World Five (Part 2)

Match:Team White vs World Five

Score:0-0

As the whistle echoed across the field, signaling the start of the match, an electric tension filled the air. Team White immediately spread out, their formation sharp and disciplined, each player eyeing their professional opponents with a mix of determination and trepidation.

Julian Loki wasted no time, dashing forward with the ball like a lightning bolt, his speed breathtaking. Karasu stepped up to intercept, but Loki feinted left and accelerated past him with ease, leaving him stunned. "He's insanely fast!" Kurona muttered, already rushing to cover.

Loki passed the ball to Leonardo Luna, who took it with the confidence of a seasoned champion. Shiro stepped in to challenge him, their eyes locking in an intense stare. Luna smirked, taking his time with a few controlled dribbles before faking a pass to Dada Silva. Shiro didn't fall for it and closed the gap. "You're not getting through me," Shiro muttered under his breath.

But Luna was as cunning as he was skilled. With a quick pivot, he sent the ball flying to Pablo Cavasoz, who was unmarked near the edge of the box. "Cover him!" Tokimitsu yelled, charging toward Pablo, but the Argentinian's swift first touch and low shot sent the ball rocketing toward the bottom corner.

Hiori dived in desperation, managing to deflect it just enough to send it out for a corner. "That was close," Karasu said, wiping the sweat from his brow as the team regrouped. Shiro clenched his fists. "We're not going to let them control the pace. This is our battlefield too."

As Pablo Cavasoz stepped up to take the corner, his eyes scanned the box for Dada Silva, the towering human tank. The ball curved beautifully through the air, heading straight for Silva, but before he could make contact, Shiro leaped in with impeccable timing, cutting off the pass with a precise header.

The moment the ball hit the ground, Shiro was already on the move. With a burst of speed, he dashed forward, leaving his teammates and opponents scrambling to keep up. His focus was razor-sharp, his mind calculating his next move as he surged into the midfield.

Adam Blake, known for his raw physicality, stepped in to challenge him. Towering over Shiro, Blake planted himself like an immovable wall. But Shiro didn't falter. With a low center of gravity, he executed a lightning-fast roulette, spinning with the ball and slipping past Blake before the striker could react.

Shiro pressed on, his eyes set on the goal ahead, the empty field stretching before him like an open battlefield. This was his moment, his chance to test himself against the best.

As Shiro charged forward with the ball, the sudden blur of movement in front of him made him halt for a fraction of a second. Julian Loki, the godsprinter himself, had closed the gap in an instant, his presence radiating confidence. Loki smirked, his voice calm yet firm.

"You're fast," Loki said, his piercing gaze locking onto Shiro. "But I'm the fastest."

Before Shiro could respond, Loki lunged for the ball, his movements precise and calculated, his speed unmatched. But Shiro had anticipated this. With a deft flick of his foot, Shiro performed a reverse elastico, the ball snapping away from Loki's reach. In one seamless motion, Shiro followed it up with a nutmeg, slipping the ball cleanly through Loki's legs.

Loki's eyes widened in shock as Shiro raced past him, his focus unshaken, a grin of determination on his face. For Shiro, it wasn't just about keeping possession—it was about proving he could hold his own against even the best player on the field.

As Shiro surged forward, his focus unwavering, another figure stepped into his path. Leonardo Luna, the Prince of Madrid himself, moved to intercept. Luna's calculated movements and years of experience radiated through his stance as he prepared to tackle Shiro.

But Shiro, unfazed by Luna's presence, maintained his momentum. Timing his move perfectly, Shiro leaned back slightly and, with a delicate flick of his foot, lofted the ball over Luna's head. The motion was seamless, almost mocking, as the ball arced elegantly past the stunned pro.

Luna twisted his body to recover, but Shiro was already past him, his eyes locked on the goal. Every step he took reaffirmed his determination to show these professionals that he wasn't someone to be underestimated.

As Shiro pressed forward, the towering figure of Dada Silva closed in from the right, while Pablo Cavasoz, with his sharp presence, raced in from the left. The two pros moved like a pincer, their intent to end Shiro's run clear. Shiro's grip on the game tightened as he felt their presence closing in, his focus sharper than ever.

Pablo, with a calm yet condescending smirk, spoke up, his voice dripping with taunt. "Your dribbling is good, I'll admit that. Efficient even. But where's the flair? The creativity? You're just a blunt tool in a beautiful game." His words were calculated, a jab aimed at unsettling Shiro's rhythm and forcing a mistake.

But Shiro didn't falter. Instead, the taunt seemed to fuel his determination. His movements became sharper, his focus more intense as he dove deeper into the flow. The world around him faded; all he could see were the gaps, the fleeting opportunities to dismantle the two defenders in front of him.

