field.
And from that moment—
Hell began.
Kaiser and Kaizen—side by side.
The game resumed.
And immediately—
The world tilted.
EOS lunged in to stop them—
But it was useless.
Kaiser and Kaizen played football like absolute tyrants.
They didn't pass to each other. They devoured each other.
One moment, Kaiser stole the ball from Kaizen to take the shot.
The next, Kaizen body-blocked Kaiser just to redirect the ball into the net himself.
They didn't hesitate to use their own teammates.
Rajput? A tool for a give-and-go.
Thiago Santos? A puppet for drawing out defenders.
Even "the World 11"—their own team—became mere instruments in their hands.
The EOS top 11—even Mori, Renji, and Aikawa—were nothing more than puppets running after the ball.
It wasn't football anymore.
It was war.
Kaiser and Kaizen—unstoppable.
The score shifted.
EOS 3 - 4 World 11.
Then—
EOS 3 - 5 World 11.
The Unstoppable Ego
No one could stop them.
No one could even touch the ball.
Mori, Renji, Aikawa—all of them were being crushed.
Kaizen and Kaiser's rivalry and ego overshadowed everything—devouring the entire field.
The top 11 weren't just losing.
They weren't even playing.
And as the score hit 5-3, the only thought running through their heads was—
"How do we stop monsters?"
[To Be Continued…]