Rin's Despair

Team Red vs Team White

Score:1-0

As the match restarted, Rin dashed forward with Bachira at his side, their synergy in perfect harmony. They executed quick one-twos, effortlessly bypassing Kurona and Hiori with sharp, precise passes. Their movements were fluid, calculated, and relentless as they advanced toward the goal.

Karasu moved to intercept Rin, but Rin used his superior balance and low center of gravity to evade him, pushing Karasu aside without breaking stride. Spotting an opportunity, Rin unleashed a pinpoint shot aimed at the top-right corner of the goal with deadly accuracy.

Before the ball could hit its mark, Shiro, who had been tracking the play, sprinted into position. Timing his jump perfectly, he intercepted Rin's shot with an explosive clearance, sending the ball flying out of danger.

Landing gracefully, Rin clicked his tongue in frustration and glared at Shiro. "You lukewarm player," Rin muttered, his voice cold and sharp. "You're starting to annoy me."

Shiro stood firm, his gaze unwavering. "Then bring the heat," he replied calmly, the tension between them thick in the air.

Shiro wasted no time, sending a precise cross toward Karasu, who positioned himself near the midfield. However, Tokimitsu quickly closed in, using his towering physique and relentless energy to pressure Karasu.

Despite the challenge, Karasu remained composed, executing a smooth roulette to slip past Tokimitsu with ease. Breaking free, he scanned the field and spotted Hiori in a promising position. Karasu sent a sharp pass in Hiori's direction, but Aryu, with his extraordinary reach and impeccable timing, intercepted the ball mid-flight.

"I'm feeling extra flashy today!" Aryu declared, flipping his hair dramatically before looking to launch the counterattack.

Aryu wasted no time, sending a long and precise ball toward Bachira. With his signature playful grin, Bachira caught the pass and immediately began his assault, weaving through the field.

He faced Kurona first, executing a dazzling elastico to slip past him effortlessly. Karasu rushed in to cover, but Bachira countered with a rapid series of stepovers, confusing Karasu before spinning away with a clean roulette. His footwork was mesmerizing, each move more unpredictable than the last.

Now free, Bachira sent a sharp pass to Rin, who was already positioning himself to strike. However, before Rin could take control, Shiro appeared out of nowhere, sliding in with a perfectly timed tackle. The ball was cleanly taken, and Rin was left glaring at Shiro, frustration evident on his face.

"Lukewarm, huh?" Shiro muttered under his breath as he rose with the ball. "Guess I'll have to keep annoying you."

As Shiro stood up with the ball, an intense aura began to emanate from him, brighter and more distinct than before. A faint grey glow surrounded him, exuding an air of unshakable confidence and control.

With an almost casual motion, he started juggling the ball, each touch precise and deliberate. The crowdless stadium felt charged with his energy, even in the still silence of the Blue Lock facility. Rin narrowed his eyes, sensing the shift in Shiro's presence, and lunged forward to intercept the ball.

But Shiro was ready. In a single fluid motion, he performed a flawless rainbow flick, sending the ball over Rin's head. Rin spun around in frustration, only to see Shiro already in control on the other side, his movements calm and calculated.

As Shiro regained control of the ball after the rainbow flick, he paused momentarily, his grey aura glowing even brighter. His sharp eyes scanned the field, analyzing the positions of his opponents and teammates with precision. Every move on the pitch seemed to unfold in his mind, like pieces on a chessboard.

Once he locked onto the optimal path, Shiro dashed forward with explosive speed, the ball glued to his feet. His movements were fluid yet decisive, each stride carrying him closer to the goal and setting the stage for the counterattack.

As Shiro sprinted toward the opponent's side of the field, his aura radiated an unshakable determination. Tokimitsu, relying on his monstrous physique, stepped up to block Shiro's path.

