Fukura surged forward.
With Shun neutralizing Kazama, the game had completely shifted.
Kazama could no longer toy with the defense. He was being suffocated.
And in the 85th minute, Fukura launched their final attack.
Shun broke through the midfield, weaving past defenders like a ghost. His feet felt light. His mind was clear.
He had never felt so free.
A cross came in.
Shun sprinted forward, eyes locking onto the ball.
Kazama, desperate, chased him.
For the first time, Kazama felt fear.
Shun leaped—
And with a breathtaking bicycle kick, he sent the ball rocketing into the net.
BOOM.
The stadium fell silent for a second.
Then—
DEAFENING CHEERS.
Shun landed on the grass, breathing heavily. The moment had been captured—his silhouette against the stadium lights, frozen in time.
He turned to Kazama, who was staring in disbelief.
"You're strong," Shun said. "But today, I'm stronger."
Kazama exhaled, then grinned. "Tch... Damn. I lost."
The whistle blew.
Fukura High wins.
Shun stood up, his heart still pounding.
For the first time—he truly felt limitless.
And he knew.