(Oh? Planning to head the ball straight out of bounds? Not a bad idea.)
(Too bad you’re up against ~)
“You didn’t seriously gain confidence just because you scored one header, right?”
As I spoke, Ryūma Banjō exploded upward, colliding mid-air with Shōei Barō head-on.
The result? I landed firmly with the ball under control—
while Barō got completely blasted out of the air and slamd into the ground.
Without even glancing at him, I shifted straight into Slow-Motion World and sprinted full-speed toward Team B’s goal.
As expected, just as I reached the middle of their defensive third, Kudo Tōya stepped into my path, expressionless.
“Your physique is insane. I thought Barō could at least slow you down a little, but in the end, I still have to be the one to stop you.”
“Hah. Co on then—endga!”
Ryūma burst forward. Nearing Kudo, he slamd on the brakes and cut left.
Kudo’s eyes didn’t even flicker; he stepped across and extended his right foot to block.
The mont his foot moved, Ryūma switched his motion entirely, flicking the ball with his heel.
Kudo still didn’t react outwardly. His previously idle left foot snapped inward, closing in beside his right.
(Now! This ti you definitely won’t react!)
Just before his left foot trapped the ball, Ryūma pulled it back with his right and spun into a Marseille Turn to drive it further left—
—but Kudo had already predicted it.
Ryūma turned, and Kudo cut left almost simultaneously.
(What!? He read that too? Fine then!)
Ryūma gritted his teeth and heel-flicked the ball back to the right.
(Then I’ll use my speed to overwhelm him!)
But Kudo had already read the intention the mont Ryūma’s muscles tensed for the move.
Still, Kudo’s burst speed couldn’t match mine, and I recovered the ball again.
Yet Kudo was already blocking my path once more.
(This lateral movent won’t shake him… I need a chance for a proper split move!)
(The instant I kick the ball, I need to switch into Limit-Breaking State—only then can I outrun his predictions!)
With that thought, Ryūma used another heel cut to avoid Kudo’s tackle, then shifted direction sharply and dashed the other way.
Their nonstop duel resud. After several exchanges, Ryūma suddenly caught a glimpse of an opening mid-feint.
(He didn’t follow!)
(Is he out of stamina? Or is it bait, waiting for to walk into it?)
(Whatever—this chance is rare. Even if it’s a trap, I’m going in!)
Ryūma seized the mont and fired the ball toward Kudo’s left—right where the opening appeared.
Almost the sa instant, Limit-Breaking State activated.
Ryūma shot forward like a bullet leaving the chamber.
In the next second, he blew past Kudo and tore after the ball.
“Ha! It’s over!!!”
Ryūma dove forward, body stretched low. As the ball ca into range,
he gathered all his power into his right leg and blasted a full-force Blitz Shot at Team B’s goal.
【BOOM!!】
Just as Ryūma had predicted in his quadruple Slow-Motion World, no one except the keeper was in front of Team B’s net.
Blue Lock’s defenders failed to intercept—again.
GOAL!! Team A 5 : 4 Team B
At the sa ti, the chanical voice chid:
Beep~ Beep————!
“Blue Lock, Third Selection—Adaptive Training. First match complete.
Team A wins, five to four!”
“Hmph, I win, Kudo Tōya!!”
“I told you—you’ll never beat . After all, I’m—”
Ryūma was mid-brag when he noticed Tōya swaying. His balance was shot, like he could collapse at any mont.
Ryūma frowned and rushed forward. Just as he opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, Tōya suddenly pitched forward.
Startled, Ryūma caught him quickly.
“Hey, Tōya! What happened? I didn’t hit you or anything.”
“You’re not trying to fake an injury on , right?”
Ryūma joked, but Tōya didn’t respond. His condition was clearly not normal.
Ryūma eased him down onto the ground. Once he finally got a good look at Tōya’s face, his chest tightened.
(What the hell happened to him…?)
Tōya’s eyes were shut tight, brows knotted in pain as if enduring sothing severe.
(Don’t tell this is connected to his full-field prediction ability…)
“Doctor! Where’s the doctor!?”
“Shouldn’t soone call ergency services!?”
Ryūma flinched at Nijiro Nanase suddenly shouting, then quickly snapped back and yelled:
“Hey, Ego! Soone collapsed! Get dical staff here!”
“Relax, everyone. This is one of Tōya’s usual issues.”
Ryūma blinked, confused. He turned as Ryusei Shido approached and asked,
“Usual? This happens often?”
“Not often. But whenever Tōya overuses his eyes, he ends up like this.”
“Except…”
Shido’s usual cheeky grin vanished. He knelt beside Tōya, studying him seriously.
A mont passed. Shido stayed silent.
Ryūma scowled.
“Co on, man—don’t stop there. ‘Except’ what?”
“Except… every other ti, he just passed out. So why is he in so much pain this ti?”
Ryūma sighed heavily. Seeing Tōya’s agonized expression made his heart twist.
(Damn… should I pinch his philtrum?)
Just as he reached out, the arena doors swung open.
A group of dical staff in white coats rushed toward them.
Ryūma instantly backed off—this was a job for professionals.
If he accidentally hurt Tōya trying sothing stupid, he definitely didn’t want a visit from the police afterward.
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