Sakolomé is about to face his entire class in football, not to show his superiority, but rather to inflict a proper and unscrupulous humiliation on them.
Sakolomé drops the ball and launches himself, he is directly attacked but without difficulty Sakolomé passes them too easily.
"No but stop him!!!"
Shouted a student.
Sakolomé manages to pass a good part of the opposing team and finds himself face to face with Oscar.
Oscar: Did you really think you would go that far?! Huh!!!
Oscar had not understood anything that he already saw Sakolomé in front of their goalkeeper.
Oscar: But at what moment did he pass me so quickly that one?!!!
Sakolomé strikes with precision and the first goal is scored.
1-0 in favor of Sakolomé's team, Sakolomé jumps for joy and looks out of the field of play to see Agatha, who is sitting on the bench applauding Sakolomé.
Sakolomé smiles and gets back to the game.
The ball is thrown again but this time by the opposing team.
Sakolomé rests on his goals and watches them come towards him, he is still focused and smiles slightly.
The opposing team feels provoked.
"What is he laughing at?!"
Without understanding how, they had lost the ball again.
"What?!"
No one had seen Sakolomé move from the goals, there should still be more than 17 meters separating them but yet even with this distance No one saw Sakolomé arrive.
Sakolomé with the ball hurries to go towards the opposing team.
Sakolomé: You are too slow!!!
Sakolomé finds himself face to face with Leyla.
Leyla: I will not let you pass!!
Sakolomé smiles, he stops for a moment and acts proud.
Sakolomé: Are you saying that to give yourself a look or are you really capable of it?!
Leyla is affected, she does not know what to answer, she knows that she was not able to stop him.
Leyla: Shut your mouth, you are nothing but a descendant of a long line of criminals and heartless!!!
Sakolomé stops smiling for a moment and looks Leyla in the eyes.
At that moment, Leyla feels pierced by Sakolomé's gaze, she didn't know how to interpret it, what did it mean?
Was he sad? Angry? Nervous? It wasn't very easy to understand, she starts to sweat and tremble all by herself.
Leyla: Sak...Sakolomé, what are you doing with me?!
Sakolomé doesn't answer her right away, he continued to look her in the eyes.
Leyla closes her eyes tightly and says.
Leyla: Stop that, it's not funny!!!!
She opens her eyes again and sees Sakolomé smiling.
She wonders why he's smiling now, what is he doing?
Sakolomé: Leyla, I can't blame you but I want to tell you one thing, when you think you're facing heartless beings, please try not to become heartless beings too, because in fact, anything can go from one to the other, you see!!!
Leyla is overwhelmed by countless questions, Sakolomé leaves with the ball and leaves her to question herself.
Sakolomé crosses Oscar in front of him.
Oscar: This time you're not going to escape me!!!
He ran towards Sakolomé who was coming towards him.
Oscar suddenly had a sneaky idea in mind, because of his much more imposing physique than Sakolomé, he wanted to hurt him and thus the match would be stopped and therefore Sakolomé's victory would turn into a victory for Oscar because that would result in a forfeit by Sakolomé.
Oscar smiling, heads towards Sakolomé and charges at him like a bull.
Sakolomé dodges him meticulously and Oscar rushes into the void, he falls violently to the ground and eats the earth and grass on the field.
Sakolomé continues, still smiling and hits directly into the goal, the goalkeeper tries to stop Sakolomé's ball but this ball is too powerful, it drags the goalkeeper into the goal with it.
And another goal whistled in favor of Sakolomé.
2-0
Agatha is overcome with joy.
The ball is thrown back with Oscar who rushes alone in front of Sakolomé in the goal.
He was angry and only wanted to put a goal in his head.
Sakolomé was still relaxed in the goal waiting for Oscar to arrive.
Oscar finds himself in the 6-meter zone and hits hard on the side of the corners of the goal.
But Sakolomé stops his ball too easily again.
Oscar: No ... tell me I'm dreaming !!!!
He said angry.
Sakolomé, still with the ball in his hand, looks at him with a smile.
Sakolomé: Well then ... Oscar, is something wrong?!
Oscar frowns, nervous, he yells at Sakolomé until he spits.
Oscar: Shut your fucking mouth killer man, you don't have the right to say anything or even to be proud!!!!
Sakolomé still smiling replies by saying.
Sakolomé: Oh really, and who told you?!
Oscar is even more wound up.
Sakolomé leaves the ball to a certain author and kicks the ball.
She goes in full flight, picks up Oscar in passing and takes him with him.
Everyone can't believe their eyes, Sakolomé had too much power in his shot.
The ball goes straight into the opposing camp in their goal, with Oscar with it.
A silence reigns for a moment then Mrs. Alia announces Sakolomé's 3rd goal.
3-0.
Sakolomé looks at the opposing team and says.
Sakolomé: Watch out guys, if you lose you know what awaits you!!
The members of the opposing team feel once again the pressure and the stakes that weigh on them.
Time passes and the massacre continues until Mrs. Alia whistles the end of the match.
Alia: It's over, it's the end, with a score of 128 goals to zero, Sakolomé is the winner of this match!!
Agatha is overjoyed, while the opposing team is the opposite, some even started to cry.
Mrs. Alia waves to Sakolomé telling him to come for a moment.
Sakolomé approaches Mrs. Alia and she asks him.
Alia: Sakolomé, are you really planning on making them your slaves until the end of the year?!
Sakolomé: No, don't be mistaken, madam, but for the moment I'm just going to scare them, tomorrow I'll tell them that I'm not at all happy about it!
Mrs. Alia smiles.
Alia: You really are a good boy!
Sakolomé smiles.
The day was over, Agatha's shock was more serious than expected, she had been taken to a hospital in Monor city.
Sakolomé had returned home and told his brothers and sister about his day during a good meal.
Sakolomé: and that's how the match ended!!
Salomé is amazed.
Salomé: Wow, you're incredible Sakolomé you're too strong!!!
Bakuran: Just 128 goals? I think you were even nice!
The young killer men had been living exceptional moments for a while, focusing on being among the best, they had understood that they do not always need violence to hurt or reach those who want to hurt them, often, it is enough just to be better than them in all the areas that are offered and thus they will be forced to learn even with bitterness their inferiority.
Sakolomé goes back to his room to sleep, he looks on his bed, Melinda's teddy bear, he smiles and says.
Sakolomé: Melinda, I'm going through new moments lately, if only you could see that!
He lies down and turns off the night light before falling asleep completely.