"What?!" Meguru stared in disbelief as he tumbled to the ground after his shot was blocked.
He thought he had successfully gotten past Ryōsuke, but at the crucial moment, his opponent made the perfect tackle.
Ryōsuke hadn't fallen for the feint at all — instead, he'd completed the defensive play with lightning speed and intensity!
Though Ryōsuke stopped Meguru's attack, the ball rolled over the end line, giving the red team a corner kick opportunity.
"Still not good enough. I pushed too hard." Sitting on the ground, Meguru let out a resigned sigh, yet a small smile played across his face.
He looked down at his hands, amazed at how his body had moved as if possessed. Though Meguru couldn't explain the sensation, he had somehow broken through three defenders to face Ryōsuke.
In that moment, he had truly lost himself in the joy of soccer.
"That was a close one." Ryōsuke extended his hand.
"Even after all that, I still couldn't get past you, Kira. You're just too strong." Meguru smiled as he gripped Ryōsuke's hand and pulled himself up.
Reflecting on what had happened, he realized his burning desire to match Ryōsuke had awakened something powerful within him.
Though victory had eluded him, Meguru savored the thrill of the challenge.
"It's mainly the small field." Ryōsuke said, patting his shoulder, "The defenders can collapse faster and transitions happen quicker. On a regulation field, after breaking that double team, I might not have made it back in time."
In the original story, Meguru had unleashed his true potential around this time. Now, his power seemed even greater.
"I hate to admit it, but that dribbling breakthrough was quite stylish." Jūbē praised.
"Such a shame... if not for Kira, you would have scored, Bachira..." Aoshi added.
Meguru's dribbling technique had far surpassed their abilities — he'd come so close. Ryōsuke's last-second block only proved his exceptional strength.
But at least they'd earned a corner kick.
The match continued.
"For a corner kick, surely I should be the one to stylishly take it." Jūbē declared as he walked to the corner position.
But at that moment, an icy voice cut through the air from behind him:
"Get lost."
He turned around to see Rin standing there.
He instantly sensed something had changed about Rin — he'd become an utterly unfamiliar presence. A terrifying killing intent radiated from him, sending a shiver of fear through Jūbē's heart.
It was like facing a monster.
Sweat beaded on his forehead, not from exhaustion but from the horrifying pressure emanating from Rin. He had no choice but to retreat from the corner position toward the opponent's goal, where his jumping ability and physical advantages could create opportunities during the corner kick.
But everything hinged on Rin's corner kick — and for Rin, there was only one option.
His gaze locked onto the goal, eyes blazing with hatred and a touch of madness.
He took two steps back, then burst forward, channeling all his power into his foot!
The ball rocketed out like a guided missile, carving a beautiful arc through the air.
Its target was clear — the White Team's goal!
Corner kicks can create scoring opportunities, but they're incredibly difficult — the near-zero-degree angle to the goal makes it almost impossible to score directly, so most players don't even attempt it.
But Rin saw no other path.
Shoot, shoot, shoot! SHOOT!
Kill everyone in his way! No one could stop his advance! He would have his revenge on his brother! These people were mere stepping stones on his path to vengeance!
Kill them all, kill them all, KILL THEM ALL!
"Shooting directly from here? That's madness!" Rensuke couldn't believe the audacity.
"No — this shot is lethal!" Ikki recognized the true danger.
Even from a zero-degree angle with his weaker foot, Rin's curve was perfect — if not blocked, it would thread into the corner of the goal at an impossible angle!
The power behind the shot was devastating, its speed incredible!
Though the White Team led, Ikki couldn't let them concede now.
He desperately chased the ball's path — but this shot had calculated his limits, its trajectory sailing just beyond his reach!
Rin had seen through Ikki's capabilities!
"This is bad!"
But just as the ball was about to reach the net, a familiar figure appeared again — Ryōsuke!
Though he didn't possess the same spatial awareness as Ikki and Rin, his Thunder Swarm ability allowed him to read the ball's trajectory. He leaped high into the air, using his head to block the lethal shot, nullifying the corner kick!
The threat wasn't over. The ball bounced far away, landing right in front of Jūbē.
"I have an opportunity."
Just as he was about to start dribbling, a ghost-like figure swooped past his side, snatching the ball from beneath him.
When he saw who it was, his face twisted in disbelief.
Red Team, Rin Itoshi.
Rin had anticipated Ryōsuke's block and predicted where the ball would land, rushing there at full speed to steal it mercilessly from his teammate's feet.
Though robbed of the ball, Jūbē remained silent.