However, Shiro, with his quick reflexes and technical skill, executed a high-speed hocus pocus move, seamlessly shifting the ball between his feet and leaving Tokimitsu frozen in place. The sheer fluidity and speed of the maneuver stunned everyone, creating an open path for Shiro to continue his charge.

Continuing his charge, Shiro seamlessly transitioned into a series of high-speed stepovers, his feet blurring as he manipulated the ball with precision. Meguru Bachira, with his sharp instincts and playful flair, stepped forward to challenge him, eager to reclaim the ball.

But Shiro, reading Bachira's approach, timed his next move perfectly. With a quick feint and a subtle flick, he nutmegged Bachira, sending the ball through his legs before darting past him. The move was both clinical and humiliating, drawing a flicker of frustration from Bachira as Shiro advanced deeper into Team White's territory.

As Shiro closed in on the goalkeeper's cage, an unsettling presence loomed behind him. The air grew heavy as Rin Itoshi, now fully immersed in his flow state, appeared on Shiro's left. Shiro's eyes widened in astonishment, realizing Rin had just unlocked the flow. So, he's reached it too… Shiro thought, feeling a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Rin's movements were sharper, more deliberate, as though he had become an entirely different player.

The intensity of their clash heightened as Rin moved to intercept. Shiro executed a lightning-quick stepover, but Rin mirrored him perfectly, cutting off the angle with precise footwork. Shiro's astonishment grew as Rin adapted to his every move, from his Cruyff turn to his feints, leaving Shiro searching for an opening. However, with a sudden surge of determination, Shiro performed a Marseille roulette, spinning away from Rin's reach. Using his strength and mental clarity, Shiro shielded the ball, unleashing a sharp turn that left Rin momentarily out of position. As he surged forward, Shiro couldn't help but glance back at Rin, impressed but resolute. If this is the battlefield he wants, I'll conquer it.

As he takes his shot, Aryu try to block him but he was sent away with a quick feint.Shiro then sent a powerful shoot in the top right corner of the cage.

Score:2-0

Rin Pov:

After Shiro scored his second goal, Rin stood frozen, his eyes locked on the scoreboard as the gap between them widened. The two-goal lead felt like a slap to his pride, and the humiliation gnawed at him like an open wound. As the realization hit, the anger surged through him. This wasn't supposed to be happening. He was supposed to be the best, the one who surpassed everyone—including Shiro. But here he was, playing catch-up, feeling the sting of his own incompetence.

Then, it hit him like a tidal wave: Shiro's style, his confidence, the way he effortlessly glided past defenders—it all reminded Rin of Sae. The very thing that had haunted Rin his entire life. Sae's superiority, his effortless brilliance—it was all reflected in Shiro. And that thought infuriated Rin more than anything else. He had spent years trying to prove himself, to show Sae he was better than him, and now Shiro, a player he'd only just met, was outshining him. Rin couldn't stand it. His grip on the flow tightened as his anger fueled him, and with it came the overwhelming need to destroy Shiro. The two goals didn't matter anymore. The score, the game—it all faded into the background as Rin's sole focus became one thing: to tear down Shiro and show the world that no one—could surpass Rin Itoshi.

As the game restarted, Rin surged forward with the ball at his feet, the anger and determination burning inside him. His focus was singular—he needed to crush Shiro. Every movement, every step, every touch of the ball was driven by the need to humiliate Shiro and show that no one, not even his brother Sae, could stand above Rin Itoshi. When Shiro moved to intercept, Rin shoved him aside, using his arm and center of gravity to push the smaller player off balance, sending him tumbling to the ground. It was a small victory, but Rin didn't stop. He darted past Kurona and Hiori at blistering speed, leaving them struggling to keep up.

