Chapitre 23: "Team Z vs Team W Pt. 2"
The whistle blew.
It echoed across the field, signaling the kickoff.
Team W wasted no time.
Seizing the ball and launching an aggressive offensive.
Keisuke, the twin with the unnerving grin.
Darted forward, the ball under his control.
"Let's go, big bro!"
He shouted.
Casting a quick glance at Junichi.
His twin, whose stoic expression held a sharp intensity.
"Where do you want the pass? Heeey, heeey, heeey?!"
Junichi responded with a piercing look.
His silence speaking volumes.
Keisuke grinned wider.
"Gotcha. Uhuh, uhuh. As you wish!"
Raichi was the first to challenge them.
Charging in like a bull.
"You think you can just waltz past me?!"
Keisuke barely glanced at him.
Continuing his banter with Junichi.
"You want it to your feet? Right now?"
In an instant.
Keisuke flicked the ball through Raichi's legs.
Leaving him baffled.
"What the fuck?!"
Raichi barked as the twins advanced.
Seamlessly passing the ball between them.
Kuon stepped in next, attempting to intercept.
The Wanima brothers didn't falter.
Keisuke smirked.
"And then, one-two, we go!"
They danced around Kuon like clockwork.
Their synergy undeniable.
Naruhaya was next, rushing in with desperation.
"I've got them!"
He yelled.
Keisuke laughed.
"You? Nah."
Sidestepping Naruhaya with ease.
Imamura tried to intercept next.
Lunging toward the ball.
But Junichi tapped it just out of reach.
Leaving Imamura sprawling.
Isagi, positioned near the goal.
Observed silently.
He sighed to himself.
"As I expected. The plan won't go as smoothly as I'd hoped."
The twins advanced relentlessly.
Their, Twin Eye Contact (A), talent on full display.
Their fluid movements and unspoken communication.
Made them seem like a single, unstoppable unit.
Now, only Isagi and Gagamaru.
Stood between them and the goal.
"Gagamaru!"
Isagi shouted.
"Get ready, they're coming!"
"On it!"
Gagamaru yelled back.
Crouching into position.
Keisuke chuckled.
Mockery dripping from his voice.
"Hey, big bro! These losers think they can stop us?!"
He turned to Junichi.
"Whaddya think?!"
Junichi's smug smirk was enough.
Keisuke grinned viciously.
Turning his attention back to Isagi and Gagamaru.
"Let's show them that their football career…"
He stepped past Isagi with ease.
His voice dropping to a menacing tone.
"…is over."
The ball was passed to Junichi.
Who launched a fierce shot straight at the goal.
Gagamaru reacted instantly.
Throwing his body toward the ball.
Smack!
The ball ricocheted off his face.
And veered toward the edge of the goal area.
"WHAT?!"
Keisuke exclaimed, stunned.
The ball landed in open space—
Exactly where Isagi had anticipated.
He was already there.
Catching the ball with perfect timing.
"Chigiri! It's time!"
He shouted.
Kicking the ball toward midfield.
At lightning speed, Chigiri appeared.
Trapping the ball with precision.
His fiery red hair whipped behind him as he sprinted forward.
At this moment.
Keisuke's eyes widened.
"Hey, big bro!"
He nudged Junichi.
"Isn't that Chigiri—the genius with the glass knee?!"
Junichi nodded in disbelief.
"There's no way… he's back?!"
Keisuke stammered.
Watching helplessly.
Chigiri's voice cut through the field like a blade.
"I'll show them…"
His gaze locked forward.
Flashback
The scene shifted to Rakosute Business High School's soccer field.
A group of fresh-faced rookies stood in a stiff line.
Nervous and unsure of what to expect.
At the front, the infamous Wanima brothers stood tall.
Exuding confidence like a pair of self-proclaimed kings.
Keisuke grinned widely.
His voice loud and commanding.
"Listen up, rookies! We're the double aces of Rajitsu Tech, regulars at the nationals!"
He paused dramatically before pointing at the crowd.
"We are the Wanima Brothers!"
Junichi stood beside him.
Arms crossed and nodding silently.
His serious demeanor amplifying his brother's bravado.
Keisuke continued.
"You will respect your glorious senpais!"
His tone left no room for argument.
From the lineup, one rookie stepped forward.
Standing out from the others.
It was Hyoma Chigiri.
His shorter hair giving him a sharper, more youthful appearance.
His cool demeanor didn't falter under the intense glares from the brothers.
"Excuse me,"
Chigiri said.
His voice calm but firm.
"I came here to win the nationals and make a name for myself. Can we skip this whole hierarchy thing you've got going?"
The entire field went silent.
Keisuke's grin dropped as he stared at Chigiri, stunned.
"Huh?! Who the fuck are you?!"
Keisuke barked.
His voice rising in disbelief.
"Hyoma Chigiri,"
He replied coolly.
His gaze unwavering.
"If I win, I want you to buzz off."
The challenge hung in the air like a gauntlet thrown down.
Keisuke's expression darkened, his competitive fire igniting.
"Oh, you're on, you cocky little punk!"
He turned to Junichi, who gave him a sharp nod.
"Let's teach this rookie some manners, big bro!"
The 1v2 began.
Despite their synergy and experience.
The Wanima brothers couldn't keep up with Chigiri's explosive speed.
He darted around them.
Weaving through their attempts to corner him.
And left them chasing shadows.
When the match ended, Chigiri stood victorious.
Not a hair out of place, his breathing steady.
Facing the defeated brothers.
Chigiri declared.
"I don't care about titles or respect. In the end, it all comes down to whether you have talent or not."
The words cut deep, but Keisuke snarled back.
"Ah~ You really think so, huh, genius?"
His grin was forced, his pride clearly bruised.
Time skipped forward.
Chigiri, at his peak, believed in his limitless potential.
He ran with speed and grace.
His eyes burning with the dream of becoming the world's greatest striker.
But then it happened—his knee twisted unnaturally mid-sprint.
And a searing pain shot through him.
The sound of his ACL tearing echoed louder in his head than the screams from his teammates.
The next scene.
Showed him hobbling back to the team.
His crutches a glaring reminder of his shattered dream.
The Wanima brothers noticed him immediately.
Their mocking stares were impossible to miss.
Keisuke sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.
"What's a guy like you, who lost all his talent and can't run for shit, even good for anymore?"
Junichi nodded silently, his expression cold.
Keisuke leaned closer, twisting the knife with his next words.
"In the end, what matters here is whether you've got talent or not, right?"
Chigiri froze.
He couldn't answer.
Those were the very words he had thrown at them before.
Now reflected back at him with cruel irony.
He stood there in silence, his confidence broken.
Their mockery hitting harder than any physical blow.
Present
Chigiri's determined face appeared.
A sharp contrast to the crushed rookie of his past.
"…I'm not the same as before!"
With blazing speed.
Chigiri left Team W's defenders in the dust.
Approaching the goal.
Only the goalkeeper remained.
Without hesitation, he struck the ball with a powerful kick.
Sending it hurtling toward the corner of the net.
The goalkeeper dove.
But he was too slow.
The net rippled.
Goal!
1-0
Team Z erupted into cheers.
As Chigiri turned to face the stunned Wanima brothers across the field.
This was his declaration.
Chigiri Hyoma was back.
And he was stronger than ever.
…
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone