Chapter 20:Master of Their Moves

The whistle blew for the second half, and Kira felt the familiar rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins. Team W came out with renewed determination, but Kira knew they were playing into his hands. They hadn't realized it yet, but every move they made was feeding his greatest weapon—his Ultimate Copy. By now, Kira had studied every player on the field, and each one was just another tool in his arsenal.

Team W's Raito was the first to make a move. He darted down the right flank, the ball under close control, and his eyes fixed on Raichi, ready to humiliate him again like he had in the first half. Kira saw it coming even before Raichi did. The way Raito shifted his weight, the way his body twisted ever so slightly—it was the same movement pattern he used to break defenders. Kira smirked. Too predictable.

Raito lunged forward, preparing to knock the ball past Raichi and burst ahead. But before he could make his move, Kira was there, cutting in with a sharp, precise tackle. The ball flew from Raito's feet, rolling harmlessly into Kira's possession.

"What the hell?" Raito cursed, baffled. He hadn't even seen Kira coming.

Without missing a beat, Kira took off, the ball glued to his foot. His acceleration was smooth and fluid—Godspeed Impulse combined with , a technique he had borrowed from Raito himself. Kira had seen enough of Raito's game to replicate his explosive bursts of speed and reaction time. Every movement felt natural, as if it had always belonged to him.

Team Z's offensive drive ignited, with Kira leading the charge up the pitch. Ahead of him, two defenders converged, closing the space fast. But Kira was unbothered. His gaze flicked to Bachira, whose playful grin reflected the chaos Kira was about to unleash. Now, let's see how they handle this.

Tapping into Bachira's dribbling technique, Kira's feet began to move with rapid precision, performing a series of unpredictable step-overs. His body swayed in perfect harmony with the ball, mimicking Bachira's erratic, artistic style of dribbling. It wasn't just quick—it was creative, fluid, and completely unorthodox. The defenders couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

The first defender lunged in, trying to cut off Kira's angle, but Kira shifted his weight just in time. The defender was left grasping at air as Kira slipped past with ease. A second defender approached, but Kira had already anticipated his movement. This time, he added an extra layer of deception, throwing in a sudden flick—a technique he borrowed from Raito. The defender's footing faltered, and Kira surged past him with a smug grin.

His teammates marveled at the spectacle, but Kira wasn't done yet. He was in his zone now, fully in control of the game's tempo.

As he reached the penalty area, Kira's sharp eyes picked up on the movement of the remaining defenders and the goalkeeper. He could feel the pressure mounting, but to him, it was nothing more than an opportunity to test himself further. His gaze zeroed in on Raito, who had recovered and was rushing in from the side, determined to stop him.

Let's see how well you handle your own game against you, Kira thought. Timing his move perfectly, Kira mimicked Raito's explosive acceleration, rocketing forward with a sudden burst of speed. The space between him and the defenders vanished in an instant. Raito's expression shifted to one of shock as Kira used his own signature move to leave him behind. The irony wasn't lost on Kira.

With the final defender beaten and the goalkeeper rushing out to close down the angle, Kira knew exactly how to finish this play. He planted his foot firmly and unleashed a ferocious shot—a technique borrowed from the Wanima brothers. The ball shot through the air like a bullet, slamming into the upper corner of the net before the keeper had time to react.

Team Z: 2 - Team W: 0.

Kira's teammates erupted in celebration, rushing toward him with grins plastered on their faces. Bachira practically bounced over, eyes gleaming. "That dribbling! You stole my moves, didn't you?" he said, half-accusatory, half-impressed.

Kira smiled coolly. "Borrowed," he corrected. "I'll give it back when I'm done."

Isagi, standing a few steps away, watched in awe. He couldn't take his eyes off Kira, the way he had effortlessly dominated the game using not just his skills, but everyone else's as well. How do you stop someone like him? Isagi wondered, tension gnawing at him. Kira's ability to replicate and improve upon any move was terrifying.

On the other side of the pitch, frustration simmered within Team W. The Wanima brothers were snapping at Raito, their usual cocky grins replaced by scowls.

"You're letting him make a fool of us!" Keisuke barked.

Raito scowled back, wiping sweat from his brow. "He's not invincible," he growled. "I'll shut him down next time."

But Kira had no intention of slowing down. If anything, his focus sharpened. Team Z still had time, and he intended to use every second to his advantage. As the game resumed, Team Z pressed forward relentlessly, with Kira at the heart of every attack. His movements were decisive, and his understanding of the game on a level none of them could match. Each time he faced an opponent, he anticipated their actions, reading them as if they were an open book.

As Team W scrambled to regain control, their desperation grew. They tried everything—doubling up on Kira, marking him tighter, cutting off his passing lanes. But it wasn't enough. With each defensive adjustment, Kira adapted, borrowing from their strategies and twisting them into new forms.

Chigiri, encouraged by Kira's dominance, pushed harder, using his speed to exploit the gaps Kira created. His blazing runs left the Wanima brothers floundering in his wake. Raichi, too, found a new edge, battling fiercely in the midfield, inspired by Kira's unshakable presence.

With time running out, Team W made one final desperate attempt to stop Kira. They boxed him in, three defenders surrounding him near the top of the penalty box. For a moment, it looked like they had him trapped. But Kira's confidence never wavered.

He smirked. "Let's see how well you know your own moves," he muttered under his breath.

Without hesitation, Kira used Bachira's unpredictable dribbling to weave through the first defender. His quick footwork and sudden changes in direction left the defender stumbling. For the second, he relied on Raito's acceleration, shifting into a higher gear and blasting past with ease. The third defender was too slow to react as Kira closed in on the goal.

He finished the play with another blistering Wanima-style power shot, sending the ball rocketing into the top corner of the net once again.

Team Z: 3 - Team W: 0.

The final whistle blew, signaling the end of the match. Team Z had won decisively, and Kira was the undisputed star of the game. His teammates rushed to congratulate him, but Kira remained calm, his expression unreadable. For him, this was just another step in the journey—another test passed.

As the players shook hands, Raito glared at Kira, his pride clearly bruised. "This isn't over," he muttered under his breath.

Kira simply looked at him, his gaze cold and distant. "You're right," he said softly. "It's only just beginning."