Karasu stepped forward, trying to block Rin with his renowned hand technique, but Rin's raw strength overpowered him. Just as Rin set his sights on goal, preparing to strike, Shiro appeared from his blind spot, ready to tackle. Rin smirked, his mind already anticipating the next move. With a flick of his foot, he lifted the ball just in time, bypassing Shiro's sliding attempt. As the ball flew into the air, Rin lined up for the volley, but in an unexpected display of agility, Shiro performed a handstand, twisting in mid-air and managing to block the shot with his feet, preventing the ball from finding the net. Rin's frustration boiled over, but deep down, he couldn't help but admire Shiro's resilience.

The ball landed at Tokimitsu's feet, and without hesitation, he unleashed a powerful shot toward the goal. However, Kurona, quick on his feet, intercepted the ball with a perfectly timed control. As he steadied the ball, he glanced at Rin and Tokimitsu and declared confidently, "Don't forget, Shiro isn't the only player in this team." With that, he launched a long, precise pass toward Hiori, who was positioned on the left wing.

Hiori dashed forward, expertly controlling the ball as he surged up the left side of the pitch. His determination was clear as he kept his eyes focused ahead, scanning for opportunities. Behind him, Shiro sprinted into position, his presence drawing Rin's relentless attention. Rin, his frustration mounting, chased after Shiro, his mind torn between stopping Shiro and preventing Hiori's advance. The tension on the field was palpable, each player locked in a battle of strategy and skill.

Bachira lunged toward Hiori, his playful yet intense aura radiating as he attempted to snatch the ball. But Hiori, calm and composed, executed a flawless sombrero flick, lifting the ball over Bachira's head, leaving him momentarily stunned. Aryu, with his towering presence and flashy style, stepped in to intercept the ball. However, Shiro, always one step ahead, leapt into action.

Meeting the ball mid-air, Shiro adjusted his body and sent a beautiful trivela pass curling toward Karasu, who had moved into a dangerous unmarked position. But Rin, ever alert and fiercely determined, had anticipated the play. Charging toward Karasu with laser focus, Rin intercepted the pass with precision, cutting off Shiro's creative play and reclaiming possession for his team. The intensity of the game continued to escalate with every move.

Rin, his gaze sharp and unwavering, seized the ball with perfect control. Without hesitation, he took a step back, planting his foot firmly into the ground. From the midfield, his eyes locked onto the goal, calculating every angle and possibility in an instant. His mind screamed one thing: destroy.

With a powerful swing of his leg, Rin unleashed a ferocious shot, the ball rocketing through the air with a deadly spin. The force behind the strike created a sharp whistle, signaling its sheer velocity. The shot hurtled toward the goal, a testament to Rin's raw power and precision. All eyes were on the ball, a clash of determination and skill playing out in the brief seconds of its trajectory.

The ball surged through the air like a missile, destined for the top corner of the net. But just before it could reach its mark, Kurona dashed into its path with impeccable timing. Leaping into the air, he intercepted the ball with a precise clearance, redirecting it out of harm's way.

The ball arced gracefully through the air, landing perfectly at Shiro's feet. Shiro, unfazed and focused, immediately controlled the ball, scanning the field for his next move. His aura seemed to grow brighter, as if signaling that the counterattack was about to begin.

Shiro smirked confidently as he steadied himself, the ball at his feet. "Watch how it's done," he declared, his voice carrying across the pitch.

Without hesitation, he unleashed a powerful Sniper Shot ,his signature move. The ball rocketed through the air, slicing through the field like a bullet. Its trajectory was precise and unstoppable, aimed directly at the top corner of the goal. The goalkeeper barely had time to react as the ball slammed into the net, leaving everyone stunned.

Shiro turned to face his teammates and opponents, his intense gaze signaling his dominance. The scoreboard now reflected his team's growing lead, and the pressure on Rin's team increased tenfold.

Score:3-0

As the match restarted, Rin's mind was consumed by a singular emotion: fury. The humiliation of being overshadowed, the frustration of seeing Shiro's dominance on the field, and the deep-seated resentment toward Sae's mirrored style in Shiro—all of it burned within him. His veins felt like they were on fire, but instead of clouding his judgment, it sharpened his focus.