Hearing Pablo's taunt, Shiro smirked and replied, "Creativity, you say?" His voice was calm, but his resolve was fierce. With Dada Silva and Pablo Cavasoz blocking his path, Shiro abruptly stopped his momentum, standing just 10 yards from the goal.

He flicked the ball sharply to the right, drawing both defenders toward him. The moment they bit on the feint, he executed a brilliant sombrero flick to the left, sending the ball arching over their heads. The unexpected elegance of the move left the pros frozen, their earlier confidence visibly shaken.

As the ball descended, Shiro readied himself for the shot, eyes locked on the goalkeeper. Pablo, however, was quick to react, lunging into Shiro's shooting path. Anticipating this, Shiro executed his weapon—the Superior Two Guns Volley. With his right foot, he faked a powerful strike, causing Pablo and the goalkeeper to commit prematurely. In the same motion, he struck with his left foot, delivering a precise and unstoppable shot that soared into the net.

The sound of the ball hitting the net was the only noise that filled the silent field. Shiro turned back, his eyes glinting with determination, as the scoreboard reflected his brilliance. The pros were left stunned—his creativity and skill had spoken volumes.

Score:1-0

Ego Pov:

From the elevated view of his office, Ego Jinpachi observed the match with calculating eyes as Shiro executed his move flawlessly, scoring against the world-renowned professionals. Beside him, Anri couldn't contain her excitement.

"He's grown so much," she said, her voice filled with admiration. "To think he's now able to compete against professionals—true masters of the sport. It's incredible."

Ego, however, didn't share her enthusiasm. Adjusting his glasses, he replied sharply, "Don't get carried away, Anri. This was bound to happen."

Anri blinked in surprise, and Ego elaborated, his tone measured but firm. "Shiro excels when he's under pressure. That's his environment—the kind that forces him to adapt and push past his limits. Reaching this level was inevitable for him. But don't confuse progress with parity. He isn't on the same level as those players—not yet."

Ego's gaze darkened as he continued, "Those men—Luna, Blake, Cavasoz, Silva—are seasoned professionals with egos the size of their accomplishments. When Shiro mocked them earlier, they barely reacted. To them, he's just some unknown kid from a country with no real football legacy. They weren't playing seriously."

He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a dangerous tone. "But that goal he scored? It embarrassed them. And for players as prideful as they are, that stung. Now, their pride is on the line, and they won't hold back anymore. They'll crush him and his team if they can't handle the storm that's coming."

Anri's excitement faltered, replaced with concern as she processed Ego's words. His gaze remained locked on the screen. "This match isn't over. The hardest part is just beginning."

Shiro Pov:

Shiro's teammates surrounded him, their faces lit up with excitement.

"That was insane, Shiro!" Kurona exclaimed, clapping him on the back. "You just scored against some of the best players in the world!"

"Yeah, that was world-class," Tokimitsu added, grinning. "You really showed them."

Hiori nodded, impressed. "You made it look easy, like you've been doing this forever."

Shiro gave them a small smile but quickly raised his hand to quiet them down. "Don't get carried away," he said, his voice steady. "The match is just starting. Scoring one goal doesn't mean we've won. Those pros are just warming up, and trust me, they're about to bring everything they've got. We can't lose focus."

Karasu chuckled. "Always the realist, huh?"

Shiro glanced at each of his teammates. "We've got to keep pushing. Stay sharp. We've only seen the tip of the iceberg with them."

Tokimitsu nodded, determination in his eyes. "I get it. Let's make sure we keep up the pressure."

Hiori looked at Shiro, a spark in his eyes. "Let's show them what we're really made of."

Shiro gave them a firm nod. "Exactly. Stay sharp, stay focused, and let's finish this."

The match restarted with the ball at Loki's feet, and Shiro immediately took a defensive stance, crouching low and watching Loki's every move.

Loki smirked, eyes glinting with confidence. "Are you sure this is the right stance?" he taunted, eyes scanning for any weaknesses. "Because I see nothing but openings."

Before Shiro could react, Loki burst forward with an inhuman speed, leaving Shiro momentarily off balance. He weaved through the other players, a blur of motion, his feet dancing around every tackle, his control flawless.

The moment he reached the penalty box, he fired a shot, sending the ball rocketing into the back of the net with devastating precision.

Score:1-1

Shiro stood there for a moment, watching the ball ripple the net, before shaking his head, eyes narrowing. Loki had shown exactly why he was considered one of the best. But Shiro knew this match was far from over.

Shiro gathered his teammates around, his voice steady and focused, a sharp contrast to the intensity of the match. "We need to be smarter. No more rushing in, no more playing to their tempo. We have to outthink them. Listen up."

He pointed to each of his teammates as he spoke, giving them specific roles. "Tokimitsu, you'll take Adam Blake. With your physique, you should be able to hold him off. He's strong, but if you position yourself right, you can block him out."

"Karasu, you take Leonardo Luna. Use your vision and ability to read the game to box him in. Don't let him get space to maneuver—his movement will be key to stopping him."

He turned to Kurona next. "Kurona, you're with Dada Silva. He's strong, but he's not quick. Use your reflexes to steal the ball and pass it. Don't try to take him on in a physical duel—that's not your fight."

"Hiori," Shiro continued, now focusing on the playmaker, "You'll be with Pablo Cavasoz. His technical ability is world-class, so you'll have to be on your toes. Your style is similar to his, so use that to predict his moves, but don't overcommit. He'll punish you if you do."

Shiro finally locked eyes with himself, "As for me, I'll take Loki. He's fast, but I'm stronger. I'll use my strength to keep him from running circles around me. It won't be easy, but I know I can outmuscle him."

Hiori, wide-eyed, let out a low whistle. "Woah, I didn't know you were such a tactician. I was just thinking about how to keep up with everyone, but this? This is next level."

Shiro gave him a small grin, clearly focused. "It's not just about keeping up; it's about staying one step ahead. We can't just rely on our skills to win. We need to be smart. Think two, three steps ahead. When we attack, don't hesitate—pass the ball quickly, use your instincts. When the opportunity to score comes, take it without thinking."

Kurona nodded, his usual carefree attitude replaced by determination. "I get it now. No more waiting for things to happen. We make them happen."

Tokimitsu clenched his fists, anxiety still in his eyes, but also a glimmer of hope. "I'll do my best, Shiro. I won't let you down."

Shiro nodded approvingly. "We all have our roles. Trust each other. Don't fight alone."

Karasu stepped forward, a slight smile on his face. "Alright, let's show them what we're made of."

The team, now more united than ever, shared determined glances. The pressure was mounting, but they were ready to face the challenge together. It wasn't just about beating the pros—it was about proving they were worthy of their spot.

The match restarted with a swift pass from Kurona to Shiro, who controlled the ball with precision. Shiro quickly scanned the field and sent a sharp pass to Tokimitsu, who was charging down the left side of the field with determination. His eyes were fixed ahead, but the looming presence of Adam Blake was impossible to ignore.

As Tokimitsu approached Blake, he made a quick decision, sending a clean pass to Hiori before Blake could engage him. Hiori, calm and composed, carried the ball forward. With a sharp look, he spotted Shiro making a run toward the box, surrounded by Pablo, Loki, and Luna closing in fast. Without hesitation, Hiori sent a perfectly timed cross, the ball soaring through the air toward Shiro's position.

The tension heightened as Shiro sprinted to meet the ball, fully aware of the defensive wall forming around him.

Instead of controlling the ball, Shiro executed a brilliant backheel pass, sending the ball into the path of Karasu, who had been making a sneaky run in the defenders' blind spot. The move caught Pablo, Loki, and Luna off guard as they scrambled to adjust.

Karasu, with perfect composure, lined up his shot and sent a precise strike toward the top right corner of the goal. The ball seemed destined to hit the net, but Dada Silva, reading the play with surprising agility, leapt into the air and blocked the shot with his body. The sound of the impact echoed on the field as the ball deflected away from the goal, leaving Team White momentarily stunned by the incredible save.

Kurona, hovering near the edge of the box, reacted instantly to the deflection. With quick precision, he adjusted his footing and unleashed a curving shot aimed at the bottom left corner of the goal. The ball sliced through the air with perfect spin, low and fast, heading straight for the corner.

Just as the ball seemed destined to hit the back of the net, Adam Blake, tracking back with surprising speed, threw himself into its path. With his powerful frame, he managed to block the shot with a well-timed slide, sending the ball ricocheting away from danger toward Julian Loki.

Kurona clicked his tongue in frustration but immediately retreated to reset his position, determined to find another opening. Shiro shouted, "Stay sharp, Kurona! Opportunities will come again!" The team quickly fell back into formation, ready to challenge the pros again.

Loki, a blur of speed and control, weaved effortlessly past Karasu, Hiori, and Tokimitsu, leaving them in his wake. His every touch was precise, his movements so fluid it was as if the ball were an extension of his body. Just as he approached the midfield line, he heard Luna's voice call out, sharp and commanding.

"Loki, stop playing by yourself and pass the ball!"

Loki slowed slightly, smirking as he replied, "Okay, I was getting bored anyway. Let's end this and hit the shower."

But as he prepared to pass, a shadow loomed behind him—Shiro. Anticipating Loki's next move, Shiro surged forward with perfect timing, lowering his body and extending his leg with precision. His tackle wasn't reckless or desperate—it was surgical, executed with the elegance of a master defender.