"Stealing from his own teammate? Has he completely lost it?" Seishirō watched in shock as his teammate descended into madness.
Rin's tongue lolled out, drool dripping from the corners of his mouth, all traces of rationality gone.
Destroy destroy destroy! Destroy everything, destroy everything!
Especially you, Ryōsuke!
Rin charged straight at Ryōsuke with the ball.
'I'll annihilate you head-on, Kira! What are your weapons? Technique, speed, power — I'll use the same methods to devour you completely!'
Madness blazed in his eyes like a zombie that had found its prey, saliva streaming from his mouth.
This was his Flow — drawing out others' potential, then using the same methods to utterly destroy them!
Previously, his puppet strategy focused on observing and controlling the entire field, mimicking his brother Sae.
But now, Rin's true nature emerged — soccer twisted by madness, bent on destruction.
The pinnacle of arrogance, the height of madness!
Yet simultaneously, his abilities reached their absolute limit.
In the original story, Rin entered his Flow state during the climax of the later U20 National Team match, even managing to steal the ball from Sae in the final moment.
But Ryōsuke's presence triggered his early awakening. The pressure Ryōsuke exerted matched his brother's — something he hadn't felt since facing Sae.
Meguru's recent performance had only intensified the twisted emotions in his heart. He yearned to win against everyone, to crush all existence.
Whether Sae or Ryōsuke, they all had to be eliminated!
"Kill you, I'll kill you!" Rin roared, his words slurred by his protruding tongue.
"You might want to work on your image a bit. Seems I wasn't wrong about suggesting you go back to elementary school for a do-over." Ryōsuke faced him, understanding better than anyone the state of this maddened opponent.
Most insane, yet strongest. This direct confrontation with Rin would surely end any suspense in the match.
A true game-changing one-on-one!
The others felt a suffocating pressure, knowing they couldn't participate in this battle between monsters. These two existed in a dimension above them.
'Technique, speed, power — I'll surpass you in everything! I'll crush you, kill kill kill! Once I do that, nothing and no one will be able to constrain me!' Rin charged straight at Ryōsuke, his pace unwavering.
But when they were less than a meter apart, he suddenly stopped — an abrupt halt mirroring Ryōsuke's earlier technique.
Unlike Reo's simple mimicry, Rin was different.
He didn't just copy his opponent's abilities — he surpassed them!
He tested Ryōsuke's center of gravity with lightning-quick bicycle movements, but Ryōsuke didn't bite, instead stepping forward to apply pressure.
Unfazed, Rin instantly changed rhythm, pulling the ball back with his left foot before using his heel to tap and lift it over Ryōsuke's head. As the ball soared, he accelerated, aiming to rush past and complete the dribble.
"Excellent movement and rhythm!" Meguru couldn't help but praise.
Ryōsuke, refusing to give Rin any opening, spun to block his position and reach for the ball.
But Rin had anticipated this, placing one hand between them to disrupt Ryōsuke's positioning.
The two tangled together — whoever touched the ball first would seize control!
"Is Itoshi faster?!"
Rensuke shouted, seeing how Rin faced the goal's direction and could accelerate straight ahead. With his hand giving him a slight forward advantage, it seemed he would reach the ball first!
In technique, speed, power, and body control, Rin had reached his peak — originally unmatched in all of Blue Lock!
But... The current Ryōsuke was at his peak!
❖ Total Concentration ➠ Thunder Breathing! ❖
❖ First Form ➠ Thunderclap and Flash! ❖
In an instant, his body erupted with terrifying power. Though Rin's arm had secured position first, Ryōsuke's superior speed and power broke free from the restraint, disrupting Rin's balance.
"What?!"
"I told you, I'll be the one winning in the end, so stop right here! With that arrogant attitude, you'll never beat me!"
Ryōsuke had positioned himself perfectly in front of Rin, claiming the ball!
"Such... dazzling brilliance... stylish to the extreme, I'm not worthy!" Jūbē stood frozen in awe.
He understood that in those brief seconds, Rin's power, speed, and technique had reached an insurmountable peak — truly monstrous.
Yet this monster still lost! Lost to Ryōsuke!
Was he more than a monster — something beyond monsters themselves?!
"Take back what you said about rabble and insects, and apologize properly!"
In one fluid motion, Ryōsuke seized complete control of the ball, turned while using his back to push Rin away, and launched a powerful long pass!
The Red Team members watched in shock as they realized Ikki and his teammates had already sprinted to the opposite half of the field!
Time to score another goal!
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