Rin's connection with the flow had deepened, his movements now almost supernatural in their precision and fluidity. With a blistering burst of speed, he rushed forward, the ball glued to his feet. His teammates, sensing his desperation, pushed alongside him, creating openings and distracting Shiro's team. This wasn't just a counterattack—it was a declaration of war.

Rin's vision was laser-focused, his every thought consumed with one goal: to crush Shiro completely and reclaim his dominance.

Team White immediately went on the defensive, each player marking an opponent from Team Red. Karasu kept close to Aryu, using his sharp movements to predict Aryu's flashy runs. Hiori shadowed Tokimitsu, relying on his intelligence and agility to stay one step ahead despite Tokimitsu's overwhelming strength. Kurona kept his focus on Bachira, his quick reflexes prepared for the latter's unpredictable dribbles.

At the center of the pitch, Shiro took up his position in front of Rin, determined to stop him. Rin, with the ball at his feet, was fully immersed in the flow, his mind singularly focused on destroying Shiro and closing the two-goal gap.

Rin's every step radiated an intense purpose, his movements swift and calculated. Shiro, observing Rin's refined control of the flow, steadied himself, knowing that this clash would test his limits. The entire field seemed to pulse with the tension between the two captains, as Team White braced for the onslaught.

Rin kept his approach straightforward yet effective, relying on sharp body feints and sudden changes in pace to disorient Shiro. He shifted his weight subtly, leaning left before darting right, then immediately switching back. His movements were calculated, efficient, and aimed at creating the smallest opening to exploit.

Shiro, however, remained resolute. He anticipated Rin's moves with remarkable precision, staying low and maintaining perfect balance. Every time Rin tried to slip past, Shiro adjusted his position just enough to block the path. It was a clash of sheer determination and defensive brilliance against relentless offensive pressure. The tension between them grew with every second, as both players refused to concede an inch.

Rin's sharp eyes spotted the faintest gap in Shiro's defense—a fleeting moment of imbalance. Exploiting it instantly, he surged forward with precision and ferocity. But just as he prepared to break through, he found himself caught in a perfectly executed trap. Karasu, who had momentarily abandoned his defensive marking on Aryu, read the play and swooped in from the side.

With a swift and calculated tackle, Karasu cleanly dispossessed Rin, sending the ball rolling toward Hiori. Aryu, noticing the opening, rushed in to reclaim the ball, but Hiori quickly intercepted it. Darting forward, Hiori transitioned into a counterattack for Team White, leaving Rin seething in frustration as he realized how carefully the trap had been set.

Hiori sent a precise ball to Kurona, who skillfully executed a backheel pass to Shiro. As Shiro received the ball, he was already sprinting down the right side of the field, with Tokimitsu hot on his tail. Shiro's quick footwork kept him just ahead, his body low to the ground as he surged forward, looking for an opening. Tokimitsu, relying on his superior physicality, tried to use his strength to close the gap, but Shiro's speed and agility kept him at bay.

After a series of quick, precise dribbles, Shiro sent Tokimitsu off balance and managed to get past both Aryu and Bachira. As he closed in on the goal, Rin suddenly appeared in front of him, his face set with determination, ready to stop Shiro's progress. Rin made a swift attempt to tackle Shiro, but with a quick flick of his foot, Shiro lobbed the ball elegantly over Rin's head. In the same motion, Shiro took a powerful volley at the ball, aiming to finish the play and score.

Score:4-0

As Shiro's fourth goal hit the back of the net, he raised his arms in triumph, a look of intense satisfaction on his face. Meanwhile, Rin stood frozen for a moment, his body trembling with fury. The roar of frustration exploded from him, echoing across the field, as he clenched his fists, unable to contain the rage boiling inside him. It was a feeling he had never experienced before—the humiliation of being outplayed and outshone by someone he viewed as his rival. His mind was consumed with a singular thought: he had to destroy Shiro.