10th April 2025
'Insane... Itoshi has mastered the Gyro-Shot! He's definitely ahead of me now! Morita is also definitely ahead of me too... which sucks... I'm not sure about the rest, but Hayashi is cold and calculating, and I'd easily get demolished by him if I'm not on my top game.'
"Hey hey hey-Bastard! This is My game! Are you stupid or something!?" Morita shouts at Itoshi as he bumps against him.
"What the fuck? You egotistical prick! football's a team game!" Itoshi fires back.
"Guys... Calm down..." Tanigawa says as he seperates them.
"I just had to be put against the most insufferable fucks-you too Tanigawa!" Itoshi shouts.
"P-Please stop guys!" Nobu tries to reason.
Hayashi, Aizawa, and Onishi watch on from the sidelines.
"Stop it Itoshi" Ren pushes Itoshi away. He looks up to Morita, "I'll dethrone you and become the best again, pop star!"
He turns away, "Red Team, group huddle!"
Ren, Itoshi, Fujisawa, Endo, Aizawa, Nomura huddle around.
"Guys, I think I've gotten a decent read of the pitch, and I-"
"Woah woah woah! Who're you to make shots? You've only played one game for this club!" Aizawa shouts.
Aizawa is 6 feet on the dot. His hair is long and unkempt, and he has a neck beard. His hair is brown.
"I want to hear it from the cap-" Aizawa is cut off,
"Would you please shut the fuck up?! Even your fucking voice is annoying!" Fujisawa shouts.
Endo sits and watches.
"You two! I'm the captain, and I say listen to him!" Itoshi butts in.
Aizawa and Fujisawa reluctantly pay attention.
"I think the best option we have is to make sure Morita never gets the ball... That's just bad news. We can beat the rest of their team, but Morita is a demon on the ball. That's all" Ren jogs back to the kickoff line.
"Are you fairies done your circlejerk? So we can finally get back to My game." Morita mocks.
"Yes, princess, we're ready." Ren informs as red team gets in their positions.
Morita passes it to Hayashi.
'Hayashi will pass it back to Morita!'
Ren charges at Hayashi, trapping him there.
"Come on! I dare you to pass!" Ren teases.
Hayashi is clearly confused. Ren sticks his foot out and gets the ball, it's half a step ahead of him, but he ca-
Morita's aura fills Ren's vision,
terror
"Oi... What's this playstyle, sleeping beauty?" Morita asks, no joking tone on his voice.
He gets the ball and starts dribbling. He gets past Itoshi with ease, rainbow flicking it over his head, then Fujisawa, feinting right, then cutting left, then Aizawa, with a simple nutmeg, and finally he beats Endo.
Barely though, Endo managed to hold out a while. But a controlled lob pass to himself secure Morita getting passed.
"Yo, goalie!" He says.
Nomura sweats, ready to save whatever shot.
"Knuckle."
Morita hits a knuckle ball at lighting speeds, Nomura will never be able to save that...
'I got injured for two weeks, and now that I'm back this new guy makes me feel fear.
This new guy's making me his bitch!?
Fuck that!
I'll surpass Morita, I'll surpass Fujimura, I'll surpass Kisaki, I'll surpass them all!
This won't stop me...'
Everything seems to go black for Ren...
Ren slams his foot into the ball, slamming it out of play.
"How did you-?" Morita exclaims in shock.
But Ren's eyes looked dazed... He's in the flow...
The greatest footballers, Zephyr Müller, Ethan Cole, Péle, etc. all talk about them entering a 'flow' state, where they don't really think about what they do, it's almost instinct.
It's a blue team corner...