[14] Current Status

"Pass the ball!"

Izumo shouted, demanding the ball as his teammate did so and made a long cross towards him.

The ball made an arch in the air before it landed in front of Izumo and trapped it instantly.

Seeing the ball on Izumo, two opposing players rushed toward him and started pressing, hoping he'd be forced to pass the ball.

After all, they knew the lethality of this young man and they didn't want the ball to stay on him at all.

Meanwhile, Izumo's teammates started moving and positioning themselves in a way that was easy for Izumo to pass toward them, just in case.

Sadly for them though, Izumo had no plans whatsoever to pass.

With a quick sidestep to his left, Izumo made a swift cut between them but the two opposing players weren't easy opponents and followed his movement closely.

Still, Izumo expected this as he rolled the ball on the back of his left foot before flicking it with his heel, lobbing it up in the air toward his right.

And the ball went flying as it passed over the head of the right opposing player.

"Rainbow flick?!"

Taking the chance that the opponent's attention where on the ball, Izumo moved to the right and spun his body, passing the right opposing player with no resistance.

"...?!"

The opposing player noticed it too late that he was juked as he could only watch Izumo receive the ball back after it landed.

The other opposing player on the left reprimanded him for getting distracted, leaving the man in frustration though he too was actually the same but he kept quiet about it.

"Hmm..."

Izumo hummed, twisting his head left and right as he was surveying the field before he nodded and made a decision.

"Move up!"

The moment he shouted those words, Izumo's team started moving forward regardless of the opposing team's resistance.

And before long, the backline within the opposing team's side was crowded with players.

"Good"

Izumo commented, seeing the chaotic yet organized formation of his team.

Seeing the mess on the field, the opposing team's coach shouted in panic and started giving instructions to pacify the situation.

'Too late for that'

Izumo internally remarked as he was like a fish in water, juking out opposing players left and right.

And as Izumo closed in toward the enemy's goal, three defenders blocked him but he made quick work of two of them with a one-two pass with his teammate.

The last defender on the other hand was intercepted by Haruto who appeared out of nowhere, blocking him.

With no obstacles on the way, Izumo arrived in front of the enemy's goal with the opposing goalkeeper resolutely blocking the way.

"Hah!"

The enemy goalkeeper yelled in the air, psyching himself up as he stretched out his arms wide and was prepared to block the shot.

Meanwhile, Izumo rushed forward with the ball and was about to shoot when an opposing player behind him suddenly executed a sliding tackle toward him.

But as if he had eyes on the back of his head, Izumo hopped with the ball and effortlessly evaded the sliding tackle.

"Boring"

Izumo commented with disdain as he gave a quick glance at the opposing player who had tried to tackle him.

Still in mid-air, Izumo trapped the ball and tensed his legs before smashing it with his foot, aiming toward the goal.

"Hoh..."

The enemy goalkeeper breathed out before he leaped toward the ball, intending to block or grab it with his hands.

Sadly, the ball was too fast and just grazed his finger.

And he could only watch in despair as the ball gradually flew straight toward their goal.

But as if lady luck descended upon the field, the ball hit the crossbar which made the enemy goalkeeper let out a sigh of relief.

Though too bad for him, lady luck wasn't smiling at him as the ball rebounded and went inside the net.

"F*ck!"

The enemy goalkeeper cursed, not expecting it to rebound toward their net at all.

Meanwhile, Izumo just gave an indifferent glance before looking away as he swiped the sweat on his chin with his shirt and stared toward the panel in front of him.

[+5]

"Hmm, I should have enough for a silver chest"

Izumo muttered as he internally called upon his system panel.

[Ding!]

= = = = = = = = = = =

[Points: 101]

[Bronze Chest = 10 Points]

[Silver Chest = 100 Points]

[Gold Chest = 1,000 Points]

[Platinum Chest = 10,000 Points]

= = = = = = = = = = =

"Perfect"

Izumo smirked, feeling satisfied that his points had now passed the 100 mark.

He had been quite frustrated with how minuscule the points he received lately and now that he had saved enough, he could finally buy a silver chest.

As for the bronze chest, he has no interest in it whatsoever.

He could still remember the day he opened a bronze chest and got a talent so useless that he swore to never open one ever again.

"Status"

[Ding!]

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[Name: Izumo Kizashi]

[Sex: Male]

[Age: 16]

[Strength: A]

[Stamina: A]

[Dexterity: S-]

[Agility: A+]

[Intelligence: A-]

[Talent: Natural Ambidextrous, Eagle Eyes, Hair Loss Immunity, Perseverance, Parallel Thought, Injury Resistance, Culinary Arts]

= = = = = = = = = = =

Seeing his status, Izumo somewhat cringed after seeing the [Hair Loss Immunity] talent and decided to treat it as if it didn't exist at all.

"Ehem..."

Izumo cleared his throat and moved his attention toward his stats.

Looking through the panel, Izumo nodded in satisfaction, feeling it be more pleasing in the eye now compared to the past.

Just seeing the S-grade on his dexterity made Izumo feel proud of his hard work, especially his agility which was close to being promoted.

Though his intelligence on the other hand was something that needed more work.

After all, physical attributes are relatively easy to work on. One merely needs to train and exercise, and eventually, they will improve.

Still, his stats are somewhat balanced now...

Perhaps he could try copying Reo's ability to copy others?

'It's not a bad idea'

Izumo thought, thinking it might be good to have one more card in his sleeves to use in the near future.

Whistle!

A blaring whistle resounded in the air, signaling the continuation of the match.

"Oh"

Izumo scratched his cheek with his finger, almost forgetting about the match with how boring it was.

With no other choice, he sighed and forced himself to participate in this uninteresting game.

"Move back!"

Izumo shouted toward his team which they followed so and positioned themselves in their backline.

And he too went back to position himself as he waited for the other team to kickstart the ball with a bored expression.