The whistle cut sharply through the air once again.

Nagisa, eyes razor-focused, sprinted forward and slid his foot in to challenge the ball. But the opposing player reacted instantly, spinning into a clean turnover move that slipped past Nagisa with effortless precision.

Nagisa froze mid-motion, eyes wide in stunned disbelief.

"A turnover, huh?" he thought, still locked in sharp focus.

Once slipping past Nagisa, the opposing player fired a sharp pass to his teammate. The second Tyrant reached the ball to overstep it smoothly before flicking the ball to his back with the heel of his boot, from where another Tyrant rushed in and immediately struck a long, lofted pass toward the Tokyo Wolves' box.

Keeping his eyes on the lofted ball, Makoto clenched his fists tight and exploded into a sprint. While from the opposite side, another Tyrant broke into a run, chasing the ball.

Seeing the opposition, Makoto gritted his teeth harder and dropped his head low, and pushed his legs to their absolute limit, charging forward with fierce, accelerating speed.

With a smirk on his face, the opposing player charged toward the ball, moving fast, lining himself up perfectly with its path. But before he could settle in, Makoto came running, crashing his shoulder into him mid-run, making him flinch. Yet none of them slowed down for even a second.

The ball was dropping from the sky, and both the players kept chasing the ball, shoulder to shoulder, fighting for balance, their jaws tight and faces fierce, each refusing to give an inch as they raced for the ball.

As the ball dropped toward them from above, Makoto stretched his leg forward to reach it first. But the Tyrant player smirked and leapt ahead, and gave Makoto a slight shove mid-air, knocking him off balance.

Makoto's eyes flew wide as the world tilted. His footing slipped, his vision blurred for a heartbeat.

"Damn it… stop him! I have to stop him! I can't let my side lose!"

His face twisted with fierce determination. And in that chaotic split second even while stumbling,

Makoto roared, throwing every ounce of his strength into one desperate swing of his leg, shooting it toward the ball's path with everything he had.

A ripple of shock swept through the stadium, eyes wide, breaths caught, as the crowd gasped watching Makoto desperately throw his feet at the ball.

From the dugout, Minato's jaw tightened in fury. "Is he trying to get himself injured!?" he shouted, unable to contain himself.

Beside him, Raon watched with gritted teeth, holding his breath, tension carved into every line of his face.

With sheer desperation etched across Makoto's face, he stretched his leg as far as his body would, allowing every inching toward the ball.

But, the Tyrant's timing was perfect, as he launched his foot forward, connecting cleanly with the ball and knocking it sharply to the left just before him and Makoto's bodies collided hard, crashing violently onto the turf, rolling across the grass.

The ball spun loose toward the left flank, from where Haru began to chase it with a frantic run, his eyes glued to the rolling ball. But just before he could reach it, an opposing player got there first and took control.

Haru's eyes snapped wide in panic, and when he looked up at the player, his heart stopped.

The ball was now at the feet of the highest goal scorer of the tournament… Yohan Eunseong.

Yohan stood over the ball like a predator claiming its prey, his posture low, shoulders coiled, eyes blazing with murderous intent. And with fury twisted across his face exploded forward, the air around him turning sharp and electric, as if the entire field itself braced for the impact of his charge.

Haru could only stare, eyes stretched wide as the storm named Yohan came charging at him.

Haru's heartbeat stumbled into a heavy thud that shook his chest while his breath hitched and refused to come out right. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead as his legs tensed on their own, fear gripping him long before Yohan even reached him.

Yohan stormed toward Haru with terrifying speed. Meanwhile Haru could only throw himself into a weak, panicked tackle, which was nothing for Yohan, as he sliced through it effortlessly, cutting past him with a blistering dribble that made Haru look like he wasn't even there.

The stadium, The crowd, the commentators, the coaches,

Kento, Ryusei, Masaru, Toru, Ismau, Raon, every single one of them were frozen, watching the scene with wide, stunned eyes as Yohan tore forward like a one-man hurricane.

Then a roar ripped through the air.

With his face twisted with the same wild ferocity as Yohan, Kabuto came sprinting in to block his path, his steps shook the grass beneath him.

But Yohan didn't even flinch, keeping his run straight at the net, completely unfazed by the unstoppable Yohan.

Kabuto's heart hammered like a war drum as he instinctively began to step back, every step heavier than the last. But then he roared, forcing his legs to sprint forward, hurling himself straight at Yohan as if throwing his body into the path of an oncoming storm.

"We will not loooose!" Kabuto screamed, slamming his front foot forward for the tackle.

But the moment Kabuto slid his foot forward on the turf, his eyes snapped wide.

He hit nothing.

Yohan wasn't there.

He had already slipped past, appearing far to Kabuto's left in the blink of an eye, as if he had teleported out of Kabuto's path.

The shift was so fast, so sharp, that Kabuto's entire body froze, realizing just how terrifying Yohan's speed truly was.