Shiro's foot swept cleanly against the ball, knocking it away from Loki's feet with pinpoint accuracy, all without touching the player himself. The force of the challenge sent Loki slightly off balance, forcing him to stumble as the ball rolled into Shiro's possession.

"Playing by yourself won't get you anywhere," Shiro muttered as he straightened, his eyes blazing with focus. He immediately pushed forward, transitioning from defense to attack with seamless intent, leaving Loki momentarily stunned by the clean yet decisive tackle.

Leonardo Luna rushed toward Shiro, his years of experience evident in his confident stance and sharp movements. As the two closed in on each other, the intensity in the air was palpable. Shiro, ball at his feet, kept his focus razor-sharp, knowing that this duel would test his skill and composure to the limit.

Luna lunged in to press Shiro, but Shiro started with a sharp feint to his left, shifting his body weight to sell the move. Luna didn't bite and stayed firmly on his line, forcing Shiro to improvise. With a quick flick of his right foot, Shiro pulled off a step-over, spinning around the ball in a blur of movement.

Luna matched him, cutting off the angle.

Undeterred, Shiro executed a La Croqueta, sliding the ball swiftly from his right foot to his left and sidestepping past Luna. But Luna anticipated it, using his long stride to block Shiro's path again.

"Not bad, kid," Luna said, smirking. "But it's not enough."

Shiro narrowed his eyes and shifted gears, pulling the ball back into a drag-back chop. Luna lunged forward, but Shiro, with near-impossible precision, performed a reverse elastico, flicking the ball away from Luna's outstretched leg and spinning to his side.

The crowd of players around them felt the weight of the moment as Shiro and Luna moved like chess masters, countering and outthinking each other with every touch.

Finally, Shiro spotted his chance. With Luna slightly off-balance from the elastico, Shiro flicked the ball over Luna's trailing leg, darting past him with explosive acceleration. Luna spun around, trying to recover, but Shiro had already broken free, charging into open space with the ball at his feet.

"Nice try," Shiro called back over his shoulder, the faintest smirk playing on his lips as he raced toward the goal. Luna could only watch as Shiro pushed deeper into the attacking zone, the duel decided for now.

With enough space ahead of him, Shiro adjusted his stride and prepared to unleash his signature Sniper Shot. His sharp eyes locked onto the top corner of the goal as he swung his leg with pinpoint precision. The ball rocketed off his foot, spinning with deadly accuracy.

But just as the shot looked set to pierce the net, a blur of movement disrupted its path. Pablo Cavasoz slid in with perfect timing, blocking the ball with his outstretched leg. The deflected ball spun wildly and rolled away from the goal.

"Try to be less predictable, rookie," Pablo said, rising with an air of nonchalance, a smirk playing on his lips. His calm, almost mocking tone carried a sting, reminding Shiro of the gap between himself and these seasoned professionals.

Shiro clenched his jaw, frustration flashing across his face for a brief moment before he reset his focus. "Predictable, huh?" he muttered under his breath, already calculating his next move. Pablo's block had shifted the momentum, but Shiro wasn't done yet.

The deflected ball landed at Karasu's feet near the edge of the box. He quickly glanced up, spotting Adam Blake closing in. With a smirk, Karasu decided to take him on.

Starting with a flurry of stepovers, Karasu danced around the ball, his feet moving so fluidly that Blake hesitated for a moment, unsure which way he would go. Then, with a burst of speed, Karasu leaned left but cut sharply to the right, using his signature hand technique to create separation. His outstretched arm shielded the ball, keeping Blake from recovering as he slipped past him effortlessly.

Now with a clear sight of the goal, Karasu adjusted his stance and unleashed a powerful shot. The ball curled sharply, flying past the outstretched hands of the goalkeeper and slamming into the top corner of the net.

Score:2-1

"Let's go!" Karasu shouted, pumping his fist as the scoreline shifted in Team White's favor. His teammates rushed toward him, their spirits soaring.

Meanwhile, Blake stood frozen, glaring at Karasu in frustration. "Cocky little brat…" he muttered under his breath, but Karasu only smirked, his confidence unwavering.

After a brief celebration from Team White, the match resumed with Leonardo Luna taking control of the ball. With a sharp turn, he quickly passed it to Adam Blake, who was positioned near the center of the pitch.

Blake took a single touch to steady the ball before unleashing a thunderous shot. The ball rocketed through the air with incredible speed, swerving past every defender and slamming into the top corner of the net.

As the ball hit the back of the net, Blake smirked and turned toward Shiro and his teammates. "Don't forget," he called out confidently, "we're not pros for nothing."

Score:2-2