The Hunger For Evolution

Match: Kojiro fc vs Saitama fc

Score:3-2

Time Remaining: 10 minutes

Under the applause of the crowd,Asura Shiro stands tall, arms stretched outward with palms open, facing the crowd. His posture radiates confidence, almost as if he is inviting the crowd to acknowledge his dominance.

Behind him , his teammates were celebrating their second with newfound hope in theirs eyes while looking at the back of the number 14 with admiration.

Everyone in the stadium were looking at Shiro in awe.

It was normal,right now Asura Shiro was the brightest star on the field.

Ego Pov:

"Did you find anything on him?I asked Anri while watching Shiro go through the defense.

"Yes,he is an orphan who was offer a full scholarship by Kojiro Highschool for his high iq and academical ability. Surprisingly this is his first match for Kojiro fc. " Anri said with great confusion.

Ego's focus intensified as the player prepared for his second goal. With a swift flick of the ball over Reo's head, the young striker left his defender scrambling. Nagi lunged forward, attempting to block the shot, but Shiro was already one step ahead. In a fluid motion, he feigned a shot, freezing Nagi in place, before shifting his weight and curling a Trivela shot with perfect precision. The ball sailed to the left corner of the net, unstoppable. Ego leaned back, a knowing smile on his face. "A fake that baited the defender and a Trivela that sealed his fate. This kid's composure is next level."

Ego's eyes locked onto the ball as it swerved perfectly into the net. A knowing smirk crossed his face. "That shot... it's not just a skill; it's a technique born from pressure, forged in the moment. A move that could dismantle any defense, any player who dares to stand in his way. He faked him out with precision and then curved that Trivela like it was part of his DNA. This is no longer just instinct. We're witnessing the evolution of a true genius—someone who's creating a technique that will change the game once again, effortlessly."

After witnessing the shot, Ego couldn't help but smirk, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "This kid's evolution… it's not just impressive—it's a wake-up call. Look at Nagi and Reo, their style is shifting before our eyes. They're more connected to the game now, more in tune with their instincts than ever before. That level of creativity, that ability to craft new techniques under pressure—it's pushing them to evolve. They're becoming something more than just players; they're tapping into a new dimension of the game. They're no longer following; they're leading. Better than anyone else on their team."

Nagi Pov:

Nagi stood frozen for a moment, eyes wide, staring at the Shiro who had just scored. His usual calm expression cracked as a new feeling surged within him. He turned to Reo, his voice quieter than usual, almost incredulous. "That... that football—it's different. I've never felt something like this before. The way he scored, the way he controlled everything—it's like he's on a whole other level. I... I didn't know it could hit me this hard." He clenched his fist, the fire in his eyes growing. "I've gotta score too. I can't let this feeling slip away." He gave Reo a firm shove. "Come on, let's keep going. We're not done yet."

Before going back in position without hearing Reo's answer.

Reo Pov:

Reo stood still for a moment, his eyes locked on Shiro as he flicked the ball over his head and danced past Nagi with ease. The goal that followed felt like a punch to his gut. His heart sank as he realized how effortlessly the player had broken through, leaving both him and Nagi helpless. Reo's confidence wavered, and for a fleeting moment, doubt crept in. Was I really good enough? The weight of the defeat pressed on him, and he felt the game slipping away from his grasp.

But then, as he glanced at Nagi, expecting a similar reaction, he was taken aback. Nagi wasn't sulking, wasn't frustrated—he was... different. Nagi's words cut through the haze of his self-doubt. "That... football—it's different. I've never felt something like this before." It was the spark Reo needed, the reminder that they weren't finished yet. Nagi's words reignited a fire in Reo's chest. He straightened up, his resolve returning. "Yeah... you're right," he muttered, the weight lifting. "Let's keep going. We've still got this."

Shiro pov:

After the goal, Shiro stood for a moment, arms outstretched in celebration, letting the rush of the moment wash over him. But as the adrenaline started to fade, his mind began to settle, and a quiet realization crept in. I've just scored, but... it's not enough. The feeling of achievement didn't linger as long as he thought it would. Instead, a sense of hunger began to rise within him.

He looked around at the field, still processing the goal, and then the weight of it hit him. This... this is just the beginning. His football journey had barely started, yet somehow, it felt like he had already crossed a threshold. He wasn't just reacting anymore; his movements, his instincts, they were becoming something sharper, something more refined. He wasn't the player he was just a few moments ago—he could feel it.

I pushed myself just now, but I know I can do more. He could already sense the untapped potential inside him, waiting to be unlocked. The goal wasn't the end—it was a sign of how far he could go. I'll keep evolving. This isn't the limit. It's just the first step. With that thought, his celebration faded, and his eyes narrowed in determination. The hunger to improve, to push further, surged within him. He was ready for whatever came next.

And the game restarted.