Kabuto slid across the empty turf, stunned, his eyes stretched wide, disbelief and fear carved into his face. He didn't even turn around, his mind was still trying to process how Yohan had vanished from right in front of him.

Inside the box, with the goal just to his right, Yohan unleashed a fierce roar before flickering the ball upward with both of his feet, sending it arcing over his own head, dropping perfectly into his path.

The moment Haruma saw that skill, his heart stopped, panic exploded across his face. His body moved forward into a sprint toward the net with pure instinct, with fear surging through every step.

Becoming a living, breathing storm, Yohan roared as he bent his body low, every muscle tightening like a coiled spring. Then, with all the force he could muster, he swung his dominant foot through the ball.

The connection was explosive.

The strike echoed with a brutal thud, the ball warping from the impact before shooting off like a missile,

a vicious rocket screaming straight toward the top-right corner of the net.

The entire stadium seemed to sink into their seats at once, every fan frozen in dread as the ball screamed toward the net. Breath after breath was held, hope hanging by a single thread.

But in that crushing silence, one voice rose.

From the dull, exhausted crowd, a single boy jumped upward, leaping to his feet with a radiant smile, arm raising up high in triumph.

"Kurooogaaamiiiiii!"

It was ten-year-old Kuroto, shining like a spark in a field of fading lights.

And at that exact moment from the goalmouth, the hand wrapped in the KS10 gloves spread wide.

Kurogami launched himself, launching himself to the right with unreal force, body stretching to its absolute limit, arm fully extended, legs cutting through the air, suspending himself mid-flight like a black arrow shooting across the goal.

The crowd's fear and anticipation spiked all at once.

Kento began to rise from his seat without realizing it, Toru's eyes snapped even wider, Masaru clenched his jaw so hard it trembled.

Raon from the sidelines stared with his mouth hanging open. Minato watched with wide, unblinking eyes.

Amidst this all, it was Kurogami who was flying through the air, his arm outstretched, watching the ball closing in on his hand.

"Kuroto…."

A voice echoed.

"We will win!"

Time snapped back into motion, as Kurogami with every ounce of strength tore through the air. With his arm stretched to its limit, his fingers grazed the power shot, just enough to change its path, deflecting it away from the top corner in a breathtaking save.

A split-second later, he crashed hard onto the ground.

The stadium exploded into chaos.

Fans shot to their feet in a roaring wave, a thousand voices crashing together. Kento bounced on his toes, fists pumping as he screamed in pure adrenaline, while Ryusei collapsed back into his seat, both hands over his mouth, eyes stretched impossibly wide at the impossible save he had just witnessed.

Just as Yohan regained a hint of balance his eyes snapped wide in disbelief before twisting into furious desperation. With a shaking breath, he slammed both palms into the grass, the impact sharp and violent, his fingers digging into the turf as he glared at the ground in rage.

Meanwhile in the mouth of the goalpost, Kurogami shoved himself up on both knees and threw his fist forward, unleashing a deep, primal roar wild, full of adrenaline.

'Whaaat a saaaave!' the commentators screamed at the top of their lungs. 'Kurogami Shikyoooo! You cannot do this… you absolutely cannot!'

Watching the scenes, Kabuto began breathing heavily, like someone who had been holding his breath for far too long. While Makoto simply dropped to his knees, unable to process the pressure or the miracle he'd just witnessed.

Haru bent forward with his hands on his knees, chest heaving, trying to steady himself as the stadium continued to erupt around them.

From the stands, Masaru who had been on his feet dropped back into his seat, eyes wide and frozen in disbelief. While Toru and Rukia, seated beside him, mirrored the exact same stunned expressions, their mouths slightly open, unable to process what they had just witnessed.

On the field, Haruma's frantic run slowed into a shaky jog before his legs gave out and he fell onto his both knees, breathing hard, one fist pressed into the grass to keep himself upright.

With a fierce, explosive expression, Raya let out a triumphant scream of celebration. Jiho matched his roar instantly before breaking into a sprint, charging straight toward Kurogami.

Nagisa, still staring with wide-eyed disbelief, suddenly broke into a run as well, charging straight toward Kurogami.

From the sidelines, Raon jumped up with a thunderous roar, clapping wildly with pure adrenaline. Minato matched him, applauding just as hard, his giggles cracking with excitement.

At their side, Shiori watched with a bright, overwhelmed smile, her eyes shining as the stadium erupted around her.

There was complete stillness in the VIP balcony. Ismau and the senior players sat frozen, jaws dropped, eyes wide, breaths heavy but silent. None of them could even form a reaction as they just simply stared, stunned beyond words.

Down on the field, Kurogami's roar slowly began to fade as he dropped his head low at the grass and began to hammer his fists into the grass, punch after punch, as if releasing every ounce of frustration, rage, and fire burning inside him.

Watching this, a wave of something unfamiliar swept through Ayane, as she kept her wide eyes fixed on only one person…

Kurogami Shikyo.