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➥▮『ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 𝟹𝟶』▯

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Perched on the bench next to the team's god striker, you observed him with keen interest as he remained immersed in the game, his focus unwavering. Drawing closer, you scrutinized his features, noting the chiseled contours of his face, accentuated by a rugged charm.

In the intimacy of this moment, you couldn't help but marvel at the flawless dimensions of his face, a testament to his striking appearance. It was a privilege to witness such perfection up close, a reminder of the beauty that existed within the realm of human expression.

Reflecting on your fascination with anime characters, you acknowledged that some might perceive it as peculiar, particularly given their fictional ages. However, you embraced this affinity with bravery, recognizing that in this alternate reality where you shared the same age as some of these characters, your connection to them felt more authentic, transcending the boundaries of mere fiction.

Lost in the mesmerizing depths of the striker's eyes, you were oblivious to the passage of time until a sudden shift in his demeanor alerted you to his realization that someone was observing him. As he turned towards you, his expression registering surprise, you found yourself unexpectedly close to him, prompting him to instinctively pull back.

In contrast, your reaction was subdued, devoid of any visible response as you continued to stare, captivated by the intensity of the moment. The air between you seemed charged with an unspoken tension, as if caught in a suspended moment where words ceased to exist, leaving only the lingering gaze that bound you together in an inexplicable connection.

"Wha-"

Disregarding the striker's reaction, your attention swiftly shifted back to the unfolding action on the field. With keen focus, you followed the seamless coordination between Inamori, Goenji, and Haizaki as they orchestrated Japan's initial offensive surge.

As the ball traversed the pitch, guided by the telepathic connection between the players, it was intercepted from Haizaki by the Korean team. With swift precision, they maneuvered the ball, weaving it through their ranks in a calculated assault on the Japanese goal.

However, their advance was abruptly halted by the timely intervention of Fubuki, who unleashed his signature hissatsu technique, "Ice Ground." A frigid wave rippled across the field as Fubuki conjured a formidable barrier of ice, effectively thwarting the opponent's attempt to score.

In that pivotal moment, amidst the flurry of movement and anticipation, Fubuki's mastery over his technique shone brightly, turning the tide in Japan's favor and eliciting a collective roar of approval from the crowd.

Resting your chin on both palms, you observed the match unfold with a mixture of intrigue and mild boredom. The rhythm of the game held your attention, yet failed to fully captivate your interest.

Amidst the action on the field, the blue-haired player's commanding voice pierced through the air, urging his teammate, Baek, to advance forward. Baek's response was brash and confident, signaling his readiness to heed the call without hesitation.

Suddenly, the atmosphere crackled with anticipation as Hiura positioned himself at the forefront of a swirling cloud of red-orange smoke, poised to intercept their opponent's hissatsu move. Despite his valiant effort, Hiura's attempt to block was ultimately unsuccessful, leaving the path to the goal ominously clear.

Undeterred, Endou, the stalwart goalkeeper, braced himself for the impending challenge. With unwavering determination, he squared his shoulders and prepared to confront the fiery onslaught unleashed by the opposing player. As the opponent unleashed their hissatsu move, "Red Break," a blaze of fiery energy surged towards Endou, testing his resolve and mettle in a decisive showdown.