Capítulo 70: The Secret Weapons of Daikyo High

The score was a dominant 20-0, and the clock was winding down towards the end of the first half. Seiryuu High stood tall on the field, confidence radiating from every player. Sota scanned the opposing team, feeling a surge of pride in how well his team had executed their plays so far. But as Daikyo High lined up for their next offensive drive, something unexpected happened.

"Set..."

Before the snap could be made, a piercing voice cut through the air. "Sub!" Daikyo High's coach bellowed, his face twisted with frustration. The referee blew his whistle, signaling a pause in the game.

Everyone's eyes turned to the sidelines where two figures stood, hastily making their way toward the field. They moved with a lazy swagger that belied their intimidating presence, tall and broad-shouldered, their footsteps heavy on the turf. As they approached, the coach's glare intensified.

"Where the hell have you two been? Look at the score!" The coach's voice dripped with anger, veins bulging on his forehead.

The newcomers barely reacted, offering nothing more than a half-hearted, "Sorry, Coach." Their casual tone did nothing to soothe the coach's rage as they strolled onto the field.

The two players they were replacing jogged off the field, looking both relieved and resentful. One of the benched players muttered something under his breath about "showing up when it's too late," but it went unheard by the towering newcomers.

As the two latecomers joined their teammates on the field, their appearance became more apparent. They looked strikingly similar, almost like brothers, both standing well over six feet tall. Their muscles were defined, and their broad frames were intimidating even from a distance. They had identical, freshly-cut army hairstyles, making their strong jawlines and sharp features stand out even more. Their dark gray eyes scanned the field with a predatory calmness, as if they were assessing prey.

"Geez, where the hell have you been?" Kenshiro, one of Daikyo's veteran players, clicked his tongue in irritation as he approached the duo.

"Just twenty points, man?" one of them replied with a smirk, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You guys should do better than that."

Kenshiro bit back a retort, but his clenched fists spoke volumes. He knew better than to pick a fight with these two; their presence alone was enough to command respect, even from their own teammates.

On the Seiryuu side, the players were buzzing with curiosity. The game had been going so smoothly that this sudden development threw them off guard.

"Who the hell are those guys?" Kaminari asked, his eyes narrowing as he watched the newcomers take their positions.

"They look like they could break someone in half," Daichi muttered, a hint of unease in his voice. As a center, he was used to facing down some of the biggest players on the field, but these two were on a different level.

Sota, towel still draped over his head, was trying to focus on the game plan but couldn't help overhearing his teammates. He glanced over at Aiko, who had her eyes locked on the two towering figures.

"Do you know who they are?" Sota asked her, his voice low.

Aiko shook her head, her brows furrowed in thought. "No, but I've heard rumors about Daikyo's secret weapons. They must be the ones."

"Secret weapons?" Kaminari scoffed, but there was a hint of nervousness in his voice. "What kind of weapons get a haircut before showing up to a game?"

Aiko didn't respond immediately, still lost in thought. "This could be trouble," she finally said, her tone serious. "We need to be careful. These guys aren't just here to play—they're here to change the game."

The Seiryuu players exchanged uneasy glances. They had been dominating so far, but this unexpected twist was enough to make even the most confident among them second-guess.

The referee's whistle brought everyone back to attention. The two newcomers were now in position, both of them taking up spots as running backs. They crouched low, their eyes fixed on Seiryuu's defense, a predatory gleam in their gaze.

"Set… Hut!" The ball was snapped, and everything seemed to move in slow motion.

The two new players exploded off the line with a speed that belied their size. The one who had smirked earlier, let's call him Yuta, took the handoff, his powerful legs churning as he barreled forward. His brother, Taro, moved in tandem, cutting across the field like a freight train.

"Watch the block!" Sota yelled, trying to adjust the defense on the fly.

But it was too late. Yuta smashed into Daichi, sending the Seiryuu center stumbling backward. Taro followed up by plowing through Ryuji, who barely managed to hang onto his flag before being shoved aside.

"Dammit!" Kaminari cursed as he tried to close the gap, but Yuta was already past him, bulldozing his way downfield.

The Seiryuu defenders scrambled to catch up, but it was like trying to stop a pair of runaway tanks. Yuta and Taro moved with terrifying coordination, each one picking up where the other left off. It was clear they had played together for years, their movements synchronized like a well-oiled machine.

"Get them!" Sota shouted, his voice cracking with urgency as he dug his kleats to the ground, sprinting towards the offensive duo.

Kaminari, seeing an opening, went for a desperate dive, reaching out to grab Yuta's flag. But Yuta anticipated the move, spinning away at the last second and leaving Kaminari grasping at empty air.

"Shit!" Kaminari spat as he hit the ground, frustrated with himself for missing the tackle.

But before Yuta could take advantage of the open field, Ryuji came flying in from the side, his speed and parkour skills allowing him to close the distance in the blink of an eye.

"Not this time!" Ryuji growled, his eyes locked onto Yuta's flag.

He lunged, his hand darting out in a blur. This time, he didn't miss. With a swift yank, Ryuji pulled the flag free, and Yuta skidded to a halt, frustration evident on his face.

The crowd roared in approval as the play was blown dead, but the intensity on the field didn't fade. The Seiryuu players exchanged glances, their earlier confidence tempered by the realization that these newcomers were the real deal.